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Log Title: Ethics of Consent

Characters: Omen , Starlock , Calyhex , Blast Off , Swindle

Location: Calyhex Psychiatric Hospital - Uraya

Date: August 27, 2020

TP: Combaticons TP

Summary: Ethics discussion with a Decepticon? More of the Combaticon plot is discovered by Omen.

As logged by Ghost


TFU - Thursday, August 27, 2020, 5:19 PM


Calyhex Psychiatric Hospital - Uraya

<<Decepticon>> Miasma cackles maniacally without any explanation, then goes quiet
<<Decepticon>> Deathsaurus says, "oh dear"
<<Decepticon>> Destron: Drillhorn hrm.
<<Decepticon>> Arachnae says, "Is this now a thing?"
<<Decepticon>> Eclipse says, "We're Decepticons. Cackling is always a thing we deal with."
<<Decepticon>> Mixmaster cackles madly for a moment.
<<Decepticon>> Eclipse says, "See? Case in point."
<<Decepticon>> Arachnae says, "Hrmph.."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "buuuuhhhhh..............gggrrrrrrhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa.........."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "Are you.. functioning correctly?"
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "Hmmm? Yes. Things are...progressing."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "Congratulations then."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "Psychosonorum is a wonderful inspirational tool, if you get past all the quirks."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "... Oh... How -interesting-."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "It does have it's little quirks."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "Has anyone........."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "had any rare energon allergies of late?"
<<Decepticon>> Omen says, "No!"
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "If anyone does....see me"
<<Decepticon>> Deathsaurus says, "no is there a reason why we should worry about that?"
<<Decepticon>> Eclipse says, "Probably because she put something into the energon supply to test. Luck of the draw on who gets the bad batch."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "Ugh.. I do hope there's a control group. And you've left medical out of the test rotation?"
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "Oh no, I wouldn't spread anything among the troops...that would be UNTOWARD. No no, I'm looking for abnormalities in energon consumption or congenital spark issues."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "PLEASE, I AM A CIVILIZED FEMME."
<<Decepticon>> Deathsaurus says, "hope its kept out of Polyhex."
<<Decepticon>> Omen says, "... I'm staying at the insane asylum until you're done."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "*cough* where was I?"
<<Decepticon>> Deathsaurus says, "you know it says something when the insane asylum's the safe place."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "Huffing another dose?"
<<Decepticon>> Eclipse says, "And I'm... going to sit here in the medical bay in Trypticon and tinker with the computers -- nothing bad, just... reworking some of my old work, seeing as how I've still heard nothing about the status of my original work."
<<Decepticon>> Omen says, "Per Megatron, requests to release your old work must go through Shockwave."
<<Decepticon>> Omen says, "I endeavored to perform the search but without the appropriate permissions, well. I've enough trouble on my plate without official censure."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "Ooooh, what sort of old work?"
<<Decepticon>> Omen says, "Er... Kindly do not touch the body there.. There's a project."
<<Decepticon>> Omen says, "If it's still there. It should be unless Trypticon took that inside as well."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "All of my records and lab projects are fine."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "Bodies. Oh...hmmm, medical research. I've no interest in it, unless its in my purview. You have no challenge from me."
<<Decepticon>> Eclipse says, "Oh, that. No, not touching. Did some detailed scans, though, courtesy of Masque. That's actually been part of what I've been tinkering with -- redesigns and what-not. Just letting my imagination run free and seeing what comes out on the computers and holo-displays."
<<Decepticon>> Omen says, "Thats just..."
<<Decepticon>> Omen says, "Creepy."
<<Decepticon>> Eclipse says, "I'm not doing anything to the body. If anything, think of it as security for in case Scrapper or some idiot Insecticon thinks it's fair play for a construction project."
<<Decepticon>> Omen says, "No nonono I need that! We need it! I knew I should've.."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "I mean..."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "If you're going to leave perfectly good bodies laying about.. parts is parts."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "Hmmm."
<<Decepticon>> Eclipse says, "...I'm NOT going to do anything to the chassis. And neither is anyone else."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "Are we sure about that? Seems wasteful to just leave an empty chassis lingering about. Perhaps I should come inspect and make a report to Shockwave."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "We always consider that energon is the single most important aspect of any life. Despite a myriad of secondary fluid systems. What if...there was a chemical important to creation that it was as important as energon. A constant feed of Nucleon perhaps, hmmm no, that requ......"
<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Swindle says, "If you're needin' somebody to haul parts away....I know a guy."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, ".. ? Interesting theorem, Miasma. I'd like to read more."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "And yes, I think I should come inspect this body."
<<Decepticon>> Eclipse says, "I remember that body from before. I know to whom it belongs. So, let me make one thing clear-- // << Oh slag, here she goes again. >> // "Stow it, Masque. The body is not to be touched."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "... I'll be the judge of that."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "Anticipate my arrival shortly."
<<Decepticon>> Eclipse says, "Oh, I can't wait." // << And you call me sarcastic. At least I own it. >> // "Ugh... sometimes, Masque... sometimes..." // << Yes, I know. But you still keep me around. >> // "Don't remind me."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "No one should look at the body without my presence."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, ".... I'm sorry Commander... But your authority ends where medical begins."
<<Decepticon>> Eclipse says, "Oops. Bit late to tell me that. Ah well."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "well now I am interested too"
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "It is already in your possession?"
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "It is in medical, by default it is in my possession. -Commander-."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "I will be arriving shortly."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "Very well."
<<Decepticon>> Eclipse says, "Primus. I knew I should have put this place on lockdown and made up some reason for why it was too hazardous for anyone else to enter."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "Unless someone breaks out the Engex, this isn't a party. Besides, it's a corpse, why-ever should anyone keep a hold of it."
<<Decepticon>> Combaticon Swindle says, "D'you know the resale value of the average Decepticon? It's...well, it depends if you sell it as a whole body or part it out but..."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "I will personally take it in my possession upon arrival."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "I think not."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "It is a body. Therefore not a patient of yours or a concern of medical."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "Engex. Hmm"
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "seems simple enough."
<<Decepticon>> Eclipse says, "You want Engex, go to the Rollout. Or Maccadams. The medical ward is not a place for people to get overcharged."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "Until and even after interment, bodies of those fallen remain the property of the Empire. This one being in a medical facility leads me to believe there is something additional at play. And as I do not -see- any reports indicating any special circumstances, unless otherwise indicated, it will be sorted properly."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "I am in the chemical lab. But if this body is so generic, why is everyone declaring interest and possession of it?"
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "I know who the body belongs to. And it is not to be experimented upon."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "Inspected, Commander. Inspected. Then disposed of accordingly."

