1184/Wake Up Nightlash

**Starlock has posed:**
     With everything done and complete, it was the day Starlock was both looking forward too, and /dreading/ as she double, tripple, and even quadruple checked to ensure everything was running smoothly, hooked up, and working properly before she started the procedures there in Quartinteen to start waking up Nightlash, mentally bracing herself for what was likely to come when the femme awoke, and everything Starlock would have to explain and recap for her.

      She would have a moment of pause though, wondering if she should do that right away, or wait for Prowl or someone to question her... Knowing her ~amazing~ luck, they probably would and Lash would need to wait a little bit to get all the details, if Prowl didn't just order her to write a report for intel.

      Starlock sighed and watched the vital monitors as everything went to work on waking the femme up.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash is, by all rights, perfectly fine! But, that's what happens when medical has...well, almost 'forever' in a sense to get things patched up right. So that's a win. As the stasis systems come offline, her own systems start their proper reboot cycles, something which...well, it takes a little longer than it ought to simply because there's a new drone to link up with and leverage to get things running proper.

And that's just how things stand for a good few cycles while all of the subroutines run their diagnostics and...well, sure, there's a fair bit of errors, but that's why the drone's in play to bypass all that silly nonsense, because when has she ever been fully and properly functional to begin with?

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is hanging around medbay because...well, where else is he going to hang out? This is where the painkillers are, after all. He stands, leaning against a wall, striking a deliberate "I don't care" pose.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would sit there and wait, watching the boot up, logging such encase such a thing would be needed for later use, much like the diagnostic scans had been, only these could also likely be used to find errors down the line as well, should something happen.

      Starlock shifted uncomfortably as she waited for Nightlash to come online, thinking over just how long she'd been out... She'd also glance down at the new drone and the place it sat, and rubbed at the back of her neck, and then brought her fingers over to rub at her nose bridge under her goggles, and the dark bags under her optics.

      Starlock then glanced back to get a glance at Whirl, who she /knew/ his posture was a lie, as he'd been trying hard to help Nightlash as well.

**Nightlash has posed:**
A flicker, a blink, a few more flickers, and bam! Suddenly everything points to 'awake' on the monitors. And there's a Nightlash just sort of staring at the ceiling of...the medbay? Huh. She blinks again... and then reaches up to poke at air. Because the ceiling's too high.

"Huh...that tank really packed a punch... HA! Wow...er, did...I crash? I...probably crashed. Don't remember crashing..." She narrows her optics and replays... "Ooooooh, right, I sorta flattened a Soundwave. HA! Ugh, wish I'd recorded that."

And, with that, she kicks her feet over, sits up in the medberth, and peers at Starlock. "So...serious question... when I fired that missile at the big tank-thingy... did it fit down the barrel?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl pushes off from the wall as Nightlash moves and sits up then he remembers that he's supposed to be cool, calculated and entirely uninterested in the proceedings. "About time you woke up," he says. "Don'tcha know there's actual sick people who could use that berth?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock had to take a moment and think, her optics moving side to side as if scanning the floor, tank.. tank.. takn.. Oh right Ibex! She would nod and listen to lash. "Is that the last thing you remember?" Starlock would ask as she moved, checking everything as now Nightlash was conscious.

      "First off, Don't get up to fast you've uh..." She'd click her tongue. "Been out a number of mega-cycles." She'd take a vent a hiss. "And to the missle question, yes." She'd nod, and glanced to the monitor, prepping herself for shouting before she followed the rest of the protocol... She would chuckle at Whirl's joke ever so slightly.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash blinks at Starlock. "That...didn't answer my question... but, yeah, that's the last thing I remember." She shrugs at that. "Huh... don't remember being hit /that/ hard by the tank, though..." She frowns a moment, looking deep in thought before there's a shrug and she gives a laugh. "But right then! Let's go blow up a tank! Or...something?"

