1012/Working at Rodion

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would be milling around Rodion with her hands together as she looked around the place, given how many times she'd come to defend this place form Decepticon sieges... She'd walk to the edge of the platform walk way she'd been on and say down, hanging her legs off the edge as she looked down below with a frown, losing herself in thought.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid has been at a free clinic in the Dead End, helping out those in need. The medic comes outside, taking a break between patient runs. He sees Starlock and heads over. "Oh. Hello, Starlock. Are you doing ok? I hope I'm not interrupting."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's finials twitch up and she looks to Aid, and nods to him, placing her cheek into her hand, she was without the cape he'd seen her in before. "Alright.. I think.. Just.. Thinking." She'd nod. "And you? doing better since that scare?"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "I'm fine." He says softly. "Helping out here has helped a lot." He admits. He looks to Starlock. "What are you thinking about?" he tilts his head, his optics shining in concern.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would be quiet as she looked out over rodion. "Lots of things, heh." She'd smile up at the other bot somberly, before venting out, and pulled an enersoda from her subspace, and leaned back. "Want to hear anything specific or rather I just ramble out said thoughts? I warn, their... probably some darker ones in there."

**Rung has posed:**
The clinic's doors slide open to admit a small orange mech. He steps inside hesitantly, sparing a glance behind him to make sure he wasn't followed.

 Rung makes his way through the clinic, looking around for anyone who looks like they might work or volunteer here.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid just happens to be there volunteering. "Oh, Hello." he says, approaching Rung. "How can we help you today?" he asks, moving to see what injuries he may have. "Random thoughts are good. But it will have to be between patients." as normal. Medics never have time to just chat of course.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Alright j-- Rung?" Starlock would state, blinking at the taller mini-bot, her finials twitching upward as she stared at him and set her enersoda down on the platform. She almost asked what he was doing here but, well, that seemed stupid.

**Rung has posed:**
Rung smiles broadly at the pair of medics. He's uninjured and looks to be in a good mood. "Hello, you two. I do hope I haven't interrupted anything?"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Allright." he says softly. "I um. Do you have a case for us or do you want to come by to help or..." he shifts his feet unused to visitors. "Been a slow night, we can talk too if you want."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock blinked at Rung and glanced away a bit shamefully, and vented a huff. "No.. No you've not interrupted anything." She'd smile at him with knitted ridges, and look up at him tilting her head. "I'm just.. kind of loitering around." She'd nod.

**Rung has posed:**
"As a matter of fact, I did need some assistance - some minor assistance at that." Rung returns Starlock's smile. "I'm in search of something to induce peaceful, dreamless recharge."

 He's all too aware of how odd it must sound - him, asking for a recharge aid? However, he trusts Starlock and First Aid to keep the matter quiet.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid considers "Someting to. Oh I definately have something around here that can do that. Is this for a patient of yours or personal?" he asks as he goes to a cabinet to get the medication. "This might put the person out for half a day but it will make sure they can finally recharge."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock blinked at Rung once more and leaned on her chin in thought. "That... Hrmm, Is there a thing for that?" She'd ask Aid, trying to think about if such a thing existed, it wasn't something she normally dealt with, so if it did, it was going to be a bit interesting.

      She'd blink as Aid gets it she makes a sound, tilting her head, clearly intrigued but such a thing, She'd get out her own datapad and bring up some of the reading materials for such. "Huh.. Didn't know stuff like that existed."

**Rung has posed:**
Rung considers the questions carefully, peering at each medic in turn through his round lenses.

 "It's for a patient," he answers. "I'm afraid I can't say more. I'm sure you both understand."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Oh yes, I understand. And of course it does. You just have to get them beyond the CEM stage where they are dreaming. In order to do that, you have to put them pretty far under. I'd watch them to make sure its not too strong. Just give me their specs and frame type and I can get the right dosage." he says, his tone very professional.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock waved a hand and waved at Rung. "Yeah, no worries there... Whole patient-doctor confidentiality thing." She'd say in response to Rung. She'd glance over to Aid, listening intently as he worked. She'd give a smile at him, there was a reason despite him being much younger then her, he was her /upperclassmen./

      She'd vent a huff and lean back on the platform, and look up at the sky above, sinking back into her thoughts, a frown ebbing onto her face.

**Rung has posed:**
Rung frowns slightly. He can't just blurt out his patient's specs and frame type... well, he can, but it'd certainly raise some awkward questions and possibly get them both in trouble.