[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "!!! (silence)"



<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "Is it not customary to retrieve functional parts so those that fall may still serve?"
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "it is not to be disposed of either."



[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "do not worry. I will retrieve it."



<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "Hmm... Yes and no. There's apparently a window of opportunity but after a certain time point, it.. offends delicate sensibilities."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "Is that so? That is interesting. Hmmm, some sort of rust setting in, or is this some sort of quaint moral issue?"
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "An alternate belief system where a body must remain to remember the fallen. Quaint. outdated. Inefficient. And a waste of materials."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "She is not exactly dead."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "She is visiting another body. Leave it alone."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "Indeed, Inefficient."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "Oh, a spare body. I see. That makes much more sense."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "I believe there were a good number of bodies around when Soundwave finished his cassette-con collection."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "I will be moving it someplace safer than repair bay."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "Do hold those thoughts, Commander..."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "With the state this one is in, why-ever return to it? It's missing quite a few important pieces."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "It can still be useful for her replacement. What other bodies have you...put to use?"
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "What is the relevancy to the current situation?"
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "Decepticon bodies should be left undisturbed if interred, Arachnae."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "That.. is a -waste- of materials and inefficient. Holding onto a dead chassis _hrmph- like that will bring someone -back-. When in fact it can be used to save lives. As long as the name is remembered, they are forever. Mollycoddling this whole.. interment camp is weak."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "So I ask again. How many interred bodies have you cannibalized."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "%XRSTALE ENERGON AND EXPIRED FLUIDS, DISGUSTING"
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "I don't -eat- them, Commander."
<<Decepticon>> Miasma says, "brrrrhhhhaaaaaaaa"
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "Use the parts is also cannibalization of those who fell in service to the empire."



<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> heeem

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> remind me when I die to have my body melted for slag.



<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "And that is where you are incorrect, sir. What better means to continue to serve than for your remains to be used to continue the battle in another? What -honor- to carry the pieces of a fallen friend so they may continue to serve?"
<<Decepticon>> Eclipse says, "...there is another way."
<<Decepticon>> Ravage says, "... What is going on?"

[Con-Tapes] Soundwave sends waves of anger.

[Con-Tapes] Ravage says, "This is a matter related to Intelligence."

[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "Shockwave and I will have...discussions."

[Con-Tapes] Omen winces.. "Oh.. oh. what is.. why are you angry?"

[Con-Tapes] Ravage says, "Shockwave is not allowed to make such casual overrides."

[Con-Tapes] Ravage says, "Pending specific orders /and/ an explanation for why he must overrule a decision of the intelligence commander in person, I see no reason why such a broad statement must be allowed"

[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "indeed. they are experimenting on the dead and older bodies. Including yours. Under Shockwave's permissions."

[Con-Tapes] Omen <!!!>

[Con-Tapes] Ravage says, "We can at least save her body. The others.. We must figure alternative means"

[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "Ghost was one of /my/ operatives. The fact that she has authority over the body of someone still alive and has been cannibalizing it for her experiments ......."

[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "I will be having. Words."

[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "theres nothing I can do to claim the body now if it is in her care. However..."

[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "any bodies or injured cassettes of mine are NOT to go to medical."


