1056/Chaos in the Repairbay

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Off in one of the corners, near a large desk, sat the increasingly present leader of the Autobots. Information was displayed on the screen; medical records that he used his clearance to access. Documentation flicked across the screen, with a small insert image of Blurr in the top right corner. Blue optics remained narrowed from the ridged as the data scrolled over the display.

      Some of the random staff seemed to be standing around, shocked and surprised to see him there. He had been gone for a while, after all. But why was the Commander in Chief down in the Repair Bay, looking over medical records? He was Optimus Prime. Why not?

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch arrives at the repair bay. The larger than average Autobot spots Prime, but immediately heads for a medical berth as Prime is otherwise occupied. So is the sixchanger. Headfins raise as he scans the room, then droop slightly. Perhaps he should have gone to Deltaran Medical.. Quickswitch had, instead, come here. He has business to discuss, "Is Ratchet here?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was sat at her desk, working away at filling out the medical bay inventory as per-normal, and logging recent Medical logs... She was in a rather relaxed state as she worked not seeming to really notice those gawking, when she did though, she did though, she'd wave to them to attempt to knock them out of it and back to work, careful not to knock the crystalin flower on her desk.

      She'd vent out a huff, some sign of stress starting to show as she remained deep in her own thoughts. She'd glance up on seeing the much larger six-changer come in though and looked to him. "Not right now." She'd push herself up. "What do you need done?"

**Quickswitch has posed:**
"Just some tweaks to my systems," Quickswitch replies with a ready smile, "I was hoping Ratchet might be able to help. I need recalibration of my IFF protocols and tightening of my laser beam in cannon mode. It would be nice to be able to strafe and pivot in that mode as well." The crowd gawking at Prime also had a few gawking at the sixchanger.

"is that..?"

"That's the sixchanger!"

Awed whispers reached him. Irritation flared up, exploding in outright anger. His fist slams out against the wall, "Go away!!!" he roars. A moment of stunned silence.

"..I didn't mean to--.." Quick's vents work frantically, "..Please, Starlock.. you can stay.." Quickswitch did not like being gawked at by these loafing idiots. Starlock was, however, decent.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock quirked a ridge and nodded. "Sounds simple enough, I could help you with those, since he did teach me how to do.." She would look over to thos gawking and her optics settled into a half-lidded, exasperated look, and vented out a sigh.

      She'd flinch when Quickswitch acted out, but heeey... It worked. "S'alright, I know what you were trying to accomplish, just uh.. Don't break the medbay." She'd give him an awkward smile, but it was a genuine smile. "Was about to start threatening them with the fact I know where Ratchet's wrenches where." She'd joke, and moved to the medical bearth. "Seriously You'd think the warning signs outside the medical bay would enough warning."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch smiles a little and chuckles quietly. He lays back and his chest opens, revealing... revealing complicated systems that all run together, parts connected to parts that don't seem related to each other, hybrid systems, two engines, and a freakish transformation cog, "Let's see what you can do with this," he grins.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock stares at it a moment, before taking a vent and nodding, mentally bracing herself as she looks at the wires she's about to start messing with and nods. She's handled Sky Lynx's archaic systems, so this shouldn't be too much a challenge, and studies it a moment, tapping her face plate.

      "Alright... Not too bad, has some similarities to another I worked on, smallier, and multiplied with its own uniqid addons..." She'd muse, starting to get to work, also bringing up Quickswitch's medical file, and saved schematics on one of the monitors beside the medberth..

**Quickswitch has posed:**
For his part, Quickswitch lays back, "..Um..please be careful?" he asks, worriedly. How many sixchangers has Starlock worked on..? He didn't believe this femme could help him. Then, he heard himself speak. "Worked on any Triplechangers? That might come in handy. Gimme your best!" he grins genuinely. His system is complex, but not inscrutible. What Starlock might find troubling though, are the random instabilities that crop up, including his twitching cog, threatening to spasm.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Pretty sure Sky Lynx counts as a triple changer." She'd nod matter of factly. "And I will, why I brought up saved schematics." She was a medical professional after all, she knew how to be responsible! (At least in regards to her medical patients, reports, and paperwork) She'd look up what she was looking for on the schematics before looking back and raised a ridge.