 "A lighter warrior's frame, I would guess," he answers. "I'm afraid I don't have his exact specs."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "That's allright. Light warrior's fine. I just don't want to give an overdose or not enough. A mid-dosage should be good." he is a very young medic, but he's always studying, researcing and trying new medications. "I'm just glad to help. Here." he hands a bottle of glowing blue liquid over "Two ounces before bedtime should be good. If he or she has any side effects, let me know."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock glanced over and nodded at the two and remained quiet, letting them do their work as she sat there absently in her thoughts. Shed vent out an aggravated vent and pulled out her sketchbook, and started to work on something. "Everything been going alright for you, Rung?" Starlock would ask, forcing herself to socialize.

**Rung has posed:**
Rung accepts the bottle with a grateful nod and stows it in subspace. "Thank you. I'll make a note to reimburse the clinic here."

 Looking to Starlock, he answers, "I've been well. It's been busy, but I enjoy what I do. How about yourself?"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "There's no need, I have it covered. Which reminds me. I've decided to take on more work here. At least here I feel more useful." He nods at Starlock's cue, following up with a "Yes, how are you?" He nods "Good. Good to hear." he seems a bti awkward in social situations, and goes back to the cabinet to do inventory.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Could be better..." she'd admit as she kept drawing, sketching the scenery of Rodion before her out. "Mostly been staying around Sky Lynx and First aid here, to stay outta' trouble..." The key word being 'mostly'. She'd reach over and take another sip from her enersoda, part of her hoping he'd not heard Prowl snap at her over the commlink.

      She'd glance up and over at Aid. "Ahhh...Does that mean I have to be handling the medbay more?" She'd smile slightly, though part of her did worry about becoming the only one in there... Well, other than Pharma.

**Rung has posed:**
Rung peers searchingly at Starlock for a bit. "If you - either of you, really - need a listening ear, my door is always open. I should be on my way, though. Thank you again for the help."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "If the medbay gets busy, please call me. I will definately help. What else can I help you with? What's bothering you?" he asks, motioning to a group of chairs. "We should proably be sitting dow to have a chat. But after what I've seen the last couple days. These people here really need someone here." he pauses. "I'm good. But if you ever want to stop by, my door is open too. Either of you. Thank you for the visit, Rung."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would give Rung a mock two-finger salute and nodded. "...Thanks Rung.. You too Aid." she'd say with a smile. She looked exhausted, her frame was rigid, but she was still trying to give a friend and happy appearance. She'd look back to her Sketchbook and continued with her work.

      "...Ehh I'm good here Aid, i'm sketching scenery, I have not done something like this in a while." She'd nod. "Also, that's good to hear, I was scared I'd have to deal with it all alone~" She'd chuckle. "...I live in a dorm at deacon so." She'd roll her optics.

**Rung has posed:**
Rung takes his leave without any further delay. He might seem a little preoccupied as he heads for the exit, but then again, he's making plans for his next meeting with his secret patient...

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid looks to Starlock. "You seem like somethings on your mind." he asks when they are alone. "What's going on, Starlock?" he asks.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Again, it's... lots of things, not even sure where to start." She would vent a sigh. "...Really wanna listen' to this though? I've been trying hard to.. erm.." she'd tap the drawing utensil to her lip. "Not be as negative in conversations of late."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "You're my best friend starlock." He says. "I want to hear everything that's bothering you, no matter how dark it is."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock made a sound that indicated she wasn't sure and glanced up above at the pathways above. "Should be careful with that though.. Don't want to mentally exhaust you." She'd chuckle and sigh. "Been learning a lot about those kinds of things of late." She'd nod and glance down.

      "....Do you.. honestly think we're doing the right thing?"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "What, here? I do." He says with a pure conviction. "I think this place needs help more then anyone. At Deltran? Ratchet's there, Pharma's there. They need peopel like this here." He nods. "I know. I've been learning a lot too. The world isnt the same today as it was yesterday."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Well, I mean, yes, /here/ we're doing good, I mean more..." She'd tap at her autobot badge. "...Eheh.. The solar-cycle before was pretty rough." She'd smile weakly. "...Don't think they'll come looking for us, right?"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid 's mask hides a lot but for those who know how to read masked people, his optics dim a bit. "I..." he says. "I've been wondering the same myself. Woudl they even wonder if we left to work here? I mean. The people here sure do notice when we're around.." he says. "Are we really what htey need? I asked myself the same question this morning when I was working on a badgeless. I asked myself the same question when the same badgeless said he was a Decepticon covering his badge. I repaired him. I am glad I did. And I would again. Just like we repaired those two in Garrus. I dont feel bad about it."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Should be careful about who you say that too, imagine others won't take it as kindly as me but.. Yeah... Just.. Who we are.." she'd vent a sigh and look at her badge. "I picked my side, figured it was the best one to allow me to work and help people but now..." She'd frown. "..I guess.. just have to make due till this all ends.. aye?" She'd ask, looking up at him seeming a bit more at ease.