<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "Shockwave. I need to speak to you immediately."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "Oh you do that. Until then..."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "GET OUT OF MY MEDICAL BAY"
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "I'm wondering, Arachnae. When you became the head of medical?"
<<Decepticon>> Shockwave says, "<A sigh is briefly heard> What is it you need, Soundwave?"
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "I'm wondering when you joined Medical, Commander. Unless you are in here for a medical need, as the ranking -medic- on the floor, I have full rights to eject you as I see fit."
<<Decepticon>> Ravage would let out a low growl, "I do not think that your privilege goes that far. Do not push your luck."
<<Decepticon>> Ravage says, "Shockwave, we would have -words- involving the appropriation of things purely within the purview of Intelligence. Have you given specific overrides to take what are -priority- intelligence assets?"
<<Decepticon>> Shockwave says, "What. Is. Going. On?"
<<Decepticon>> Ravage says, "Arachnae is appropriating priority intelligence assets, claiming you have fully authorized them, and is threatening a superior officer in the medbay."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "I need to speak with you about your errant assistant. In person preferably."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "To be honest.. I'm at an utter loss. This is.. idiocy at its finest."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "I also have reason to suspect she has taken more bodies and is experimenting on them."
<<Decepticon>> Ravage says, "She is claiming that what you have granted her supersedes things purely based upon a broad directive and taking things which will disrupt operations."
<<Decepticon>> Eclipse says, "Great." // << You were right, this is shaping up to be the great slag-storm of our time. >> // "Not now, Masque."
<<Decepticon>> Shockwave says, "Location currently?"
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "Trypticon medical."
<<Decepticon>> Shockwave says, "<growls> Tests temporarily halted. Again. On path to Trypticon."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "..."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "in which none under my command will come for repairs while experiments are running rampant."
<<Decepticon>> Hand of Shockwave, Arachnae says, "I.. Wait what? You.. I am /not/ running any experiments! I'm wondering why there's a BODY in medical that has no record of why it lingers and you jumped in all. Paranoid. -Commander-."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "allow me to remove said body and relocate it and there will be no further problems."
<<Decepticon>> Shockwave says, "Enough. We will speak of this upon my arrival, not upon open channels like Autobots. Trypticon, am inbound and arriving at primary landing pad. No one is to move /anything/ till I arrive."


Calyhex Psychiatric Hospital - Uraya

The Calyhex Psychiatric Hospitals are places where those damaged from the stress of war can recover from the traumas they've experienced with the help of doctors trained in psychological medicine. Those who seek help can have stays lasting from cycles to centuries, depending on whether or not the hospitals’ doctors think they can be cured. All commitments are voluntary, unless the patients are deemed clearly a danger to themselves or others. Even then they are given the best care by those dedicated to easing the suffering of those who are mentally ill.

While the Calyhex Psychiatric Hospitals are now known for their caring professionalism, this was not always the case. They were once known as the Calyhex Asylums, and housed some of worst criminally insane prisoners on Cybertron. While many of the asylums were run by well-meaning neutrals, some were managed by unscrupulous doctors who conducted cruel experiments on those under their power, all for the good of science, of course. The abusive asylums have since been shut down, but many of their former residents have long memories and have not forgiven or forgotten what was done to them.


[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "Ravage: Power down your weapons. For now."

[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "Do I want to know?"

[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "Is.. what is the situation?"

[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "discussion. situation is tense but there is no need for weapons. Yet."

[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "Dont.. Dont upset Trypticon."

[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "A body isn't worth a fight in medical."

[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "confirmed. As long as shes not experimenting on it hopefully it wont be bothered."

[Con-Tapes] Ravage says, "Further instructions?"

[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "we should leave the body where it is. As long as it is not molested in any way."

[Con-Tapes] Ravage says, "I might have a suggestion for the future."

[Con-Tapes] Ravage says, "It might behoove us to inspect her.. Facilities and records.. Unofficially."

[Con-Tapes] Ravage says, "What was that energy flare she just performed?"


Swindle

Swindle has been hanging out at/in/with Calyhex for the last few days. At first, he ran here because he was hurt and they fixed him up, fed him, gave him a place to stay and now he's about three days away from getting mail here.


Funny enough, Swindle isn't the only Combaticon to make his way here, and even funnier, it wasn't Vortex, the most likely candidate TO go to a mental institution.... for various reasons, likely. No, it's the shuttle, and he's been hiding... er, resting, in this place since he wandered in awhile ago. The sniper hasn't said or done much, mostly been quiet and keeping to himself. Swindle hadn't even seen him for 3 days, but... now, Blast Off wanders in the room, holding a glass and looking around. "...Is there any enerwine in this pl- oh." He stops and stares at Swindle.


Calyhex 's holo avatar is sitting in the main area, where a few cubes have been gathered. So many visitors. "So are you going to stay a while?" she asks. "I'd love to help you towards healing."


Swindle looks up from the game of solitaire he's cheating at. "...well, well, well, look what the MPs dragged in!" he says, sounding just a bit too cheerful to see his brother. "How's it goin', Blast Off? I've been good -- met a couple of your friends. They told me somethin' pretty damned interesting!"


Blast Off blinks as Calyhex speaks, head jerking back defensively. "I don't need healing, what are you- oh." He stops. "You must mean Swindle, obviously." Ah, of course. Swindle! Obviously, Blast Off is just fine! Totally! He looks back at his bro, expression blank as usual. "I am *fine*, obviously." Totally! "...What *friends*?" He squints at Calyhex, "What have they been telling you?"


Swindle smirks. "...a certain Autobot medic?" he says. "Name rhymes with Car-Hock?"


Omen is, per her current usual, wedged under some table, running a quiet defrag.


Calyhex blinks her mismatched optics. "Hello, Blast Off. I haven't been talking to you. Just Omen and Swindle and Starlock and Banshee and Lockup and Hush and all sorts of people that come by."


