Log Title: An Incognito Visiting Characters: Incognito, Khamsin, Goth Location: Iacon Medical Center Date: 4/23/2020 TP: Peace In Our Time TP Summary: Incognito visits Khamsin and Goth in Iacon's medical center and possibly makes some friends. As logged by Goth
Iacon Medical Center - Iacon[]
Goth hasn't left Goth's side, like.. at all, the wrecker outside their room hasn't really bugged him, for the most part Goth's mostly been working on his datapad when Khamsin is sleeping, or sleeping himself, ether upside down beside the berth, or hap-hazardly over the berth with a wing draped over Kham.. Right now? He's awake and reading on his Datapad.
Khamsin blinks, coming out of his own little rest cycle and taking a moment to scan the surroundings. "Seems to be a quiet day here... I take it that means they got their transport through without too severe an incident..." He furrows his brow lightly and pushes himself to sit upright a bit. "Hmph, or did I miss the rush?"
Goth's ears twitch up as he looks over, and smiled at Khamsin. "Seems not, it's been rather quiet, though does seem they made it safely, one of them was yelling at Des over the internet but I think it calmed down." He'd chuckle, and chuff, tilting his helm. "How are you feeling? Been in recharge a lot."
Given it's where he got his start long, LONG ago, it's maybe a surprise that Incognito hasn't been around the Medical Center more often -- then again, he's been spending a lot of time in Iacon's historical archives, educating himself as it were. But he's here now, and at this point he's heard the whispers and such about who's in the Medical Center and all.
And here he comes now, pausing at the room and looking in. "A Decepticon and a Neutral walk into an Autobot medical facility," he says wryly. "There's definitely a joke in there someplace, and if there isn't, there should be one."
Khamsin slowly pushes himself off the berth and looks over the work being done so far... "Scales did well stabilizing things. Hopefully the remainder does not take too long." He takes stock of everything so far. "Skillful. I'm impressed." He looks towards Incognito and offers a slight nod of greeting. "I'm sure there is...and the punchline was Lugnut's fist." He chuckles.
Goth looks back at Incognito, his fur ruffling some, but, he soon relaxes seeing all is in good spirits, even chuckles, shaking his helm, and letting out a huff. "I will be quite honest I do not know if I am still a decepticon all of this.." He admits, looking thoughtful as he leans against Khamsin lightly.. Goth then pauses, he's never really /met/ him proper, has he?
Goth clears his voice box and nods to Incognito. "I don't think we've met... I'm Goth of Chela, I'm..." He pauses and looks over to Khamsin in thought. "Hmmm.." He trails off and shakes his helm. "Khamsin's mate."
Incognito ahhs. "Don't think I ever met Lugnut, at least not offhand," he replies. "Next time, I'd suggest just not being in his general vicinity. But then, I've not seen any combat in... well, a very long time." He looks at Goth. "You sound like Nemesis. He wound up the same way, ultimately decided to remove his sigils completely." A pause, as he realizes he hadn't introduced himself. "Sorry, where are my manners? Incognito. I'm the crazy one who wants to make Tyger Pax into a scientific haven... or, as some like to call it, a mad scientist's paradise."
Khamsin chuckles. "Sounds marvelous... I've always had a fondness for discovery." He nods ever so slightly. "And, the...choice to fight was mine, and a needed one. There was a summary execution which needed to be avoided." He vents softly. "I should apologize as well...I've been meaning to visit Tyger Pax, but have not just yet. However...if you've an idea that may benefit from, and convince those within, to reopen the labs in Altihex...I'm all ears. I worry their seclusion will only breed trouble and...or...quite possibly stagnate their potential." He frowns. "Hmph...I need to...not talk shop quite so frequently."
Goth tilts his helm, an ear twitching. "Nemesis? That is a name I hear quite often, but not one I have had fully explained to me." He'd nod. "A pleasure though." He says with a light half-bow, before the vampire bats optics slide over to Khamsin and he smiles once more and huffs, and plops his helm onto the others lap, much like a canine. "And it was much appreciated.. I will not tell you to stop, but do not push yourself." He says in a gentle scolding to KHamsin, as he glances up at the smaller.
Incognito checks quietly at Khamsin. "I can't say much, since Nova Cronum was where several of the theoretical research facilities that once inhabited Tyger Pax moved there several million years ago. I think the most recent attack there may have them reconsidering things. And I imagine that ties could be made between labs -- one thing I've always envisioned for Tyger Pax is that they share their work with all, for the betterment of Cybertron as a whole."
