1299/Meeting in the Repair bay

**Dogfight has posed:**
Dogfight finally drags himself into medbay. He had lingered behind after the fight, ensuring the other Autobots vacating the Sonic Canyons had some form of escort though thankfully none of the Decepticons tried to shoot more than dirty looks at them. By this time the burns from the explosions and cannon blasts have cooled, though the bullet holes are still there in what little of his armor isn't warped or broken in some way. The Triggerbot looks like warmed over slag to be honest, but doesn't seem to upset by it.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash looks up as she hears the entry of the other flier on-scene for the fight and beams a smile, looking up from her datapad musings and waving a bit with the pad itself... which only results in her losing her grip courtesy a very over-enthused wave and sending the pad flying when it slips out of her fingers. "Whoops...uh..." She shrugs, reaching into subspace to pull out a spare and leaving the flung one to it's fate. "Heheh...well, on the upside, we both got shot fulla holes but still showed the Cons they don't own the skies, am I right?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was already in the medical bay, working away at paperwork, and checking over those that had come in the solar-cycle before.. He would perk up though seeing Dogfight wonder in and her finials flared upward and quickly ran over to give him some support, to help get him to the berth.

      "This is the new guy?" Starlock would ask once she registered Nightlash's words.. She also shook her helm at the flung Datapad.

**Dogfight has posed:**
"We sure as slaggin' did!" He clambers up on the indicated berth and promptly flops there. "I would of helped you more, but things would of gone frag up sooner if Megatron kept hammering at the structure." He shrugs a little, though the gesture is exaggerated some by the way his wings jut off his upper arms. A faint wave so he doesn't damage anything more than it already has been is given to Starlock. "Designation's Dogfight. Triggerbot Air Commando."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash nods. "Yeah...they threw a lot of heavy hitters at us... but that said, we survived and held off a fair bit. I mean...probably could've done better, but...for how outnumbered we were?" She shrugs lightly and continues messing about with her datapad on 'Project Stupidscream' while pondering a few things... "Hrm...also, Nightlash," she offers a wave over towards Dogfight. "Not sure we ever really met proper."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would quickly start moving to make sure he was stabilized, before nulling his pain receptors and began work on repairs, starting with the lower most damage, She'd take a slow vent. "I'm Starlock, the current Medical XO." she'd introduce as she worked.

**Dogfight has posed:**
Dogfight took a beating, but by how much damage there is makes it evident he's not the 'fragile speedster' sort of flier. "Side by side on the field of batter is as good of meeting as any." He's trying really hard to not be twitchy, though the temporary loss of pain sensation is a bit odd even if a relief. "Did the big fella make it in? He hung back for a bit and I lost track of him while escorting the other evacs out."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash hmms? "Oh, yeah, everyone's back. I don't think anyone got left behind this time." She just leaves that there and thinks of a better title for her project, giggling a bit and erasing it and writing in 'Starstump' instead.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Mean Roadbuster? Yeah he made it back with most the others last Solar-cycle." She'd chirp as she moved her tools, slowly repairing wires, fuel lines, and other melted internals. She'd raise a ridge as she glanced back at Nightlash's giggling.. That was always a sign of trouble....

      "..So uh.. Whatcha' working on over there, Lash?"

**Dogfight has posed:**
"Oh good." Dogfight is relieved everyone got out, though tries to not show it too much. Got that brawler reputation to uphold. "Would hate to lose the mech that had the ball bearings to try and beat Buckethead with a chunk of rebar!"

**Nightlash has posed:**
"Well, I...had an idea. I knowwww I have all the greatest ideas, but this one really is on the top of the list of great ideas, right?" She flips the datapad around to show a very...crude stick-figure of Starscream getting absolutely overwhelmed with electrical bolts (or at least squiggly lines meant to be electricity) before the next image shows him with 'x' eyes and sideways.

"So, that...thing the shapeshiftymajiggy whatever it is had...the schematics, I've been messing around with them like I said I would, but mainly as a uh...faraday cage or a double-resonant circuit, like...harmless, right? Stupid, but great for transmission of power without, you know, lines and stuff.

