1314/A Spacy Return

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 * Poses=:{{#var:131|Darkstar (131)}} has posed:     Within the bowels of Kolkular Prison, locked away in a cell far from the standard prison population there he sat in near total darkness. DS-131 Corporal Darkstar's hands were completely covered up to his elbow servos in heavy maglocked bindings. Red optics stared downward at the floor, his chassis low to the floor upon his knees yet dignified in spite of his current berthing. He had been here for nearly a day, visited only by a prison guard who made sure that his energon reserves were not completely drained and that his weapon systems had been adequately disabled. Beyond that his only companions silence and the dark...


 * {{#var:129|Goth (129)}} has posed:      Goth strides into the prison with his medical kit to deal with the recently 'rescued' Darkstar, he can actually /easily/ guess why Darkstar had an autobot badge on.. honestly it really didn't surprise him.

Goth himself was looking, well.. decent, since the last time Darkstar seen him, given he looked a bit wry, smelled of some HEAVY engex and something else (tears?) and perhaps his reason for his stride was that interesting little crystalin cube he currently had around his neck that had an liquid in it... The INTELLIGENCE officer steps from the darkness and just looks down at Darkstar with familiar green optics.

"You're an idiot." He'd chuff.


 * {{#var:131|Darkstar (131)}} has posed:     Darkstar remained unmoving at first. The footfalls that brought the mechabat to his cell were all but ignored. He'd expected that they would send an interrogator, another guard, perhaps some basic energon rations at some point. What he did not expect however was to be referred to as an 'idiot' by a beastformer.

Optics flashed, and Darkstar slowly lifted his head. The Autobot insignia upon his chest could be seen given Goth's superior nightvision. It was a mark that the spacer had not removed, in fact he wore it proudly. "DS-131... Darkstar, Sergeant." That's all the Decepticons were getting out of him.


 * {{#var:129|Goth (129)}} has posed:      Goth quirked a ridge, and rolled his optics. "Corporal actually." He'd correct, it's been a while, he likely doesn't remember... That or was that as far as he got, as an Autobot? it was a good question. "Much like I, G-605, Corporal." He'd smirk as he was allowed into the cell, and started setting up his tolls, and his optics became a solid green with black slants, as he started tending to the spacers wounds, and set out some Energon Rations.

He'd take a moment to examine the emblem out of curiosity, was it painted on? a tattoo? or another badge? He'd hem as a thought... Goth had definitely also had become better as a medic y the touch, and how he dressed wounds, even in his alt-mode.


 * {{#var:131|Darkstar (131)}} has posed:     Goth had certainly seen Darkstar through more grievous injuries than those from which he currently suffered, so given how far the mechabat has apparently come along his medical journey the mostly heat and impact damage that needed to be addressed would be a walk in the cyber-park.

Darkstar didn't seem to react to the correction made by the mechabat. What did this Decepticon know anyway? Unless this was some kind of psychological game that the supposed medic was playing. DS had already decided that the other was one of two things at this stage, a medic or an interrogator, and was now rather certain that the mechabat was the latter. "DS-131 Dakrstar, Sergeant." He could keep this going all day, all night, all vorn if need be.

Oh, and the insignia? Painted on, as permanent a fixture as could be without burning it into his armor.


 * {{#var:129|Goth (129)}} has posed:      Goth merely frowns and keeps working to clean him up and get his wounds dressed and just chuffs out. He'd leave the rations there in reach as once he was done, would come back around to look down at Darkstar, one would think the look on his optics was one of /judgment/ and well it sort of was, but there was also a know of his ridges and a pained expression that formed on his face.

Had Darkstar joined the Autobots In bid to attempt to get closer to their command where he could fight them? Probably, and then got attached some how? he doubted it, but probably... Still he doubted that as he knew Darkstar didn't get... attached, those around him, yet still.. Goth felt a bit of pity, if not betrayal at the idiot he'd been working with.

He stands there silently at the door, looking down at Darkstar with the medical kit in claw.


 * {{#var:131|Darkstar (131)}} has posed:     Darkstar remained silent for some time. This interrogator thought that he was going to get some information out of him by boring him to death... Nice try, Darkstar was well aware that this tactic would potentially be used against him. If the Decepticons were good at one thing it was interrogations that lacked a certain creativity. Straightening suddenly... Wait for it...