She thinks a bit. "Wait...did we blow it up?" She huffs. "Whatever." And with that, she pointedly disregards Starlock's recommendations to take her time standing up and jumps to her feet... only to have the gyrostabilizers not quite keep up with the shift in weight as she faceplants on the floor. "Ow...my equilibrium...."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl crosses hsi arms, claws tick-tick-ticking together. "You went nuts," he says. "Completely raving nutso. It was pretty impressive, actually. Ten out of ten, would defnitely class it as one of the top five psychotic breaks in history."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "I /warned/ you." Starlock would scold with a hiss, and carefully help her back onto the Berthi in a sitting position. "Didn't you hear when I said you were out for /deca-cycles/ like.." she'd count. "more than seven Solar-cycles." She'd sigh, and point a scolding finger. "Remain seated until everything's caught up to you." she'd grumble and pace around the room for a moment.

      "..Lash there is... The /tank/ wasn't what took you out, do you really recall nothing after that?" She'd ask hesitantly.

      She'd then look back at Whirl and knit her ridges, welp, least it wasn't going to be her getting yelled at out of the blue this time.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash holds up a finger, still remaining quite face-planted in her own stubborn way. "I'm perfectly fine down here. Just doing a standard up-close floor inspection to make sure the medbay's suitably clean and all..." She then points downward. "AHAHA! I see a speck of dust! That could easily clog up a microfilter and cause all kinds of problems and THEN YOU WOULD FAIL AT FIXING THE THINGS! See...aren't you glad I'm doing this? It's for your own good..."

She then just huffs as she's helped to sit. "And, yeah, I heard you... and honestly... We were fighting the tank, I shot a missile down the barrel which was AWESOME...I'm sure...and then it blasted me, and Soundwave did something... I think...and I crashed on top of him and laughed about it and...that's it, right? He...probably popped off a very angry shot and that was that. Right?"

She turns her head to peer up at Whirl and Starlock... "And it just...took...that long to fix things... right?" Then there's a frown. "It never takes that long to fix things... was I left for dead?" She looks at Whirl and laughs. "And you're just funny...I get called nuts all the time."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grumps. 'Yeah, well, but do you have an actual diagnosis?" he asks. 'I mean, I do. they dn't just hand those out to everybody. You have to make an appointment -- and show up to the appointment, \*on time\*."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "...Uhhh.." Starlock then just sighs. "Nightlash... You uh.. tried to blow up Pharma, took out a good chunk of his office floor at Deltaran, and where being controlled by Soundwave...You were also pretty much slagged, missing limbs and everything." She'd knit her ridges, and crossed her arms.

      "Had to rebuild a number of things, repair a bunch others.. speaking of, can you run a few checks for me? Tell me if everything is working properly." She'd nod.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash watches as Whirl ventures off. "Pffft... I didn't have to make an appointment, they forced it on me." She snorts and then looks back at Starlock for a good moment or two. "And...that sounds absolutely fantastic, but I'd remember if I blew anything up that good, including me." She grunts. "Want me to tell you everything? WELL THEN...here goes..."

She clears her vocalizers. "Uh...how far back? Tell you what... when I was slagging AWESOME at doing things and helped Hyperdrive and all of them out of the fighting pits. Went down in the canyons, got fixed a little, fought in the canyons, got fixed again...then helped with the investigation stuffs at the plants and things, and OH! Don't forget blowing up all those bases, and then the tank... I remember /everything/."

There's a few moments of muttering before she just crosses her arms. "Stupid...whatever, you know what? Doesn't matter. I'm back, I guess...and...that just proves you can't keep a good mech down no matter how long you leave her to rust in a battlefield and make up stupid ...but kinda awesome sounding stories."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Those are all correct, in a simply summed up sense.. But, this happened /after/ the tank." Starlock would point out, her optics settled into a half-lidded position as she picked up a remote and flicked on the view screen of the news and the damage done to Deltaran. "Hmmmmmm?" Starlock would hem a bit passive-aggressively, as well as pointing out the date on the feed.