      "Is that normal for you?" she'd ask, taking note of the spasms. She would also take a moment to observe the instabilities, trying to find a reason or rhyme to explain them, even if they were just normal to the Sixchanger.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
"My cog? Yeah, not a big deal," He would shrug, "Not worried about a thing," and he wasn't. Quickswitch gave Starlock an easy-going smile.

Starlock had repaired Sky Lynx?! Quickswitch was clearly impressed. That mighty braggart had systems even more unique than his own, and this medic had worked on him successfully?? He doubted it.

The assault unit kept quiet patience, saying nothing.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would stop a moment to think about Sky Lynx's transformations, Dragon, Shuttle... Did splitting to two (Lynx and Pterodactyl-like mode) count as one, or two..? and if so, wouldn't that count as a quad-changer? She'd shake her helm in as she brushed the thought off, as that was a petro-rabbit hole she didn't need to go down right now.

      "I mean the spasms." She'd add, making sure he knew what she meant, as she located where she needed to be and started work. "Will work on your laser beam first, then go to the IFF protocols." She'd mention as she got her hands in there, good thing about being a mini-bot, is that it was easier to work on the larger bots like Quickswitch with her hands.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
"I know what you meant," Quickswitch replies. As Starlock begins to work, the sixchanger looks up, suddenly interested in the cieling. Correspondingly, the sixchanger's readings fluctuate a little more wildly. His brow furrows with tense and nervous energy as his thoughts tangle and race. All he can do is trust her, he supposes, a look of skepticism on his face.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock glanced over at his readouts, noting the nervous energy and continued her work, taking in the design of the laser modes components and hemmed, as she started ensuing everything was first, nothing was loose, or working ill properly due to things like damaged or old wiring and connections. "So, tell me, what have you been doing these past Deca-Cycles? Any tales you'd like to tell as I work? Should help in keeping your mind focused elsewhere." And there was part of why she got along well with Sky Lynx.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
"I've...been on light duty, ever since...I well... the reason for this IFF protocol calibration," Quickswitch's optics glow pensievely, "You remember.." The time he fired upon his own side, upon everyone really, including the very one working on him now, "I've been studying...mostly...meditation and transformation dynamics. He laughs, "They don't have a chapter on me." Me? Quickswitch looked puzzled, even a little disturbed, and these registered as quivering, shifting expressions on his face. No, he meant 'Us'. The fragments of his mind would muse. Himself, and one other.

 Sixshot.

Quickswitch allowed Starlock to work on him, "So, you've worked on Sky Lynx, huh?" he's not too eager to go into what he's been up to, "I've never met him, myself, but I hear he's an amazing Autobot."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl slinks into the medbay, claws click-click-clicking as he moves. His head bobs back and forth, up and down, moving almost constantly as he tries to take in his surroundings.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock Ah's. "Well, hopefully once I take a look at those, they'll be better and you'll be up in full working order again." She'd smile up at ihm as she continued her work, and she'd smirk a bit. "Yes, it's called your medical record." SHe'd sass, pointing a finger at him with that smirk, before bringing her hand back down to continue work.

      "Aye, I have, apparently one the few that have a better Idea of his systems apparently, which is an interesting thought." She'd muse aloud. "He.. Has this interesting air of pride about him that doesn't come off as annoying, or arrogant, has a lot of long-winded stories he likes to tell, which I honestly quite enjoy listening too."

      Whirl would see the newly promoted Sergeant working on Lieutenant Quickswitch. She'd glance over for only a second before back to her work. "Hello Whirl." He'd chirp, before mumbling under her breath about needing to replace a few wires, and then calibrate a few things.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl wheeps as he's spotted. How does the Sarge do that?! He was being extra stealthy, dagnabbit! "Hey, Sarge-lock!" he says, then claps optic on Quickswitch. "Lieutenant, good t'see you looking so...lieutenanty."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch glanced over as the weird 'click click click' of Whirl's pedes make their way through the other sounds of the repair bay. He immediately wished he hadn't, for a look of shocked disgust and horror roiled over his face, and his readings spiked sharply a moment, "Empurata!" the digust clear upon his vocalier. He couldn't bear to look at it, yet could not look away from the stark mutilation.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock, the second those words come out of Quickswitch's mouth, she'd slap her hand over her face plate and shook her head, and quickly ensured the medberth was magnetized where Quickswitch couldn't escape right in the middle of her working on him.