Darkstar sighed, his shoulders slumping back down in a most anticlimactic manner. He was bored, yes, but bored to death? Hardly. If worse came to worse he was fully prepared to enter into recharge, while knowing full well that the Decepticons would eventually start to use violence when they realized the 'silenty treatment' wasn't working. He really hoped that happened sooner rather than later.


 * {{#var:129|Goth (129)}} has posed:      Goth continues to remain silent with the judgmental look on his face before he leaves the cell. "I'm not ruining this for Vortex." He'd say simply, Goth knew better then to tamper with a prisoner, even if he was their idiot first! He'd curl his fingers around the crystalin cube in thought though...

It seems Goth was indeed only here to deliver rations and tend to his wounds, and nothing more, he was likely staying of his own volition. "I merely hope this is just another of your dumb-aft schemes gone horribly awry." He'd stack on softly as he thinks things over, considering the mess he was already in.


 * {{#var:131|Darkstar (131)}} has posed:     Vortex? Seriously? They were going to try that?

The silence was broken again, by laughter this time around. Invoking the name of the long destroyed Combaticon in some desperate ploy to get him to doubt his sanity. Perhaps the Decepticon intel was faulty and they hadn't realized that Darkstar had actually been there in the battle where Vortex had fallen for the last time. "-Hahahahaah... HAHAHAHA!"


 * {{#var:129|Goth (129)}} has posed:      Goth's optics settled into a flat-look as he heard Darkstar start laughing, this was one of his stupid aft schemes, wasn't it? The sound of Goth face palming was pretty audible. "I have quite the guess as to /why/ you are laughing, but I suppose I should ask, why?" He'd say dryly, this was definitely one of Darkstars dumb schemes gone sideways that he didn't inform higher ups about!


 * {{#var:131|Darkstar (131)}} has posed:     Hilarious!

It took him a bit but the Spacer did manage to stifle his laughter for long enough to begin speaking coherently. "Your intel...is *terrible*," he chortles while shaking his head. "Vortex? The Combaticon? You couldn't even be bothered to refer to your own reports about that battle... I was there. I *saw* his destruction, you fool." Darkstar couldn't help it. Again he roared with laughter. "-AHAHAHAH! Morons! HAHAHAHAHAH!" They might as well just go ahead and get to the torture, or execution, or whatever it was that the Decepticons had in mind for him.


 * {{#var:129|Goth (129)}} has posed:      Goth tilts his helm, green optics, and red bio lights following him as he moved. "...The frag are you talking about? Where the smelt do you think you are?" He'd chirp as he re-entered the cell, ensuring that crystalin cube was stored safely away, before began to check the spacers helm, rolling his optics, grumbling something in Eukarian as he normally did.


 * {{#var:131|Darkstar (131)}} has posed:     Darkstar breathed a heavy sigh, his head shaking once more as he seemed to accept his fate. They weren't going to stop playing this silly game, so he may as well embrace it. Who knows? He might end up getting to have a bit of fun before his boxing or demise depending on just how angry he will end up making the 'Cons during this ride. "You're a Decepticon, so probably... Luna 2, in one of your underground prison facilities. Hard ta' tell really. Kinda dark in'ere, you know? Not all of us 'ave an altmode based on a nocturnal organic."

Smirking, Darkstar canted his head to the right as he watched his interrogator. "'Tween you an' me... Why'd you go an' pick somethin' so blasted ugly? Unless...oof, sorry. 'Less ya didn' atcually pick."


 * {{#var:129|Goth (129)}} has posed:      Goth just stands there confused, did Darkstar really not recognize who he was talking too... Goth just smacks him upside the helm, hard enough to send a message but not actually hurt him.. That elongated finger of his probably felt familiar! "He didn't die, I know, because fixed his damaged processor." He'd chuff.

"Also we've been over this, I was /forged/ this way!" He'd scoff indignity. "And I still haven't forgotten that you threatened to murder Dustoff." He'd cross his arms, know what else was familiar? That kitten soft faux fur. Goth would pause a moment and just groaned and took a light from his sub space and turned it on, looking flatly at Darkstar.

"...Boo."


 * {{#var:131|Darkstar (131)}} has posed:     Oh, that's more like it!

"Thank you, Sir... May I have another? This time ya' need'ta put yer' back into it. I barely felt that," Darkstar would offer Goth after receiving the not-so-hard smack to the helm. "Ohhhh, of course you did. Yes, yes... He wasn't, like, completely blown to bits by Supreme Chancellor Megatron or anything. Nah, totally didn' 'appen at all." The spacer rolled his optics, his expression still as amused as ever.