OH. Blast Off looks nervously towards the door and back. "...What about her?" He thinks to add, "Did they finally commit her here? About time, crazy Autobots and all..." Ahem. Yeah. He doesn't notice Omen, but Calyhex's response certainly gains his attention. He lets out a huff, "You certainly *sound* busy, indeed. Just let me know where the wine is and I'll be on my way, then."


Swindle gathers his cards and shuffles them, taking his time about it. "She thinks she's working here, making things better for the inmates an' other poor simple creatures," he says. "She even thinks she mighta helped *us* out, if you can believe that."


Calyhex pauses. "We do not have wine. Just energon and healing." She says. "Don't you want to stay longer? Theres so much to discuss here.."


WHAT. Blast Off sputters, "I can't stay *anywhere* there isn't wine, do you think I'm some uncultured heathen?" TSK. How dare. "I don't have anything to talk about anyway..." Back to his bro. Blast Off eyes Swindle. "Ah. I... see." Pause. "So I heard. She..." He eyes Calyhex, then sends Swindle a private Combaticon com. "<< ...She says she worked with others to get rid of our... you know, the program. >>"


Swindle grunts, setting his deck of cards down and looks at Blast Off. "Yeah, 'the program'," he says. Calyhex nods "Well we'll get you some wine delivered tomorrow. Do you like a certain vintage?" she pauses. "I heard. A little about the program."


Omen clicks beak and slides out from under the counter she'd wedged herself beneath. "Did someone say wine?" bird yawn.


The shuttle shifts uncomfortably on his feet... these are things you don't SAY, much less speak aloud in front of people. Well... or it WAS... Blast Off glances about the room again before muttering, "...Yeah." The shuttleformer squints at Calyhex, "...Exactly *what* did you hear?" He's uncomfortable with others knowing he was NOT really in control of himself at all times, even now. Wing elevons click together as Omen pipes up. "GREAT, alright, who *doesn't* know, then?" He huffs out. Wait. He looks back at Calyhex. "I think a good rose quartz.... Orion Three Orchards, if you can find it..." Ok, whatever else, wine must be taken care of and obtained, okay?


Calyhex pauses. "That there were chains. Like with Trypticon. And now you are free." the hologram stares at her own wall a moment, thoughtfully.


Omen gives herself a shake down, scattering dust off her plating before hop-walking closer to Calyhex, tilting head, staring at the same wall for a moment.


Swindle winces at the word 'free.' "What the lady says," he says. "That we're cut loose from the noose." He winces again at the imagery in *that* sentence. "So to speak. That we could, should we decide to be suicidal, tell Megatron where he can go and what he can do when he gets there. With bells on."


Calyhex looks to Omen, or at least the hologram does. The wall continues to be a wall. "Rose quartz. Do you know where to find it?" she asks the bird, reaching out towards her beak to stroke it.


Blast Off takes a moment to squint at Omen, someone he's not familiar with. "And YOU are...?" Sniff. He looks back to Swindle, again nervously clicking his wing elevons. "...Yes. We must be... smart about this." Again he looks back to Omen, frowning. "And again, you are... who?" She might tattle-tell on them? Is she a tape? Does that mean Soundwave is listening? The shuttle's armor plates ruffle at his fellow flier. Oh, right. Wine. He looks back to Calyhex. "I could tell you where you can order some, of course..."~ Of course he knows.


Calyhex pauses. "Or-der." shes quiet for a bit. ""Do not have the money." sometimes it takes her a bit to match thoughts, very slow and deliberate in her actions.


Swindle reaches into a hatch and pulls out some shanix. Wait, what? "How much is the wine?" he asks Blast Off. "I'm willin' to float you a loan for a couple bottles, so long as you answer some things for me."


Omen headtilts, blinking a moment before peering over her back at Blast Off, "I'm here because I keep seeing slag like..." blink, pause, click of her beak as she watches something only she can see. "Oh.. like.. that yes. I'm the bird." Tone sliding amused. No insignia, just a raven-frame. Very bladed at that. "I don't have wine. I've got benzine, kaff and a mystery flask."


Calyhex pauses. "Well if the shuttle is going to stay for treatment we have to get him some wine. How would I get the shanix to order.." she looks at Swindle "What do you want for the shanix?"


Blast Off looks to Calyhex, then Swindle. "PLEASE, as if *I* did not have the shanix to buy..." ...Wait, how much shanix DOES he have? He starts mentally calculating... "Besides, I'm paying your interest, I know how you operate..." He glares at his bro suspiciously. "And *what*, exactly, do you want answered and what strings are attached?" Huff. Now back to the bird. He just sort of... stares a bit. "Oh. Well." Ok, she crah-zay. "...Just don't gossip, alright? gossip is unseemly." ...WAIT WUT. "EXCUSE ME, I NEVER SAID I WAS STAYING FOR TREATMENT!" Sputter. "what makes you think *I* of all people need *treatment*??!!" SPUTTER.


Starlock finally emerges from deeper in Calyhex! Yawning. "Right all the patients have their medication, are fed, and bathed." She'd mutter.