      "...You may wanna add more to that, cause without context... Yeaah" She'd merely say, just not stating how rude that probably would of come off to Whirl.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is in mid upswing on his head bobbing about the room when he hears That Word. He freezes, hand-claws stopped in mid-click-click as Quickswitch reacts with disgust and horror at the very sight of him. "...got it in one!" he says, sounding almost cheerful. "Empurata, you'd be amazed how many people can't remember that word in my presence, L.T.! Even more amazing is the lengths they'll go to in order to avoid saying it to my -- well, not to my \*face\* 'cause I don't have one -- but in the general faceological area of my head. You should get a gold star for having the circuits to just call a freak a freak."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
\*Wham\* Quickswitch's head slams back as his body is pinned to the medberth. He tries lifting an arm. Nothing. Struggles in vain as he roars, "LET ME UP! I am your SUPERIOR OFFICER! YOU WILL OBEY ME!!" he roars at Starlock. His transformation cog stutters and twitches madly as he tries to transform, and fails. No longer able to glance toward Whirl, Quickswitch bellows at the cieling, "Yer fraggin right about that. Freak!!"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid hears the commotion from the back room and comes out. He claps his hands. "QUICKSWITCH!" He yells. He actually yells. "What is going on here? WHIRL! What did you do?" oh dear hes in protect the medbay mode.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl snickers, the sound almost deliberately calculated for extra obnoxiousness. "...might be a freak, but y'know what I can do?" he says, edging closer to the table Quickswitch is currently magnetized to. "I can leave the room if I want. I can walk right out that door and you? You can't. You're stuck in here, held down on the table where you just have to take whatever they give you." He reaches out with a claw, meaning only to clack it as close as he can to Quickswitch's face when First Aid yells his name. "Nothing! Me and the LT we were just discussing punative amputation practices from the old days!"

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Out of the corner of his optic, Quickswitch sees Whirl come closer and closer and he tries to squirm but can't and FRAG IT he's trapped and can't leave and--

Acrid smoke begins to rise from his vents and circuits with the strain of fighting the magnetization. "..get..get away from me.." he all but whispers as Whirl's claw comes closer and closer..!!

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid crosses his arms. "Discussing, huh?" he shakes his head. "How about you guys eitehr discuss it from opposite sides of the room or better yet, someplace that isnt medbay? Whirl. CLaw hand down."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock noticeably flinches, and pulls away, her whole frame is trembling and her optics narrowed, specially when he yells at her to obey him, now normally she'd be able to deal with episodes like this, however Quickswitch's anger at her is beyond overwhelming from what she could feel, heat, just a lot of heat around her, her optics nearly offline from it all overwhelming her.

      Eventually after what felt like cycles to her, she'd weakly snap herself out of it, specially when she hears First Aid's voice, very loudly, and tries to take a deep vent to get herself collected once more. "Whirl! knock it off that's not funny!" her vents hitched. "And Switch! Thats rude!" Nooow she's calling them out. "Quit being Idiots, the both of you! And Switch I only magnetized the berth because I don't want you damaging yourself from suddenly getting up." she needed to remember that was standard protocol.. That and he's done it before.

      "...Thanks Aid." She'd murmur.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl keeps stretching out his claw hand, moving it slowly as he tick-ticks it at Quickswitch. He's enjoying this. Anyone with even a basic understanding of body language -- either Rotory or Empurata or simply Whirl's own brand -- can see that. "Don't wanna," he says, his voice a cheerful growl. "This is somethign that needs to happen up close. Right, L.T.?"

And then Starlock yells at him too and Whirl's hand drops as he turns on his foot. "Finnnne. Me and the LT can talk some other time," he says, stalking away from Quickswitch's table and moving closer toward First Aid.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid sighs "YOu can do what you want just not in medbay, ok?" he shakes his head. "Sorry I had to raise my voice."