1178/To Feed A Beast

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch arrives promptly at the repair bay. The sixchanger scans the area for Starlock, "You wanted to see me?" he asks, all of his being curious at what the summons wqas for. --what does she want-- --I hope this won't-- --wonder if this is-- his thoughts go by so rapidly and in such labrynthine disarray.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was sitting in her chair, working at her desk in silence and irritation, stewing over past thoughts she was trying to kicked to the side, but having no luck with. Her train of thought was broken when Quickswitch came in, stating she'd called for him? She didn't recall calling for him, why would anyone trust the 'Junior' medic as people so called her, (A title she was now starting to resent) to do anything right after all?

      She'd shake her helm, trying to kick aside such thoughts and vented a huff, she needed to get her mind off that, and figure out what this was about. "Uhhh...I.." She'd turn to check the computer, maybe one the other doctors or nurses had her assigned and wasn't told. "Give me a second, First time i've hearing about this myself, need to check the computer if there is anything on file about what this maybe about." she'd explain.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
"Oh," Quickswitch's headfins twitch in surprise, "That's strange. I recieved a message from medical to come down." he shrugs and smiles, "It was for this time. Let's see what comes up!" He waits patiently as Starlock looks into this, "Awhile ago, I put in a request for battle computer and attack modification. Wanted to increase the strength of my bite. In beast mode." He transforms into beast mode and works his jaws, "I wonder if this has anything tod o with that."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Probably something in regards to that, just wish people would actually /alert me beforehand/ about what work they want me to do or what work of mine they frag with instead of just dropping it in my lap or making me look like some incompetent and inept frag up." She'd stat southerly, not elborating as she digs around the records, scheduling, emails, and other records on the computer.

      It would take her a minute, but she'd let out a noise, indicating she found something, reading it over. "Think I found it."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch nods, listening carefully, all hiss attention on the medic, "You know.. You're hardly incompetant..You've come a long way from the new recruit I met in the Training Sim," 'Met' being a loose term--he'd fired on her and thought Starlock wouldn't last long, "I misjudged you!" he chuckles.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would pull the data from the computer and move it over to one of the medical datapads, and start reading it over as she started getting the needed tools onto a kart, with the necessary items pulled from storage. "...Doesn't.. Feel like it some solar-cycles." She'd vent a huff, that frustration and irritation starting to cool, now that she had someone to talk to, and actually hear what she was saying aloud.

      "...I try not to screw up, because if I screw up, people could die, or be in long lasting pain, so if I'm going to do it, i'm going to do it /right/... That was something one of my past medical instructors drilled into me." he'd muse as she sterilized her hands and started walking over with the items.

      "Combat, I want to be able to do my job, and protect those I'm working on so... I...Kind had to accept I needed to learn to fight back" She'd spin her hand, as she struggled with the words, but then vented when she found them. She would then gesture for him to settle his head on the berth where she can work.

      "Right, so I for your jaw-strength enhancements, a stronger joint had to be ordered with a number of reinforcements to ensure the pressure from such wouldn't snap the hydraulics that makes up your jaw." She'd start explaining. "I'll need to magnetize the berth to ensure your helm doesn't move, as I work, alright with that?" she would ask, looking up at him, at least she was asking this time, though she was still heistint given the /last time/ she tried to work on him.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch listens as Starlock explains the procedure. He hops up onto a berth and lays on his back in beast mode, head stretched out so the medic can work on it, "Heh, you know more about combat than I do about medicine! All right. Ready," Quickswitch seems quite stable for the moment.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Taticals come naturally to me when I have all the information necessary, and I attempt to keep my teammates alive, while at the same time, trying to help them apply what they can do, when I know what they are capable of." she'd nod as she watched him, and once comfortable, she would magnetize the berth and pulled a chair over with her pede, and took a seat.

      She'd dull his pain sensors and start getting to work. "Why I typically open up with that new canon of mine, break their armor, and they'll go down quicker." She'd muse as she started carefully removing his platting.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch listened calmly as Starlock spoke, though his readings jumped significantly when the medic began to remove his armor plating, "You're quite impressive," Quickswitch praised her. He wasn't in a particular mood to talk, but felt the medic deserved acknowledgement. Once his armor plating was removed, he fell into silence and remained still. He had no choice, really!

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gave Switch a soft smile, her optics lowering, She would glance away though, as a sudden.. guilt started to wash over her, but she kept that smile on her face and kept working. "This is going to take a little bit, so, I hope you don't mind my talking." She'd say, as she started disassembling the joint-hinge carefully, setting the parts down carefully on the nearby tray.

      "....Oh, uh, if you also feel me tinking with some wiring, don't worry, that's just part of the procedure, improving energon oral intake rates with new wiring and the like." She'd warn.

      It would take a few cycles, plugging, replacing, and setting the new parts into place; as well as setting and tightening the armor and other objects back into place, keeping an optic on his reactions to ensure she wasn't making it too tight. "How does this all feel?" She'd ask once she had everything back into place for his jaw.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch worked his jaws and felt the reinforced bite, "Pretty good!" the beast roared happily, working its jaws open and closed a few more times to test it, "Can't wait to bite into a Deceptigoon!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock flinched hearing the roar, mostly because she was reminded of the last time she worked on him, but she would calm herself down, and let out a weak laugh, cleaning up the rest of the mess, ensuring his pain receptors where back on, and the magnetization was disengaged.

      "Eheheh Just be careful, if there any complications, do come back, I'll be quick to adjust, and take care of it." She'd nod. "If someone else doesn't get to it first." She'd smile. "...Also, thanks for hearing me out, and sorry for being so grouchy earlier." She'd huff, and smile tiredly.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
"No worries," Quickswitch jumped down from the berth and loped to the door.