Swindle smirks at Blast Off. "The usual strings," he says. "What I wanna know is, did *you* know they were gonna do this to us? Was this some kinda dodge you cooked up while you were snortin' space dust in orbit or did you get blindsided like the rest of us?" He looks over at Calyhex. "Get Blast Off his wine an' me a couple sixers of Nightmare Fuel."


Omen clicks her beak again, peering at Calyhex a moment, optics flickering golden-green before looking back at Blast Off, "Who am I going to gossip with? Hush?"


Blast Off nearly wheezes this time, and really ought to have waited and made Swindle PAY him somehow for this information, but his knee-jerks a reaction and... "EXCUSE ME!" The shuttleformer huffs loudly, armor bristling, "I'll have you know I did NOT know... if I'd known this was going to happen I'd have told Onslaught immediately!" His fists clench, is he being called a traitor or something? He then whirls around to see Starlock, who gets another *huff* as ... well, must be a greeting, then he turns sharply to Calyhex. "AND some nightmare fuel for me as well!" ...He's gonna need it. Not that he's going to stay here, of course. But. Now to Omen... "...As long as you don't have connections to Decepticon High Command..."


Calyhex pauses. "I will send out for them." she calls out "Lockup can you get the ener-wine and nightmare fuel?" she looks to Starlock "Thank you for looking after the patients. You are a very good doctor." she then looks over to Omen "You can talk to us if you want. Im sure Hush is around if you are lonely. You seem to like him."


Starlock squints. "Hello to you as well Huffy." Starlock huffs tiredly, and raises a ridge at Omen and then Blast off. "What do you mean, connections to high command?... What did I just walk in on?" The tired medic sighs.


Swindle blinks, looking genuinely startled. Blast Off wants Nightmare Fuel? Ok, the Stuffy Shuttle is telling the truth. Standing up from where he's been sitting at the desk, he moves toward Blast Off, holding his hands up. "Easy, Blasty, easy!" he says, a grin crossing his face. "No need to get your thrusters in a knot. I was just wanting to be sure, that's all. This whole thing's got me thrown for a loop, y'know? Completely wrecked my inner filter; s'making it hard to be...well, *me*." He pauses. "...uh, so, I'm wondering, if it's messed me up, how's Vortex? An' you...an' well, hell, Brawl an' Ons?"


Omen peers at Blast Off, then at Swindle, tracking the conversation a moment. Then sheflexes wings out and back, shaking her head to attempt to clear and focus on here and not over there. "I find myself rather fond of Hush. Even if he wanted to eat my face. Rather straightforward type of mech."

Ruffling her plating and crest, the Raven perks as Starlock makes herself known, "Su'cuy. Walked in on them ordering nightmare fuel and something about a lack of inner filter." Pause and a thoughtful chirr, "Apparently something has happened. To them. And now, I'm curious as to /what/."


Starlock nods to Calyhex in thanks. "It's appreciated." she says with a smile at Calyhex before her optics narrow and looks at the two and /shakes her helm/ no. "Which event? a lot happen to them." she'd smile. "Also hey Omen."


Calyhex pauses. "This is weird. Swindle will give. Calyhex the shanix. For the drinks. I thought his psychosis was...keeping not giving shanix?" she asks.


Blast Off watches Swindle warily, fists still clenched. The Jeep's assurances seem to make him relax just a slight bit, and his tense shoulders drop down, but he's still on edge. He mutters softly, "I... would never betray our team. Ever." The shuttle's gaze drops to the floor, and away, then back to his bro. "Vortex is... well, Vortex, though he..." He stops and looks at the others. "...There's... *things* that have happened." Not that he wants to say in front of all THESE people. He does stop and look back at Swindle, "Wait, you too?" He then turns to glare at Omen. "And YOU still haven't said whether you have any connections to Decepticon High Command..." The shuttle's engine growls softly before dissipating. Then he stops and just stares at Starlock... what does she mean she doesn't know WHICH event??!! There was that really huge one SHE instigated just recently!


Swindle shrugs at Calyhex. "Giving the shanix in this case gets me what I want -- which is answers from Blast Off an' booze for me." He nods to Blast Off. "YEah, me too. Whatever happened uh...during that fight we were in, you know what one I mean? That fight that happened that...like, forced us to demerge an' maybe that's what messed up our brains 'cause of the sudden breaking of the quintrolateral fusion being separated maybe caused a polarity shift that messed up our neutrino flow?" Swindle watches STar Trek, apparently... "...'cause, y'know...that could happen."


Omen side-optics Starlock for a moment, plating ruffling along her wee frame. "No, I haven't said if I've got connections to Decepticon High Command." pushing into the air to circle a few laps, "Chains.. Calyhex mentioned chains..." kraaaing softly as she goes into a few loops and rolls, dancing on the wing as it were, "And.. a lot of things have happened to a good many of us. Chains indeed. Hmmmm, I don't -like- chains, leashes.." rolling into a lazy spiral, "Collars.."


Swindle mutters. "...boxes..."


And Blast off's bewildered look is enough to tell Starlock what their talking about... She watches Omen and huffs, and steps in front of the two, giving Omen a good, /hard/ look. "....Mean the /thing/ Cyclonus wants me for?" No point in playing dumb, Lock can figure Omen's picked up enough, Starlock mentally prepares herself for a game of mental chess.