He looks at Goth then. "Yes, I imagine that Megatron has spared no effort to try and expunge his name from records as much as he can. But plenty do still remember the name... a few of them might even fear it." He reaches for a chair to take a seat. "Short version, he grew up in Tyger Pax, joined the Decepticons, spent over six million years toiling away for them. Then, twenty years ago, he showed up on Earth, finally allowed to transfer. And that is when all hell broke loose, as the humans are so fond of saying. He was nearly killed, reformatted into a Sweep, thought killed again, came back as a Sweep/hovertank triplechanger, later rebuilt himself into a dark 'mirror' of Optimus, though he'd say his look was more aesthetically pleasing. Spent seventeen of those twenty years leading their MedTech division. And he gave it up, deserted, and disappeared for more than a year before showing up again at Valvolux, without his Decepticon sigils." He shrugs. "Most everyone knows what happened in the end -- he died, trying to distract the Fallen long enough for Dust Devil and I to make a run several levels under Valvolux, where an interdimensional gateway was discovered. He died... so that we could get Velocitus Maximus out of the interdimensional prison he'd been trapped in along with the Fallen."
Khamsin nods. "And I would love nothing more than Altihex to be a trade hub where those who seek to ply their skills can benefit from them. We'll have to sit down and talk more in depth when time permits." He looks at Goth. "You don't get to die for me." He chuckles. "Let's make that perfectly clear first and foremost...and I'll do well to live by that same rule." He huffs. "It seems I missed a fair deal, though... I wonder if I have Nemesis in any of my old medical archives from back in the day... Hmm. I'll have to check that. Never know what's stored away in history."
Goth quirks a ridge. "That is a tail indeed." He states, lifting his head lightly. "..Hmph, a scientific center you say? Consider my interest peaked, considering I've lost all of my life's research.... Twice now." He'd grumble, ears flattening against his helm.
He glances up at Khamsin with a raised ridge. "...I think that maybe a fair trade." He'd chuckle, before settling down. "Hmph, I'd be surprised if you did."
"Before twenty years ago, you'd be looking for the name Aries," Incognito supplies helpfully. "He stayed behind here on Cybertron when Megatron took his... most trusted Decepticons with him aboard the warship Nemesis in pursuit of Optimus Prime and the Ark." A brief pause. "And no, Nemesis didn't take that name in homage to the warship -- he thought it would be funny to be a nemesis to Optimus, having reconfigured the specifications that the Decepticons made shortly after they all woke up on Earth in the 1980s, when Megatron apparently built a 'clone' of Optimus. Between those two names, though, was Harbinger." Another pause. "I have to wonder if that's what Soundwave thought of Nemesis, to take a former designation of his and turn it into a new tiny member of his extended family."
Khamsin shrugs. "Who knows what Soundwave thinks. That mech has always been tight-lipped about his thoughts... aside from recently. Some melancholy seems to have seeped in." He glances around a moment. "I wonder if they've got proper tea here somewhere...or if I have to make my own." He mulls on that. "I'm sorely tempted to do so right now."
Goth scoffs. "I can get up and ask the guard outside if you wish, rather not have you break a weld." He states to KHamsin. "And I've namely heard the name form Nightshade and Ghost." he states to Incognito with a shake of his claw.
"Ahh..." Incognito seems perhaps slightly surprised by that. "Ghost is around again? How interesting." He leans back in his chair. "And Nightshade... Nemesis told me about her. Not particularly happy with being what he remade her into, and even more bitter after she was infested by Bad Mort and his Deadites. She went by Banshee originally, because she was amnesiac and didn't remember her past when Nemesis rebuilt her. He sort of made one up on the spot, and when she found out he'd lied to her... she wasn't interested in hearing his side of the story. One of his regrets, to hear him tell it before he died."
Khamsin nods. "Ghost, though...possibly not apt to admit things openly, has been a curious one to speak with. I believe she is...hopeful things will change. I do know she openly engaged Megatron during the Arena incident." He nods to Goth. "Just...don't find yourself mistakenly somewhere you shouldn't be, hmm?" He settles himself back down to sit on the medberth with a soft sigh. "I need to...check in and make sure she is doing alright. Last I heard, she was returning to Trypticon..."
"Huh, interesting indeed.. Seem well versed in his history." Goth states with a raised brow as he gets himself up on his hide legs and starts lumbering his way slowly to the door. "Ah, she's Seraphim on the internet channel." He states as he pokes his helm out to speak with the guard.
"He and I talked a lot -- we both spent a year or so with Alpha Trion and Vector Sigma. Had to pass the time somehow when Alpha Trion wasn't around." Incognito smiles. "I imagine he'd be saying plenty of things about me, if rolls had been reversed and he were here right now."
Khamsin nods lightly. "I can only imagine what others would have to say about me if I'd left any sort of...legacy with the Decepticons." He chuckles. "At least...one they knew about." He furrows his brow slightly and glances to where Goth is Tea-hunting. "Though, that is one thing about the Decepticons... records are very short-lived from what I've seen, outside of maybe Soundwave and Shockwave."
Goth glances back. "Huh.. fascinating.. I cannot say I know who Alpha Trion is, but on Eukrias there are /some/ tales of Vector sigma being Chela's protogenor." Goth states as he ways by the door for a few minutes before a tray is finally brought with four hot mugs of ener-tea, Goth nods in thanks, and makes his way over with it.
