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| - Goa grumbles out of Polyhex' hangars, cutting magnetic engines so quickly he practically skirts-tumbles the side of the fortress city. No patrol on his schedule. He didn't mind his job. Came to like it, actually. But any Decepticon would get bored repeating the same shift. Seeing the same lack of contacts. And Goa knew all too well what happened when he got bored. (It usually ended with a new paintjob and a processor a notch or two more futzed than before.) (repose) Slipstream comes out of the sky with jet thrusters flaring brightly, she lands near the base and walks toward the doors. Then she spots Goa and corrects her route. "Heya Gooey." Nitrogear happens to be located in the hangar bay as well, and notices Goa and Slipstream there. He's just off from the Repair bay, having completed his tasks. Instead of taking off, he turns his attention towards the two familiar Mechs and walks towards them, calling out greetings. "Greetings, Comrades. Good cycle." Goa spins around on his heel with an in-the-headlights, startled look. Given, he was the one with the headlights. And he should've known better than to think he could sneak past the femme. Nitrogear's sudden, well-timed appearance wasn't helping the whole meek look. "Uh," he blunders, still walking away from Polyhex in the same stride, but backwards. "Hey, guys." Slipstream nods toward the fellow seeker, "Good cycle Nitrogear." she offers. She smiles at Goa's look and chuckles. "And where were you going to try and sneak off to without me knowing hm?" Nitrogear curiously asks, "What are you two doing, Comrades? I have just been done with the Repair bay, myself." Nitrogear didn't mean any aggressiveness by "what are you doing" - it's just his mannerism. From afar, Goa (gooey) prods over the link. Something about unfinished business, and the distinct impression he feels he's on his own in it. "Oh, you know, the usual." He brings one hand to his goatee nervously, then covers up the motion by using those fingers to count on. "Disappear underground, get stupid-overcharged, reappear with my work covered," Goa stops stepping and gives Slipstream a long stare, "Then suffer convenient memory loss about the entire fiasco." He smiles innocently, dropping his arms to his hips. Goa tilts his helmet toward Nitrogear, nodding slowly. "Busy taking bullets, Nitrogear?" Less smile, more smirk. But the tone is friendly. Slipstream cocks her head slightly to the question, "Just off of patrols." she replies, though her optics are firmly upon the backward peddling Goa as she stalks after him. Then a shake of her head, "I am so not covering for your drunkenness if you dare go down there again Gooey." her tone a measured warning not to take her lightly in this. Nitrogear laughs at Goa's question. "Not this time, Comrade Goa. Just off duty myself here, too. I was just about ready to head to Cubicron to grab a drink. Want to join me, Comrades?" Long distance to Goa: Slipstream is not amused right now, that's perfectly clear over the link.
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