Blast Off eyes Swindle a moment. He, too, watches Star Trek but he'd never admit it, of course. "Maybe it reversed our polarity, you mean?" Look, he can space geek too, ok? He debates saying something, but then Omen gives that cryptic answer, which just makes him squint at her harder... and shiver slightly as Swindle mentions boxes. ...Ahem. "No, you haven't, and for all I know, given your looks, your one of Soundwave's." He watches for a reaction. He eyes Starlock, too, as she steps forward. "Cyclonus?" he didn't know anything about *that* "...But... yes. It appears it's been affecting us all." He pauses, then sends another Combaticon frequency to Swindle. "<< We're all haywire for something or other. I'll... have to tell you later, when we don't have a possible spy in our midst." >>


Someone comes in from down one of the west halls. Its that faceless orderly Lockup "Hey there. So Caly told me what kinda high grade you guys need. I'm gonna head out to get it. THey dont deliver this far out. You guys want anything else?" he asks.


Swindle considers. "...Copper Clusters," he says. <<When the hell's that ever gonna be?>> he radios back to Blast Off. <<Face it, we're surrounded. All the time.>> He shifts, moving from foot to foot and unconsciously drawing closer to Blast Off, as if huddling up just in case.


Omen lazy loops upwards, "I have -no- idea what Cyclonus' wants you for. Didn't know that he wanted you, to be honest until now. He and I rarely speak. Unless he needs my skillset for a mission." Pulling up to hover, crest rising as she studies the Combaticons and then Starlock, "It's not like there's been a report for you to be tracked."

Hovering with slow wing-beats, "As for -being- one of Soundwave's? Don't let the frame fool you, I /belong/ to nobody." Optics slit and she backwings to distance herself as best she can, growing wary at the hard look, "What.. is going on? Is this.. wait.. Something Banshee said... Freedom that must be hid... No more slave.-" Blink. "I shouldn't be here, should I?"


Starlock nods in greeting to Lockup before she looks back to Omen, nd clicks her jaw, so /thats/ what Banshee meant.. Starlock sighs. "Said yourself, you can't lie to /him./" She says cryptically. "Do you /really/ want to be burdened with that answer?" She asks. "Because if he knows.. there will be no going back, and... I protect my patients."


Calyhex pauses. "Stay as long as you want." she says. "We all need treatment. I'm glad everyones staying so long. Means I can give a full analysis."


Blast Off doesn't miss a beat when Lockup asks for food orders. Nevermind the terrifying lack of face, there's wine and food involved here and Blast Off will be damned if he has to stay in this madhouse without something sophisticated. "Rust sticks, and the GOOD kind, not that cheap scrap. You know, the fancy kind, with the silicon dip?" Hop to it, now! He looks to Starlock, remaining silent as she speaks... and still watching Omen. He notices Swindle coming closer but doesn't seem to mind, though his outward appearance is still aloof as ever. "<< *Sigh* .... True. But we will find a moment alone, we're Combaticons. *I* am a Combaticon, and if anyone can find a way to be alone, trust me, it's me. >>" For better or worse. He stops and huffs at Calyhex, "I beg your pardon, you have me confused for a crazy person. I'm not staying." Pause. "Well, I'll stay and drink that wine, of course. But then I must be off again." ...Somewhere.


Swindle grunts. <<Where're you going?>> he radios to Blast Off, an edge of fear in his voice -- the kind of fear of being left alone, again. <<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>> Outwardly, Swindle shifts from foot to foot, optics flickering, making it clear that he's not entirely present in the room and is rather rudely talking to someone else on the q-t.

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Calyhex pauses. "Theres nothing wrong with needing a little help now and then. As a matter of fact..accepting help is one of the bravest things you can do." Lockup chuckles. "Yeah, I can get you that." with that he heads on out to get what people need. "I really hope you can stay that would be nice." something in the vents starts to skitter about.

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Omen hovers and forgets a few moments to beat wings, just staring at Starlock. Then Blast Off. Then Swindle, before looking at the medic. "Well.. This is... Interesting." Pause, remembering to beat wings again, "I knew something was amiss. Banshee and I had one of those conversations where there's a lot of yelling." Plating ruffling, "And now I -know-. I'm not an idiot just because I'm seeing code everywhere or been put into this frame to continue to live." Shaking her head, "Did you even -ask- them if they wanted you mucking about in their heads?" she asks, tone plaintive.

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  "...No." Starlock huffs out, looking away. "And I know it was wrong.. But I also know, they wouldn't have been able to give a true answer, which made it all the more worse." Starlock looks off into the distance. "...Don't worry, I'm working to fix the problems caused, they'll be their normal selves again soon enough."

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Blast Off ... wasn't really in any huge rush to leave, to be honest. He just has to save face, you see. "<< Fiiine. I'll stay. For you. *I* obviously don't need to be here, after all, but... fine. I'll stay... for awhile. We aren't staying here forever, though. >>" <i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>"I don't NEED help!" insists the proud shuttle to Calyhex. ...Denial, denial. "I'm a space shuttle!" He rolls his shoulders back, pausing a moment. "...But fine, it seems my presence is desired here. I suppose I can stay * a little while*. For you all." Not himself, of course. <i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>Now back to Omen. He squints at her, about to say something, when Omen asks Starlock that question and... the shuttleformer looks away, not even sure what to say at the moment. "..."

