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| - Slipstream is seated on her recharge berth, legs drawn up slightly, a data pad in her hands as she looks over the information that was scanned the cycle before. She's still trying to figure out who the Autobot is... Megatron enters the Barracks, and sees Slipstream and Goa resting in their respective areas. "Excellent." Megatron rasps, as he approaches the pair. "I am glad to see that you are resting. I see Shred has finished her repairs. Were there any more signs of infection?" Goa is but one bunk over, apparently still snoozing. Or deep enough in thought not to pay any mind. Though, his antennae twitch like he's listening ... Slipstream snaps her head up and scrambles to get to her feet, data pad put aside. She straightens into attention pose, "Lord Megatron." she pauses a moment and glances at Goa, "Nothing has surfaced, sir. Though I do wonder how much longer the cure will last in my system. The radiation will eventually fade." Megatron looks over at Goa, seeing him still resting, A grin plays across his metallic face as he considers giving Goa a rude awakening. Deciding against it, he simply snaps a finger, causing one of the many drones to wake Goa. "That is excellent news. I will have Starscream and his scientists research a more permanent way to deal with this problem." Megatron waits until Goa wakes from his snooze until proceeding further. Goa squawks and jumps from his berth, stumbling and shaking his helmet. Motor systems weren't completely warmed up, but he was aware what was going on. He manages to salute and rub at his helm's crest blearily at the same time. "Emperor?" Slipstream inclines her head to this, "A wise decision, my Lord. I am sure that the scientists are already looking over the data that was collected in the creatures’ lair area." Megatron continues, "I came here to commend you both for your work in locating the lair. Your scans will prove invaluable to our scientists and the Empire. You both performed admirably in the face of danger and great risk." Megatron seems very pleased with the information received. He continues to go on, "You both will be allowed your next Energon ration at no charge for your faithful service to me." Goa relaxes his salute to scratch the top of his helmet. Well, this isn't what he expected. By skirting the lair, he'd thought the point of the order was missed -- though he wasn't about to complain as such. He glances at Slipstream -- -- then back up at their commander. "You ... flatter us, Lord Megatron." There's a bit of an inquisitive tone to his voice as he bows.
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