It was pretty apparent that Darkstar had no idea of who Goth was. He'd never met this mechabat before, though he did know what a mechabat was. How he knew...who knows? "Thanks fer' the light, Fuzz. This place is actually pretty cozy lookin' after all," he explains, glancing around. "Gotta hand it to ya'. You 'Cons do prisons well."


 * {{#var:129|Goth (129)}} has posed:      Goth is a bit tempted to have fun with this, tapping at his face plate. "Oh lovely, I'm going to have inform Vortex that not only does he think he's an autobot, but he's hit his helm so hard he was memory bank failure, oh and he's insane but we all knew that." Goth would muse aloud to himself.

He'd then look at Darkstar and smirked, and started speaking in Eukarian which.. really was just a bunch of nonsense babble as he leaned on the cell door, maybe a few insults throw in there, that he had always wanted to say to the spacers face.


 * {{#var:131|Darkstar (131)}} has posed:     Oi... This was going to be one extremely long prison stay, he could tell.

Darkstar tilted his head back and sighed again, this time more heavily than the first. "Yeah-okay... We're gonna keep playin' this game, eh? Fine. Vortex wasn't blown ta' bits by the Supreme Chancellor. He's managed ta' pull himself together from a billion tiny little Decepti-bits. You got me..." Seriously. Why couldn't they just execute him and get it over with? Had they learned nothing of him in the thousand years that they had been warring?

"Yeah, I can speak gibberish too..." the spacer replied to the Eukarian babble. "Skeeter boop boppity beep bop. Doop Doo-bee... Tootsie pop pooper McTackleberry."


 * {{#var:129|Goth (129)}} has posed:      Goth slaps his hand over his optics once more and shakes his optics and shook his helm. "Oh for the love of..." Goth would take a deep vent, trying to calm himself down as he looked over Darkstar, trying to get a gauge on just what the smelt was going on!


 * {{#var:131|Darkstar (131)}} has posed:     "Yeah, so... If you're just gonna stand there actin' like a dumbstruck aft-helm..." Darkstar rolled his head around his shoulders, stretching it out as he shifted his legs from beneath him in order to lay down and get nice and comfy. "I'm just gonna recharge for a bit."

Of course it didn't take long for him to add, "You 'Cons are terrible at this interrogation stuff... 'Less you're actually jus' a janitor. If that's the case, eh... My bad."


 * {{#var:129|Goth (129)}} has posed:      Goth pauses in thought a moment, wondering how he should continue this thought..Now he was curious, wondering what Darkstar thought happened to /him/ since he didn't seem to register the bat was the one talking to him... For now.. He'll leave it as is and wonder off for a few cycles to continue getting prepped for the mission a head...

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 *  has posed:  Vortex comes into the cellblock, bringing a rolling cart full of items with him. Hes ready to go to work today, which is enough to frighten most people. He stops by Darkstar's cell and tsks. "So new prisoner. Goth.." he flamboyantly presents his right hand. "Dossier if you will. Tell us about our inmate and what we know already."


 *  has posed:     When Goth returned to the cellblock and Vortex had finally joined him Darkstar was far from aware. The 'Autobot' Spacer had made good on his promise to get some shut-optic, as he lay there in deep recharge. It was probably the last real rest he was going to get once the proper interrogation began... The mech was certainly not about to pass up the chance.

Just as before his hands were bound, completely covered by heavy mag-cuffs that extended all the way to his elbow servos. How the mech managed to sleep in such an uncomfortable state was likely something worthy of study, among other things...


 *  has posed:      Goth couldn't help but smirk that turns into an amused grin, he'd had been /quite/ busy, but he was now back with Vortex after having gotten to speak with Blast Off.. He'd open the file and start speaking. "Corporal Darkstar, Aerospace division, Designation DS-131... Went missing on '&lt;XX-XX-XXXX&gt;', didn't know to be missing until Yesterday, found floating in space with an autobot emblem painted on his platting." He'd hem. "...Subject presents sociopath and narcissistic tendencies and bursts of Psychotic mania... He's also an idiot." Goth smiles.