"Buuuut...and bear with me, right? What if...whaaaat if...you know, we used it to absolutely overload his circuits and leave him unable to move or transform or do anything else important, right? Could totally...I dunno...kick him a whole lot and then just laugh while he screams something-something 'oh no don't hurt me whaaaaaa' or whatever it is he always says every fight..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock isn't sure to be impressed, or worried about Nightlash's artistic indeverse, and just gives her a look before going back to working on Dogfight. "Isn't that a bit impractical? wouldn't something smaller like an EMP do the exact same thing or... is this a 'just because you can' sort of idea?" She'd question.

      Starlock also chuckles at Dogfight. "Roady is... He seems decent enough." She'd smile.

**Dogfight has posed:**
Dogfight on the other hand laughs a bit, though has to stop and cough up some stray lubricant part way through. He turns his head away from Starlock before spitting it out at least. Bleh. "Do that and he'll be living up to the 'scream' part of that dumb name." All the technical sciency bits went over his head, but he got the 'zap Seeker until lots of pain and yelling' part, which is all that really matters. "Though probably still not as much torment as he's caused others. Good start though."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash blinks. "I mean...we can make it smaller. Might not be able to have too many uses, but it can just be...like...a one or two shot deal. Enough to capture and contain the idiots. Could be nice to do that in a fight." She grins a bit. "Bet I could use the schematics and shrink it down..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock knits her ridges and smiles, well it was a start. Starlock's sighs would instantly go to that lubricant that Dogfight spat up, trying to get a look at it's color to indicate just what that was, because it meant something was leaking into his ventilations, or there was at least /some/ type of damage allowing it in.

      "Well Lash, you're the tinkerer here, I'm sure if there's anyone that could figure out the mathematics and schematics to do it, it's you." She'd chuckle, before looking down at Dogfight once more. "Hows everything feeling?"

**Dogfight has posed:**
Dogfight rubs his mouth off with the back of a hand. The holds it up to peer at it. "Is this oil? I think it's oil." It probably is. With how much he got shot up and kicked around it's probably not a surprise there's a leak somewhere that was covered up by other injuries. "Been better. Could be worse. Not dead."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash hrms and thinks a bit as she eventually just chuckles. "And besides... EMPs usually are just like bombs and can hit more than what you want them to...and it's hard to kick someone when you shut down as well." She pauses to just envision that and giggles a bit at the visual. "Heheheh...though that'd be pretty funny..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock clicks her tongue as she starts looking to find the damage to get it repaired. "By the looks, means one your lines has damage to it, need to get that repaired before it becomes a problem." She'd vent. "Suppose that's good.. Just need to find all the damage to get it repaired..." She'd murmur.

      She'd glance back to Nightlash and paused, thinking about what she may of just encouraged and sighed and shook her helm. "Hmm A reports not been posted, maybe once I'm done, you could do that Dog? Give you some time to rest and allow yourself repair system catch up." She'd suggest, mostly wanting to make sure the adrenaline junky rests. "I'd suggest Lash but she got knocked out and wouldn't be able to give a full report." She'd chuckle.

**Dogfight has posed:**
Dogfight nods at the diagnosis and lays back down so she can find whatever is still leaking. "Yeah. If Buster didn't do it suppose I should." He doesn't know that Roadbuster probably can't considering his lack of certain educations.

**Nightlash has posed:**
There's probably a lot of ideas running through Nightlash's head, and she's writing them all down as they come as a bit of a sidebar for later study and development.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would keep working, getting the flier back up and running... After getting Dogfight, and herself cleaned up, she'd walk over and pick up Nigthlash's flung datapad and brings it back to her. "...Soo, just lost your grip on this, right?" She was mostly making sure Nightlash wasn't having issues with her strength due to damage.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash hmms? "Oh, that silly thing, yeah..." She takes the pad and looks it over, and it totally doesn't have some other mech's name scribbled and scratched out on the back with her own written haphazardly over it. She just tucks it away casually and flashes a smile.

**Dogfight has posed:**
Dogfight motions with a hand. "Can you hand me one of those for doing the report? Or I'm gonna have to get up to find a terminal."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash huhs? "Oh, yeah, sure, here," she tosses totally-her-datapad over to Dogfight. "You can keep that one, I got a spare." She grins, waving the one she's been working on around.

**Dogfight has posed:**
Dogfight grabs the datapad before it wacks him in the head. "Thanks miss." He lays back down and gets to work.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock sigh,s but, is grateful that their getting along, (Which may or may not be a good thing) and resting. She'd stride back over to her desk and begin filling out paperwork. "Furthermore, it's a pleasure to meet you Dogfight." She'd chuckle.