      "...KNow you can talk to me if you need to, I'm.. Starting to get the feeling i'm not the only one on the edge anymore."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Yeah it's just between the two of us. I guess I feel the same way too. I feel horrible about it."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would look down at her sketchbook, and vent a sigh and a chuckle. "...Know, if we make it through this, You, I and anyone like us odda do something to help those affected by all this mess." She'd tilt her head. "...Maybe should make a game night or something at the Red Guardian or Maccs, or heck even the barracks, make things less depressing."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar was hanging out a bit close to Autobot territory this evening-- not that he enjoyed hanging out with Autobots, but it was so close to Dead End that he couldn't help taking a peek at what was taking place a bit closer to the enemy's territory. Within an alleyway he leaned against the wall, e-cig glowing as he vented white smoke into the air. A few pairs of optics were behind him within the darkness of the alleyway, and after some murmuring they turned and seemed to leave the spacer to his business.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods to Starlock. "Yeah I agree. That should help bring people's spirits up. Hey." he looks to the sketchpad. "Whatcha drawing?" he asks, as he looks at his pad. He and Starlock are just outside the free clinic, First Aid working and Starlock stopping by.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "It's a sketch of Rodion." She'd state, leaning back to allow him to see, it was rough, but, there it was Rodion, well the edge of Rodion with Ratchet's free clinic being the centerpiece of the drawing. She'd give a soft smile, having yet to spot Darkstar from where she was sitting.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar takes another puff of his e-cig, while continuing to casually scan over the area. It takes him a long time to locate the familiar colors and sizes of Starlock and First Aid. They were both rather small from his current vantage point, but when he finally did manage to pick them up he was certain that it was them. "Heh... Those two always runnin' about. Thick as thieves," he says quietly to himself, simply watching for now.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "It's very good." he says. "You really have a talent." he says, leaning in close. He seems as peaceful as ever, just sitting wit Starlock and actually seems a little proud today like hes done some good work.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "I really wouldn't call it a talent, I'd call it more ah... I learned these skills, much like everything else." She'd nod, and look down at it in thought. "...Really hard to believe back then, that we were not allowed to learn skills outside of our functions.. I guess.. I got really lucky in being misassigned as a librarian." She'd muse aloud, and frown as she looked at it, and continued on.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes his head. "I dont know. I can't draw worth anything." he says. "If you had a choice would you rather be an artist now?" he asks."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    So there they were just chatting it up... No other 'Bots with heavy weaponry in sight for the time being, other than the main defense towers of the locale. Darkstar stroked his chinplate briefly and then moved a hand over the symbol upon his chest, going full incognito as it winked out of view. Starting through the street he played it as cool as he could, his stroll casual yet with enough speed as to not draw attention either way. Time to see what he could tell of the defenses and their weaponry...

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Should learn to draw, medical sketches are handy, specially when you need to rebuild parts." She'd grin, and then tilted her head "....And no, I'd still.. I'd still be a doctor." She'd nod. "I chose to be a doctor after all... Once I started to actually get a personality, and learn about everything /wrong/ with this place, it was what I decided after I picked which faction i'd help." She'd nod, before poking a finger to Aid.

      "..Like how I keep choosing to come out here to defend Rodion form Decepticon sieges, even after being hurt at Stanix... I don't want those empties forced into the decepticon ranks, or prayed upon.. Rather they /choose/ as well but.. ehh."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "I bet they are rather hten photos." He says. "Me too. I've always wanted to be a doctor since the moment I came online. I skipped ahead at the academy so I could get out there faster." and honestly? Because he's very good at what he does. "I'd like to come up with a cure for this plague in the dead end while I'm here." He says. "You have to take care of yourself first, Starlock, before you can help others. Doctors are notoriously bad about that but shouldn't be. If you fall apart you can't help anyone."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Well, they looked pretty standard as far as he could tell... But what was actually fairly interesting was the lack of upkeep on the towers. They were damaged at some point, and the repair crews hadn't seen fit to actually put much in the way of resources or time into repairing them. Hmmmm. Darkstar was certain that the intel division would love to be aware of this, as he was quite sure that they were likely planning another attempt to take Rodion at this very moment. "Heheheh... Dumb-aft Autobots," he says quietly to himself, head shaking as he continued to make his way closer. Fortune was on his side today, as none of the mechs he'd passed on the street had been able to identify him without the Decepticon symbol proudly on display. Another puff of e-cig, and the Con spacer chortled along.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Ratchet and I have been working on it ever since I realized what Gallo was doing with all that free engex he was passing out.." she'd frown. "And how I found out Pharma was involved in making it." She'd sigh. SHe'd then turn to look up at First Aid with a raised ridge, that was the first time, someone else had properly told HER that.

