1189/Aftermath of Praxus

Cast of Characters: | Prowl, Nightlash, First Aid, Starlock, 138

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades quickly makes his way to Praxus once given the all clear, "<<Moving to the extraction point right now. Get ready to load them up once stabilized.>>" The chopper kicks up dust as the groundtroops make room as they guard the trio of downed Autobots.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash can't speak for Prowl or Ratchet... she can't speak for anyone at all! She's a pile of wreckage somewhere in the middle of the blasted fortifications. At least she crashed with style...

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<Already one it Blades.>>" Starlock would report, having decided to go to the group instead of waiting, once she was sure the onsite medics had the other two stable and secure, She would make her way to Nightlash's crash sight, and made double sure to help in extracting Nightlash from the mess, knitting her ridges as she did. Once that was done, they would ensure they were stable before the group would help in getting the trio loaded up to be brought back to the repair bay.

**Blades (138) has posed:**
"<<Alright, ready to go.>>" , Blades says as his rotors spin up. Quickly taking off he takes the fastest route towards Iacon.

**Starlock has posed:**
========================>>Iacon - Decagon Medicalbay<<=========================

      The on staff nurses, medics, and doctors (A number of whom Ratchet himself had managed to convince to come over form Deltaran before things went Chassis up.) where on standby as they awaited the medivac from the siege at Praxus, having been left more then prepared when Blades, Starlock, and the rest of the rescue crew went out.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid comes into mebay, with a datapad in hand. "Allright, I hear the call of the injured." he says. "Who is in tonight, and what are their conditions?" He slips into his new medical XO position, taking his role seriously.

**Blades (138) has posed:**
"Coming in, hot!" , Blades yells out as the trio of gurneys are rolled into the med bay. He helps the nurses with placing, Prowl, Ratchet, and Nightlash onto berths before looking to First Aid saying, "Looks like the cons chose to be sore losers this time, Aid."

**Nightlash has posed:**
If anything's hot, it's going to be Nightlash. She's SMOKIN'... literally. There's still some subsystems burning from the whole...being shot a bunch and crashing a couple times and all that nonsense, nothing /too/ severe, but it's probably not healthy to breathe in.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Thankfully the three were stable, thanks to the work of the onsite medics and Starlock... Starlock was actually helping in getting the trio transferred onto propper berths, and helping get them set up on vital monitors and energon drips, before going to tend to Nightlash, putting that fire out first, allowing Blades to talk to his brother.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid sighs "Slag. okay, lets get them on the tables. I'l run triage." he starts to scan each person as they come in, prepared for the worst. "Thanks, Blades I'll take it from here" he says as he gets to work."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades nods to his brother before moving off to the side. Better to leave the medics to their work.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Yes, Thank you blades." Starlock would chirp, once she sees Aid has Nightlash covered, she moves to sterilize herself, and then moves to start repairing Prowl, and getting him back online, her mind focused at the task at hand.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash is...ALIVE!

That may or may not be a good thing. As soon as systems are sparked and touched, she just goes into a rather...sudden transformation sequence to 'stop' being a jet on an operating table. It's just better that way...honest.

But at least it means it's probably easier to work on her. So that's a win.

**Prowl has posed:**
    As soon as Prowl was conscious again, he had of course gotten right on filing all the appropriate reports while Starlock was working on finishing up. At least it's something he -can- do safely while recovering.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid continues working on Nightlash as Starlock works on prowl "Its great to see Nightlash back. Hopefully we can get her back together soon. Has she been checked for bugs or anything?" he asks.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Yep, already done, there's some reports you odda' read." She'd chirp to First Aid as she worked on Prowl, she'd then squint, as he starts work soon as he's awake.... Part of her /seriously/ debating magnetizing the berth where he doesn't get up after having been knocked unconsciousness like that.

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades makes his way out of the bay as he's not needed, "Part of the job but your welcome as always."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid seems proud of Blades. "Thanks. You're not in the way if you stick around." he says as he continues his work.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash muttergrumbles as she wakes up, hearing something about bugs...but just laughs a bit. "HAH!...totally blew all that stuff up pretty good...didn't I." She mutters and groans faintly at the aftermath of being, well, pancaked into a collapsing building, but hey! A victory's a victory, right? Bonus it was done with high explosives...

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looked over on hearing Nightlash awaken and shook her head, yep Nightlash was Nightlash again, it got a smile from her. She'd look down at the work she was doing on Prowl, looking over the weldings, the wires she'd been replacing, as well as the armor she had to repair.

