If by 'bombed' you mean 'drunk,' then it's not possible for TAMS to get drunk. Nevertheless, you decide to stop by.
The room is full of mostly humans and quite a few Draylinnes. Chyrannians aren't really fond of large groups, which is why there are very few in the room currently.
You spot Bot over by the windows. He's hard to miss though; after all, he is nearly seven feet tall. Six feet nine inches, to be exact. You still aren't sure if he was originally designed to resemble people native to Shy'ryx or if the scientists there referenced from another being (or just came up with a new design).
Bot spots you and gives you a wave, so you make your way over to him. Surprisingly, no one attempts to talk to you, so you get over to Bot relatively easily.
"Enjoying your body?" you ask him, leaning on one of the tables.
"Well, of course! We were built to be agile, so running around the station is even better than when I was in that TNMS body!" You're sure he'd be grinning right now if he had a mouth.
"So, what were you originally built for?"
"I don't really remember, actually. I guess that they might have built me- us- for the same reason that the TMS was created: as a last hope for their race," Bot replies, suddenly seeming very serious.
You nod, looking over to the window. It has a nice view of one of the (surprisingly) nearby nebulas. "That's possible," you sigh. "Hey, how come you got put on that PDA?" you ask suddenly.
Bot almost laughs. "One of the workers in the programming section messed up with my AI, so they put me on a PDA so they could reuse my body. I also heard they killed the guy who programmed me as punishment."
"Lovely."
You almost jump as you hear Navaro's voice behind you. "What brought you here?" you ask.
He shrugs. "I could ask the same for you, but I figured you came in here because of Bot."
"So I'm assuming you and Stojanow finished getting everything ready?" You look back at the window.
"Yeah," Navaro says, taking a seat on the table by you.
"You know, that isn't a chair and you pro-"
"It is now."
You can't help but laugh a bit at his stubbornness. "So, where are the others?" you finally ask.
"Stojanow said he wasn't really one for parties, but Lia might come," Navaro replies.
"Well, you had better hang on to your scarf," you say, grinning.