      "...We are our own worst patients, huh?" She'd huff with a smile, before pulling out her pipe, and lighting it.. The familiar smell of cy-gar smoke coming from it, as she continued on.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid chuckles. "We always are." He relaxes a bit. "Well Pharma may have started it. But we can stop it." he says.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Doo bee doop doo-wah. Yep, Darkstar in Autobot territory going completely unnoticed by the Autobots- hah! This kind of thing would never happen in Decepticon territory... At least he thinks that's the case. Not like it happened at Kolkular Prison or anything, right? The spacer finally made his way closer to the two Autobots he'd met a few times on the battlefield each, and pressed his back to the nearest wall where he set his heel against the support structure. Canting his head slightly toward the two while he remained hidden, he listened in to see if they were talking about anything particularly interesting... Puff, puff, vent.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Hopefully.." She'd state sadly, looking up above, before bringing her optics down, it had taken some squinting, but she would shake her head. "..Swear I'm starting to see smelt, I /thought/ I saw Darkstar." She would say, putting out a small cloud of smoke away form Aid.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid blinks. "Darkstar? Here? Well.. we'd have to drive him off if he is. But why would he be here anyways>" He asks, looking around.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar quickly moves his hand over his mouthplate, stifling the laugh as he hears Starlock claim that she thought she'd seen him. Oh right you were to have thought that Femme-Lite. The e-cig is discarded then, perhaps a bit too much of a giveaway. The spacer flicked the small device behind him, allowing it to bounce and roll over the ledge away from prying optics. Holding up a finger to his mouth, the mech 'shushes' himself, still doing his very best to keep from laughing. Good thing it wasn't Goth he was eavesdropping on, as he likely would have been spotted by now.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Why is he anywhere we are?" She'd ask flatly, glancing over, before double taking at the wall as she catches the slight movement of his hand. She'd then point to where the much larger spacer was hiding, and stowed away her sketchbook, art supplies, pipe, and downed the last of her enersoda and stood up with a huff.

      "I see you Aft-Star."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "I dont know. I hope hes not trying to do soemthign to us or the people we protect." He turns. "Darkstar. What are you doing here?" he asks as Starlock points him out.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Hoa-ahahahaha!" They were on to him, and Darkstar no longer had to contain his laughter. Well, it was only a matter of time now wasn't it? Raising his hands in a sign of 'surrender'? No, that couldn't be it... Perhaps he just came in 'peace' this time around, as he stepped out from behind the wall and into clear view. "Took you 'Bots long enough. I thought I was gonna offline of boredom," he offers with another laugh, hands still raised. "Let's just say... I couldn't help myself-- just had to see how the other half lives. So far? Not impressed," he chortles.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock just gives Darkstar an unamused look, and just sighed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're boring, we get it." She'd sigh. "Are you just gonna insult us or ya got something to say? Else I think ya' need to be going before ya spotted." She'd state, her optics settling into a half-lidded look.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Well, we're not arena fighting but I think we were havig a good time. You want to join us or are you going to just sit there and stare at us and our defenses." oh he knows what's up.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar smirks at Starlock's sass... Oh if only she was as much of a fighter as she was a talker. He could almost respect the mini-bot. "Pretty sure I didn't greet \*you\* by callin' ya', Aftlock... Though I admit I probably should've. It's pretty funny," he laughs and lowers his hands to let them hang at his sides. "Pretty sure I just got spotted, so what's the rush?" the Decepticon muses, his optics flashing as he looks between the two Autobots once First Aid speaks up. Hah! Aid totally did know what's up. "The two of you missed one heck-of-a fight the other day. I almost had Scrap Bash by the end of it this time..." He'd shake his head, venting wistfully. "Next time..." he was almost certain, or maybe it would be the next-next time, or the next-next-next time. At least!