      "Don't get up, will end up breaking a welding if you do." She'd state in a soft, yet calm voice, no 'you mights' this time, he needed to rest. She'd reach over and graba cloth to start cleaning her hands off. "Good to hear you in such good spirits, Lash." She'd chuckle.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Starlock is right. Neither of you should be moving." he says. "Welcome back, Nightlash. Do you remember anything strange that happened?"

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash blinks. "During the fight? Strange? Naw...only that Ratchet can't catch very well, but he did alright I suppose." She chuckles softly. "Just...needs to work on his form a little bit before trying it again."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckles lightly, but at the mention of Ratchet her finials do drope, and she mumbles something over her private frequency to First Aid, before looking over to where he was laid up in a berth.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid radios back and chuckles. "Don't we all. Don't worry, Nightlash." he says, tapping something in his datapad before he continues the repairs. "We'll get ya back on your feet."

**Prowl has posed:**
    Oh, Starlock need not worry about that. Prowl did take a pretty hard beating out there, and he's aware of it. Unlike mechs such as Hot Rod and Blurr, he knows what's good for him. Plus, he has plenty to do that doesn't require getting up. He just keeps plugging away at the reports and filing, frowning and paying only minimal attention to the conversation.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash hmphs. "Me? Worried? Naawwwww.... I just want to reeeeeeeeally blow them all up some time, sooner rather than later preferably." She mutters. "I owe them a thing or two..."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid chuckles. "Oh, you'll get your chance. And I'll be here to patch you up." with Ratchet down, this means hes in charge. He blinks as this dawns on him, his body tensing a bit.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock took note of Aid's tensing, and made her way over and bumped him lightly with her own hip platting, mostly in a bit to snap him out of whatever thoughts he was having that were causing such. "Things will be okay, just need to keep moving forward, yeah?" She'd say back at the group with a tired smile.

      She'd then look to Lash. "So, how did your new drone work out for you?" She'd ask as she went to start properly preparing to deal with Ratchet's injuries.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash is about to say something, then looks at Starlock...then thinks a bit and finally just shrugs. "I dunno. I never used it, really. It kept yelling about damage and stuff, though, but...uh... maybe next time?" She shrugs lightly.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid tilts his head. "Yep thats what we all do" he says with his normal enthusiasm He forces his tensing to go down a bit as he continues his work "A new drone. Its good oyu got it replaced. You ok on your end, starlock?" he asks.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "...With work? Yeah." She'd respond to Aid as she worked. "And Alright Lash, good to know, and Lash it's supposed to do that, so that indicates it's synced up correctly to keep track of your bodily vitals." she'd explain.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash mutters. "I'm totally muting it... do you know how hard it was to try and concentrate on shooting everything when it kept yelling at me? 'Warning, stall alert! Caution: Low Altitude Warning, Warning, incoming missiles. Alert! Alert! Systems critical'! I mean, yeeeeesh, just show me what to shoot and that's all I need, yeah?" She sighs. "Whatever, I'll quiet it up eventually..."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "It makes it harder to concentrate? I'd think it shoud be the other way around" He ponders.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "There is a way to turn their volume down, but their not meant to be turned off, that was in the original design I modified." She'd explain as she gestured a tool at Nightlash. She'd then look to Aid. "Depends on the bot actually, after so much noise, even I get overloaded, and it feels like my processors are being split a dozen different ways."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash mmmhms. "It's just...too much. And useless, too, you honestly think I don't know when I'm near to the ground or all that stupid stuff? I fly how I fly, always have, and always will. I don't need any...stupid warnings to do that." She mutters faintly and then just sorta shrugs. "Right, well, turning it all off'll be good."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "I get that way too sometimes. Thats an increible invention, Starlock. Maybe we could muffle it. Just for now."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "I'll take a look at it later, see if the program can't be altered to make them able to be turned off and on, but I /rather/ you kept them on for your safety." and others, but mostly hers. She'd then raised a ridge at First aid. "I'd.. not call it /that/ i only modified it to carry a bit more equipment to allow proper functions.." she'd mumble a bit embarrassed.

      Anyway, she had something else to focus on currently, and nodded. "Should rest Lash, alright?" She'd nod.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash ehs... "I don't want to,but I will anyway." She stretches a bit before just resting herself down in the berth. "Then...think I might do an inventory of the armory or something. Seems like something we should do..."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses "Its a workaroun so thats what it is." he stretches himself "Good." he ays. "You shoul really get some rest. Radio any of us if you need us. Try to get some recharge ok?" he backs away. "I'll probably be in here most of the time. Im always h ere."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "You and I both." Starlock would quip, it was going to be one of those nights for them after all, and Prowl was to be subject to the weirdness and normalcy that was the medical bay crew on a night shift.