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Calyhex nods "Thank you, Blast Off. Calyhex appreciates you staying. As long as yu're here. Is there anything you need to talk about? Group is very helpful for some people."

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Swindle relaxes visibly as Blast Off says he'll stay. Not that the others need to know that.

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Omen tucks her beak to her chest, optics slitting, darkening to violet ringed in gold. "Starlock. you can't just.. Thats... I.. You're an AUTOBOT! You can't.." There's an unintelligible moment there, before "go do things to people without permission! Thats. . There's -always- a way to get permission, some kind of consent. You.. It wasn't even -life saving-. Starlock that.s horrible. Its.. I'm.. I can't look at you." Turning her back with a bird-huff, "Disappointed, trusted you, now.. this.. mucking about.. breaking people.. I can't -even-..""

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Swindle nods agreement with Omen, until he realizes he's doing it and therefore kinda/sorta admitting that something's been done to him -- which, ok, Starlock's admitted to it but that doesn't mean he has to *agree* does it? That's like, that's the opposite of lying by omission -- it's truth telling by confirmation and that's just *wrong!*

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  "...I know." Starlock says tiredly. "...Doing the /Right/ thing sometimes means having to do the shitty thing... and I'm going to pay for it in the end." She'd vent out, and tilts her helm. "But tell, me, what would you do in my position? am I worse than the person that /took away/ their ability to choose? Or just as bad?... From what I look at it, its a catch-22, do, or do not, live with the guilt of knowing what you done, or guilt of /leaving/ them like that, with no way to ask for help."

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  "No." Comes the swift response to Calyhex. Blast Off doesn't need help! Blast Off is magnificent, and amazing, and certainly never feels lonely or gets weirdly afraid of heights lately or *anything*, nope. He doesn't react much as Swindle relaxes, too proud and aloof and all, but he does lean ever-so-slightly towards his bro, rather than away, so there is that. FEEL THE WARMTH, SWINDLE. <i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>Speaking of which, he's not feeling the warmth over there with Starlock... unless you call it flames of anger. Again, he remains silent, not sure what to say or how to *defend an Autobot*... but still... ouch. There is one thing he can say, though, with a huff. "We're not BROKEN!" Frag it all, they're NOT! He vents, fists clenching again... though as Starlock answers Omen he quiets and starts staring down at the floor, unable to say anything. Again, *what* to say in such mixed company? "...." His wings click uncomfortably as their vulnerabilities are so casually laid bare.

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Omen is quiet, staring at a wall before going to fidget with a band around her ankle. "You performed an unauthorized medical procedure on unwilling and unknowing patients." She looks over her shoulder, "Right thing my aft. I've heard that before, too many times really. It's for their own good, it will make them -better-, hold still, this wont hurt much and more. That's a Decepticon thing to do, Starlock. I -trusted- you. And they probably did too." Turning to nod at Swindle and Blast Off, "And now you're saying that whatever you did also had a side effect? Primus be damned.. We're -NOT- yours to -fix- because you think you know better than we do. Or tinker with until we're how -you- think we should be. There's /always/ a means to get consent., games in games, code to code other means but here we are, and because you're an Autobot and they're not, it's all OK. Well. It's not."

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Calyhex tilts her head at the others and then looks down "Calyhex is ashamed and sorry." she says. "She should not try to fix people unless they ask." she says softly, staring at the ground. The lights dim a bit.

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Starlock glances over at Blast Off quietly, her look softening, its still tired and somber, but she smiles. "Your right, not broken, just a temporary set back, it will be fixed in no time." She nods before looking To Omen silently, taking the scolding, she's making no excuses.. but she's not giving more detail ether... She'd take a slow vent.

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  "You're not being yelled at Calyhex, this.. is mainly about my actions, but do learn from them." Starlock sighs. "...This has nothing to do with factions, or 'fixing' people, this is...different" She wants to say there literally was /no way/ she could get consent, that it was about giving them their freedom to choose and consent back, but that would be saying too much...

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Swindle crosses his arms over his chest, nodding agreement to Blast Off's statement that they're not broken. "...well...'Tex is," he says. "I mean...y'know but that's not 'cause of this. He's always been broken. And Brawl...ok, he's just dumb, not broken. Onslaught..." Swindle sighs. "...oh, Onslaught..."

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Blast Off remains quiet... he finds that he wants to defend Starlock but... defending an Autobot who DID do something without their consent to them against a fellow Decepticon? That... might not be wise. He glances up as Starlock looks to him, his own expression guarded but... hopeful. And not angry, at least. He doesn't appear angry at her at all, just guarded- but he's that way with everyone here. He then nods to Swindle, until Onslaught. Blink. "...What about Onslaught?" Onslaught is PERFECT!!!

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Calyhex looks to Blast Off "What is his relationship to Swindle?" she whispers to Omen.

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Omen's plating ripples as the wee raven turns and glares, "I'm just.." trailing off, distracted as Calyhex speaks, "Oh.. I'm not.. no no..." blinking as she hop-walks closer to the hologram, "I'm upset with Starlock.." trailing off, 'watching' something while the band on her ankle glows indigo softly before replying to Calyhex, "Brothers. They're a group of five." She peers at Starlock, optics dark, "I don't see how it's different. But the road to the pit is paved with /good/ intentions."