 *  has posed:  Vortex purrs. "Oh good. Very very good indeed. So. I hear he might have memory problems. Lets remind him shall we?" he says, acting like Goth is his understudy. He knocks on the door and turns on the harsh cell lights. "Good morning, Darkstar. I think it's time we had a proper introduction. My name is Vortex, I'm going to be your interrogator this evening." He says. "So before we begin for real, I want to get the typical Autbot behaviors out of our system, shall we? Let's start with the I'll never talk and interrogator insulting?" he pulls up a stool and straddles it, staring at Darkstar. "Annnnd.. begin." he points to him.


 *  has posed:     Well, Vortex was clearly underestimating one thing about the current state of Darkstar... He was tired, mech!

Darkstar barely shifted under the harsh lights, let alone the knock. Nah, it was very likely that Vortex was going to have to do something a bit more drastic to get his attention. "Autobots forever... Supreme Chancellor Megatron will have your head... Betrayal..."


 *  has posed:      Goth would get the lights also turned on, good gods why was everyone so edgy and keen on stumbling around in the dark!? Anyway. ""Subject believes he's an autobot, claims he's a sargent, and that Vortex was killed in an skirmish at Luna-2, murdered by megatron himself." He'd hem, as he folded an arm behind him, watching the two... Rolling his optics at Darkstar.


 *  has posed:  Vortex takes out a datapad. "Supreme Chancellor Megatron. Autobtos Forever...mmm hmm yes. Sounds like someone's a wee bit confused. Goth honey? Have you fed our prisoner? Please tell me you've been a good host?" he asks. "He's been looked over for injuries hasnt he?" he says. "Because obviously. So very obviously I'm alive and ready to have a nice conversation with him." he has a rolling cart full of supplies with him and is on the other side of Darkstar's cell, sitting on a stool, straddling it. He stares at him a bit. "So betrayal. Who did I betray, little Autobot?" he purrs.


 *  has posed:  And then, Goth's favorite person in the whole wide universe floats into the prison, his gold optics glittering coldly. He's carrying the dagger Overlord had given them earlier in the medbay. Upon noticing Vortex and the mechabat present, he brandishes it, and glares at them. "Get out," he growls. "I'm going to talk to him."

And with that, he drifts straight through the cell bars and takes a seat across from Darkstar. "&lt;You've been gone awhile.&gt;" He tightbeams the spacer.


 *  has posed:  Vortex looks to Phantom. "No. He's mine. I've been promised him. You get out!" He brandishes a sharp, curved blade from the table. Oh dear.


 *  has posed:     Vortex missed the memo that clearly read 'Darkstar is asleep AF, bro-bot!' The spacer was mumbling while he recharged, so intent was he on getting as much shut-optic as possible that neither the harsh lighting or the talking heads around him had managed to do anything but elicit the slightest stir and a few unconscious words. That all changed when Phantom arrived...

"What the frag?" Darkstar wondered, abruptly sitting up when the voice came in through his radio. Looking at Phantom first, the spacer scoffed before sending a message right back to whomever it was that had radioed him. &lt;&lt; Who is this? Identify yourself... How am I keyed into your frequency? &gt;&gt; Totally oblivious to the fact that it was the Seeker who sat across from him who was the origin of the message. Wait a sec... VORTEX?

"No... Nonono... NO!" In an instant Darkstar was on his feet and backpeddling away from Vortex as if he was seeing a ghost. If the spacer could go white he would... "You're destroyed! Megatron DESTROYED you!" Hooboy.


 *  has posed:      Goth glared at Phantom, his ears falling back and snarling lowly, he raises his hand and gives Phantom a rude gesture... Darkstar's response though does get a amused Smirk out of Goth before he dryly says. "Well, now he's lucid." he'd snort. Goth then scoffs bitterly at Phantom.

"Do you even have authorization to be working in here?" He'd sneer at Phantom.


 *  has posed:  Vortex throws his hands up in the air. "Way to go, Phan Phan. Now he's lucid. You're ruining it!" He snarls. He nods "Yeah its me. I'm alive. Megatron didn't tyr to kill me, the Autobots did. We've got a problem and we'll resolve it once we get blinky here to stop trying to do my job."


 *  has posed:  Phantom laughs in a disconcerting way. "Damn. Look how desperate you are for validation," he says cruelly to Vortex. "Please. Save yourself the humiliation. You couldn't hurt me even if you tried."

He narrows his optics at Goth. "Would you like me to go tell Overlord that I've changed my mind, and would like Dustoff to accompany us to that damned mining facility? Mind you. I've gotten permission to bring the red foam, and I definitely intend to fully take it out of the container, regardless of the consequences." He smirks.