"Honestly, quite surprised none them have been /smart/ enough to make the connection on whom you our just by your association with me alone, but I suppose I am grateful for such.... One time where I'll accept such... idiocy."
"So long as Velocitus Maximus is concerned, 'records' are something you don't want to discuss with him," Incognito muses with a small smile. "He was so mad when he came out, only to find out that everyone and their maker knew that the Fallen was actually Megatronus. He'd insisted on every last record of Megatronus be expunged from the historical record... and, of course, the Decepticons half-afted the job about the way anyone would expect. Then, to add insult to injury, made Megatron and gave him /that/ name."
Khamsin shakes his head slightly. "Honestly...if they never quite know who I am, Goth, all the better. Though, I wonder if Starscream still has that little note I left on his casing..." He chuckles softly before looking over to Incognito. "Sounds par for the course. Purge everything. Hide the truth." He shakes his head lightly, though smiles as the tea is delivered. "Mmm...wonderful..."
"Velocitus had reasons," Incognito says quietly. "When you're one of the 'mythical' first Thirteen Transformers, and you have a brother murder -- or seemingly murder, as it now appears -- a sister, and this after half of your collective brethren have either disappeared in space-time, buried under temples that fell into ruin when the Quintessons came, or were imprisoned on a distant unknown world or moon because they became briefly omniscient and went stark raving mad as a result..." He shrugs. "He was trying to protect the legacy that was left, even though he didn't entirely agree with that legacy."
Goth snrks. "I would be impressed and /greatly/ amused if that graffiti is still there." He'd smile, passing out the mugs, making sure Khamsin firmly had his before pulling his hand away. "Hmm interesting indeed, then again, I've always statedo ne shouldn't meddle with time travel, the likelihood of temporal collapse is not something I take comfort in risking, nor what a Paradox may create." He'd cringe. "Had enough that nonsense with /Phantom/ for a lifetime, thank you."
Khamsin gives a slight nod. "Indeed, there are often times reasons to hide such things..." He frowns at mention of Phantom. "That one needs to stay in the past, too..." He grumbles a bit. "I'm of the mind that we should learn from history, not strive to change it but rather ourselves."
< irc.dal.net> < inside> Oh. Oh Calyhex rejoices!
< irc.dal.net> < inside> Calyhex can play bass now.
"That is one of the reasons I have a handy quote I like to live by," Incognito tells Khamsin. "Leo Tolstoy said it best, though I did a slight paraphrase: "Everyone thinks of changing the world, but nobody thinks of changing themselves."
Khamsin chuckles and nods. "Mmm, quite the author. Admittedly, I didn't forray into the Russian writers much. Some Fyodor Dostoevsky, but that would be about it. I tended to favor the Greeks, who in turn favored the Egyptians." He frowns. "I should...find my old libraries, too. See if there's anything to be brought back." He mulls on that a moment. "Though, I'd wager a fair bit has been lost to time."
"Well have to see... " Goth states as he takes his seat once more with his own tea. "Yet to find my old computer with all the research on it, that and it seems they gutted my whole lab when the medical bay was moved from kaon to Tarn." Goth sighs despairingly. "..Hmph, Envy your relationship with humanity." Goth nods.
< irc.dal.net> < inside> Calyhex is amused.
< irc.dal.net> < inside> She is learning to play the bass. Imagine if she taught her brothers. Imagine Chela playing the bass.
< irc.dal.net> <Sandman> That would be interestnig.
< irc.dal.net> < inside> Trypticon on the drums. Metroplex on the keyboard. It could be a band.
< irc.dal.net> <Sandman> And what would you call this band?
< irc.dal.net> < inside> Calyhex is unsure.
< irc.dal.net> < inside> Titanrock.
< irc.dal.net> < inside> The bass is interesing. There are many chords see?
< irc.dal.net> < inside> Each chord is nice but you put them togehter it makes a different sound.
Khamsin gives a faint shrug. "It was fun. I wish it could have lasted, but I had other priorities to tend to and the window had opened to do such." He grins at Goth before sipping at his tea. "Mmm...but...that said, there's always tomorrow, yes?"
Goth smile at Khamsin and nods, before his optics looks to Incognito. "....Hmph, this has been a rather pleasant conversation... Then again I never had much against Autobots, mostly doing what my Job ordered, and, well, that job has put my real priority at risk..." He'd smile softly at Khamsin. "...I may have to visit Tyger Pax, might bring Des with me." He'd smile.
Khamsin nods. "It will be an interesting visit, I'm sure. I look forward to it." He settles in with his tea and sips at it lightly. "Mmm...hopefully nothing goes wrong, yes?"
"Don't tempt the gods while I'm in your presence." Goth says with a chuckle weakly. "We both know how that goes, stupid curse of mine hasn't been as.. /horrid/ of late but I still rather not tempt them." He smiles. "But yes."