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looks unimpressed, her optics remaining in a half-shuttered state and she just shakes her head. "Well, we're supposed to arrest Decepticons in our territories soooo." She'd purse her lips. "...Honestly I wouldn't put it passed you any other day." She'd sigh, crossing her arms.

      She'd knit her ridges and tilt her head and shook it. "...Suuuure." She'd roll her optics.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "We are but he's not being combative. We really dont need anymore in prison do we?" he asks.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Arrest..." Prison. Yeah, that actually conjured up some thoughts-- that word. Snapping his fingers with a loud pop, Darkstar had a eureka moment. "Like you took in Blast Off and Vortex, yeah! That's right... How're they holdin' up? You Autobots are supposedly \*way\* nicer to your captives, so I can only imagine how much fun they're havin' at Club Auto," he says with a grin. "Just so you two know... They don't know anything. We're pretty compartmentalized over there. Need to know only, and all that."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gave First aid a ridge raise, she'd accept a spot for a bot like Darkstar, buuut she wasn't going to say it aloud... There was a frown on her face though... She wasn't happy about Blast Off and Vortex's position... And for once, she didn't feel like hiding it, she looked said, and cringed.

      "...We're not allowed to talk about that." She'd state simply with a huff. "Specially with enemy combatants."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid inhales deeply and vents out. He knows he's said too much. "You have to know we have some of yours." He says. "And that's all I can say. The rest is classified."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar waves a hand through the air, "Yeah, yeah.... C'mon, we're practically best friends by now. Remember when I brought you drinks in prison, and \*didn't\* torture you? I didn't even rough you up any! And that was after you \*shot\* at me," the spacer laughs. "C'mon... Those two are good friends of mine. You can tell me \*something\*, can't ya? Cuz...it sounds like you know a bit." Optics flashing, Darkstar tilted his head a bit and took a seat on the ledge overlooking the street below. Retrieving another e-cig he sparked it and took a puff, while leaning back slightly with one hand on the deck. "Blast Off's always been pretty nice to you too, from what I've seen... Vortex-- I remember one day I saw 'im talkin' to ya when you were sad." The spacer was grinning from audial to audial, as he considered what Heli-Bot's angle might have been that evening. Hopefully he was just trying to interrogate her... Those Combaticons were an interesting lot. He'd thought Blast Off might be a traitor for some time after they'd first met in fact.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's optics darkened, and the frown on her face deepened, she would lift her head though to give Darkstar, a tired glare. "I think you need to leave." Her mask then slid into place.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "We can continue the oconversation, but not here." he says. "I don't know anything about the two we have or what they're like. I hope they get released soon but we can't do anythign about it."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Looks like he struck a wire... Darkstar was satisfied it seemed, and a shrug of his pauldrons signaled that he was ready to drop it once Aid assured him that they'd speak more on it later. "Sure... Sure. Don't want either of you gettin' in trouble with the brass if they happen by." Climbing back up to his feet the spacer turned so that his back faced the ledge, and a mock-salute was given to the two Autobots before he simply hopped off of it and plummeted toward the ground. Being a space-alt with flight capabilities certainly had its benefits, especially when it came to really cool exits! Out of view there was the boom of afterburners, and when next First Aid and Starlock saw Darkstar he was in Arrowship mode rocketing far away from Rodion.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "...Why do I keep attracting creeps?" She'd simply ask with a shake of her helm, and a shrugging of her pauldrons. "Dumb-aft Show-off." She'd look back to Aid and vent a huff. "Well, least no one got shot." She'd shrug.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "Because you're kind." he says, watching him fly away. "You know they are kinda incredible looking when they fly."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "...Okay but.. Why does /that/ attract them? Wouldn't it logically repulse them?" She'd ask with a raised ridge as she approached First Aid and huffed. Looking up at where he'd flown off, almost longingly at the sky. "...Yeah.. Yeah they are."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes his head. "No. Creeps are you know, a lot like socially awkward people." He says. "A lot of them just don't know how to communicate and are probably really lonely."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would look down to Aid once more and just give him a look that in itself, didn't need words to convey what she was communicating. "REally?" She would finally speak though. "You'd haaate Moonseeker."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid blinks "Why is that?" He asks, watching Starlock closely. "I don't know this Moonseeker."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Good." She'd state as she took her seat on the ledge once more. "He's my abusive Ex." She'd nod."