"&lt;Relax. I was the one who found you floating in space. You probably don't recall, but you were sending out an SOS to just about anyone with a half functioning radio transmitter&gt;" He takes out an e-cig and hold it out to Darkstar. "&lt;Look familiar? Used to be yours. I raided your stash while you were gone&gt;"

He gives Vortex a threatening look. "Leave."


 *  has posed:  Vortex ums to himself. "Um.. let me think on that." he throws the blade at Phantom trying to narrowly miss his head. "No." He says. He considers going for a second blade but then...he pauses at Phantom's words. "You're lucky I like Goth. And I'll be able to disassemble you slowly, and see if you really can hear screams in space, Phan-Phan. Soon." with that he goes to pick up his blade and place it back on his cart. "To be continued, Darkstar." he purrs.


 *  has posed:     Darkstar thought this was going to be a pretty straight-forward torture session... Maybe he'd lose a hand, an arm, maybe both. Perhaps he'd be made to suffer for awhile before they eventually shot him through the core, or possibly the head. Maybe they'd go as far as boxing him... Regardless, he'd thought that it was going to be simple. Seeing that Vortex was indeed alive, and his radio was talking to him on a frequency he never used...anything but 'simple'.

"I..saw...you...executed. When you and the Combaticons betrayed us for the Decepticons after Swindle was executed for treason for double-dealin' with the enemy. The Supreme Chancellor blew yer' aft to BITS!" Darkstar barked, his red optics flashing with a mix of anger and disbelief. "But you're... Here. I'm not...here though, am I? This is a hallucination... Hah! That's what this is..of course. Hologram tricks, drugs, whatever ya' got it ain't gonna work, see?" Finally, he was starting to make sense of this craziness.

Darkstar leaned back against the cell wall, a heavy sigh falling from him again as he listened to the Seeker who claimed to have found him floating in space. "Whatever..." he offers to the Seeker, barely even looking at him or the e-cig as his optics fixed themselves on the ceiling. They could try whatever they wanted to try. He wasn't going to crack.


 *  has posed:      Goth's glare turns murderous, but he grins madly. "Overlord said only those in the room, so you're slag out of luck in that threat, and demand.. 'Blinky'" He'd smirk with a purr. "Much as I would /love/ to have my partner, that helped me defeat Sixshot in the training room." He'd add on slyly.

Goth Then ducked to ensure the dagger didn't hit him and chuckled. "Vortex is going to leave you /quite/ the report to command, aren't you?" He'd ask the Chopper... More less dropping a hint for Vortex. "Your threats are empty vails." He'd state tartly to Phantom.


 *  has posed:  "I'm going to murder Dustoff," Phantom says randomly, out of nowhere. "I'm going to cut off his fingers one by one, then his arms, then his legs. And I'm going to make you watch," he says casually, tossing the e-cig aside. "Not even because I hate Dustoff or anything. Just because. You deserve it."

"You're both confused," he says loudly with a sigh, "I didn't come here help either of you do anything. I'm just here, because I want to be, and I like making your lives miserable."

He seems mildly intrigued by Darkstar's story. "Oh, tell me more about that," he says, "I'd love to hear a story about the demise of the Combaticons."


 *  has posed:     Darkstar wasn't going to crack... Well, not the type of 'crack' that his enemies wanted. Crack up? That he could do, and suddenly does! "HAHAHAH! Oh, these drugs are fan-TASTIC...." says the spacer as his interrogators begin to lay into each other more than him, which only seems to add more credence to his assertion that all of this is some kind of hologram or drug induced interrogation technique. "Bombard the subject with chaos, and see if he doesn' start ta' lose his grip on reality... Not a bad idea, 'Cons. Not bad at'all. Still, I ain't that easy."

"Lemme get that e-cig," Darkstar says finally, looking to Phantom. "I'll tell ya' all about what happened... Ain't gettin' any good intel outta me. Got all this in your files already, I'm sure... But hey, light me up an e-cig and I'll be happy ta' remind you of recent history," the mech chortles.

"So, where should I start then? Swindle, right? The Senator got 'imself bought by some aliens who were also sellin' weapons to the Decepticons. Supreme Chancellor found out an' had 'im executed for high crimes. Combaticons didn' take it well... 'Specially since General Onslaught begged for a lighter sentence. With Brawl long dead when he an' Starscream were destroyed while takin' out Sky Lynx fer' good he, the good Colonel Blast Off, and Major Vortex nearly freaked out when they found out they were probably gonna lose another brother." Shaking his head, Darkstar snerks. "E-cig?"