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>She hop-walks towards the cabinet she's been sequestering herself under. "Whatever it is you've done, you went about it wrong. And if Banshee's known about this as long as she implied... Well, that's a clusterbomb as well because of.. the big guy. Since I'm seeing slag again even with the band and I can't leave here now, I'm going to go into defrag and hope this was all a bad memory purge." She wedges herself, flattening to get under the cabinet again. "Wish I had a mainframe..."

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Starlock gives Blast Off a small nod, indicating she understands, she remains silent, trying to hide the small welling at her optic edges... It hurt, still she felt.. she did the right thing, as she said, doing the right thing, sometimes means doing the shitty thing.. No matter the precautions she took, or how careful she was...

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!> "I know.. and I don't expect to be forgiven.. just like I don't expect to be forgiven for those sparks I had to ease out of their misery.." She'd nod and glance away. "...One day, I hope I can tell you everything, but for now.." She sigh. "This is enough..." She'd agree rubbing at her nose bridge.

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Swindle ulps. "Onslaught's a brilliant strategist!" he says, brightly, leaving off that Onslaught has trouble sticking the landing, so to speak. "Absolutely brilliant!" On paper. And the stick up his aft is probably a diamond by now!

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Calyhex nods "Thats a strong family." she says. "So why is Omen upset with Starlock? Didnt she help?" she rubs her head and the lights flicker. "Hard to think sometimes."

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  The front door opens a few minutes later, and Lockup returns with several crates of ener-wines and nightmare fuel "Sorry it took so long. Had to find a place where I could buy in bulk..." He pauses. "I missed something."

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Blast Off watches and listens to the others, still eying the bird as she hopskips over to a resting place. And maybe, sometime, when they're alone, if that happens again, he'll tell Starlock that regardless of the glitches afterward, he still appreciates the freedom to finally CHOOSE. He turns back to look at Swindle, giving him a hard stare. "...Uh huh." That does NOT seem like what he was about to say, but... hard to argue with what he DID say. "Well, good, I'm glad you appreciate our Commander." He looks to Calyhex but remains silent... until the wine shows up. <i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>"Finally!" The shuttleformer makes his way briskly over to the faceless one, too polite(?) to mention it. "You didn't miss anything important... now, where's those fancy rust sticks? And my wine?" Pamper him, dangit!

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Omen makes a hrmph sound, half wedges under her cabinet, "I'm too mad to try to use words that aren't full of colourful metaphors." She peers around, considering before pushing back out and winging to a console. She settles, then slinks cables out to dock. She settles into herself, and shares a playlist with the titan just music rambling across epochs and genres, a jumbled collection but something to ease her own unsettled self.

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Lockup chuckles "Theres a couple crates of the rust sticks too and I should have a delivery of goodies in the morning. As long as you guys are comfortable right?"

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  "It's.. one of those complicated moral dilemmas Calyhex... It's both Good, and Bad... I'll explain more later, as it goes into the long topic of consent I've been teaching you about.. for now... everything is okay." Starlock explains, patting Calyhex.. She then blinks, trying to dry her optics, before a thought, ah.. that's why she was tearing up, This felt Similar to where Soundwave didn't help her, but.. She again, knows, they can't. "..I'm.. going to go to bed." Shed say as she started heading for her room.

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Swindle leans in, nudging Blast Off. "Can I have a couple rust sticks? An' some of that good dip you got? I'll trade you some of my copper clusters."

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Calyhex frowns "Starlock you need company?" she asks. "She is..very sad now and Omen is very angry and the brothers are...have their goodies and Calyhex's brain feels like its melting. People are fast. Very fast to keep up with."

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Omen mumbles, halfway to defrag, just sharing music through the datacables, "Omen's -always- angry. That's my secret." chortle-chuckle, "It'll be fine, Calyhex.. These things.. they tend to work themselves out. But.. need to. Oooh.. that's pretty code..." Zzzzz.

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  "Very good," Blast Off murmurs to Lockup. He likes this guy, even if he doesn't have a face and is terrifying. He reaches for the goods, "I'll be quite content I think, thank you." He then lifts an optic ridge at Swindle.... then sighs and nods. "Very well. One box. You want two, you'll have to trade me more for it." ...This may or may not be true, depending on how bro-like he's feeling later. He does stop to watch Starlock leave, but doesn't follow. "..." After a moment, he nods to the others in the room and starts heading away himself. "Come, then, Swindle." He does pause a moment to say to Calyhex, "It will be fine." It has to be.

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  Calyhex hums with the music a bit, and simply curls up where she is. The hologram starts to flicker and her lights dim "Hard to keep up. Calyhex sleeps." and just like that, the holo fades.

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>  "Welcome to come." Starlock says with a nod, but she feels she isn't going to get that, so she heads off too her room, mumbling to herself. "It will be okay lock.. just.. a little bit longer now.. will be worth it in the end.."

<i'm going with you...but...no, c'mon, Blast Off? We're safe here. They're letting us stay, they're giving us food, it's *safe* here. I'm going to stay, you should stay. We-we should get the others an' we can stay here. Nobody's gonna look for us here!>

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