 *  has posed:  Vortex snarls, tensing, his optic band flickering. "Take that back, Darkstar. None of my brothers are dead and Onslaught would never beg and no one would ever promote me to a colone.. " He snarls, blade still in hand, looking half crazed. "Dont touch the tools, Goth!" he shouts at the top of his vocalizer.


 *  has posed:      Goth was silent for a long moment, before his optics just go dark, and then reignite with a dark red of his bio-lights! fans kicking into full swing, and he lets out a loud snarl, and takes one of the knives from Vortex's tray, locking his sights on Phantom.


 *  has posed:  Phantom seems pleased by Darkstar's narrative. "Heh, works for me," Phantom says casually, "I hardly ever read reports anyway. You could say I prefer oral retellings," he says to the spacer. He picks up the e-cig he'd tossed aside earlier and hands it to him. "Keep going. I want to know all the gory details of how they died..."


 *  has posed:     Darkstar clamps down on the e-cig and waits for someone to light it for him. "You wanna know how they... Heh, alright, whatever floats yer' ship, Deceptifreak," he offer, e-cig flopping about between his denta. "Brawl was crushed by Sky Lynx. Managed ta' rip off one o' his legs before though... Probably the only reason the Sky Marshal managed to get in that fatal shot with 'is targeting systems so damaged. Vortex got blasted ta' bits by the Supreme Chancellor...like, literally bits and pieces. Served 'im right for betrayin' us for that piece of slag double-dealin' Senator. Oh, speakin' of him. Senator Swindle, as you well know, got lowered inta' a smelting pit."

A shrug, and the spacer was looking at Goth and Vortex. Yes, he had to remind himself that Vortex wasn't real. Some kind of trick of the mind, drugs, hologram or imposter. "Onslaught's actually boxed, and Blast Off was devoured by Sinnertwin in the Arena. Pulled 'im apart and gobbled 'im up on live planetwide holovid. Shoulda' known better'n to betray the Autobots..."

"Oh... Violence," Darkstar adds after a moment, noticing the charging mechabat's target was the Seeker standing in front of him.


 *  has posed:      Goth clearly still had some sort of sense about him as he does drop Vortex's knife and instead, goes for an option he's much familiar with, and takes a acide covered swipe at Phantom's back!


 *  has posed:  Phantom listens quietly to Darkstar's story, his optics glowing quietly with satisfaction. It's odd and rare, but he actually seems...happy? Sort of? The closest to happy, he's ... ever been, actually.

He seems so taken by Darkstar's story, that when Goth reaches out and slashes him, he seems to hardly notice, other than a slight wince.

He gives Goth an exasperated look. "It was just a joke, stop taking everything so seriously," he says flippantly, "like really, you're so overdramatic and damn sensitive. Honestly, I can't believe you. How did someone so fragile end up in the Decepticon rank?"

To Darkstar, he says, "I like your stories. I'll be back." And with that, he phases through an adjacent wall, and disappears, just like his namesake.


 *  has posed:  Vortex growls "Hes lying. Heen reprogrammed something. Goth? Quiet him down and we'll talk agaon tomorrow. I blame Phan Phan you know."


 *  has posed:      A wild fang filled grin twists onto his face as he barks a laugh, he actually struck PHantom! "WHO'S LAUGHING NOW GLITCH?!" he'd shout as Phantom vanishes, breaking into a mad unhinged laugh.. He wouldn't turn to look to Vortex, but a red optic does move to look at him. "Oh.. Oh I'm quite aware~ That knockoff is going to die in the most brutal way I can figure once this is all over~" He'd whisper with a pleased purr.


 *  has posed:     Darkstar snorts as Phantom disappears through the wall. "Go frag yourself..." he offers simply. Aft-helm didn't spark his e-cig. "Knew he was a blasted hologram...or hallucination...or whatever." You know, cuz normal mechs don't just phase through solid objects!

"So, how's this suppose'ta make me break?" the spacer asks then, looking between Vortex and Goth. "Or is the stupidity level supposed ta' get so high that I lose it myself?" Darkstar laughs, and folds his legs beneath him as he relaxes back against the cell wall once more at the very back of the cell.

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