      She'd then gesture to the cerebral scans on the other screen, showing the tampered and un tampered, as well as all the reconstruction blueprints also on said screen, she would then also gesture to the new drone. "HMMMMMM?!" She'd hem again, stare at Nightlash a bit annoyed.

      She would then just vent in defeat, tired, irritated, and mentally spent, rubbing at the ridging under her optics. "...Command is going to want a report out of you over all of it.." She'd sigh, hanging her head.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash looks at the screen and watches everything, just looking...halfway between confused and angry at the same time. "Hmph... whatever... nothing remembered." She grunts and leaves it at that before looking around for a datapad. "What else are they trying to blame on me, anyway?"

She pulls up reports and starts reading. "And...hah, a report? Here's a report. Tank blew me up or something. I've been here ever since. Anyone that remembers other stuff can report it because that's all I've got to say about it and they all seem to know better than I do."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would frown and glance about and take out her datapad, and bring up the reports submitted to command that she had, to allow Lash to read, and held it out for her. "Lash.. I've been working since the explosion to get you back online, and repaired and free'd from all that." She'd sigh, starting to scratch at her forearm, peeling paint from her talons.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash gives the reports all of but a cursory glance. "Doesn't mean I remember any of it... and if I don't remember it, then how do I even know it was me, hmm? How do /you/ know it was even me?" She looks back at the reports and cycles through them...each one getting a bit more of a...less than pleased look on her part.

"Oh...look. Surprise surprise, not in Intel anymore either..." She doesn't exactly throw the datapad, but there's the faint sound of something cracking as her grip tightens on the device before she finally just sets it down. Perhaps a bit harder than is warranted.

"Whatever..." She pushes herself up and this time waits until stabilizers are able to keep her upright before moving to the door. "I'm going to fly...and think...or clear my head or something. But, yeah...report. I don't know what the slag you're all talking about. Whatever it was, it isn't here," she taps her head and goes so far as to punch the door frame on her way out.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock frowns as that /is/ her personal datapad, and looks it over once it's set down, her finials droop. "Lash wait that's not a good idea, nor are cleared to leave, and I've yet to run tests on how the drones synced up--" She'd sub space her datapad, and for once, attempts to stop the larger femme.

      "Look it's /okay/ you do not remember, I'm just warning you about what you're likely going to be questioned about, is all.." She'd take a vent through her denta. "None of this is your fault, it's Quartz and Soundwaves." She'd add.

**Nightlash has posed:**
"You're more than welcome to try and stop me!" It's about all she calls back on her way out the door. "Apparently there's a machine for that somewhere..." She pauses a moment, maybe at mention of the drone. "And...yeah, yeah...warning, whatever. Tell you what, answer me this thing, hmm? If... if my head worked right, do you think it would have still worked on me?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Probably Yes." Starlock answers bluntly. "It wasn't taking advantage of your damaged state, Soundwave was using a machine to enhance his outlier abilities." She'd huff, and attempted to get in front of Nightlash to push her back into the room. (Least she was trying)

      "It could of been /anyone/ it just.. happened to be you." She'd frown.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash just sort of stares down the medic for a moment before simply letting out a soft huff. "You're a terrible liar..." She leaves it at that and slumps a bit. "Because if that were true...then why wasn't it someone else?"

She glances at the medberth, then the door, and then just...sighs before muttering a bit. "Fine...whatever, done and done, right?" She doesn't sound...too convinced that's the case, but at the same time does, at the very least, return to a medberth and drops herself down with a grunt.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Please I'm well aware of that, why I tell the truth most often than not." She'd huff in response. "...I don't know, just.. in the wrong place at the wrong time?" She'd almost question herself, but that's the only reasonable conclusion she could come to.

      "...Yeah." She'd respond softly. "It's.. over, and I laid Soundwave on his aft for it... and probably mentally traumatized him a little but ehh details." She'd shake her hand side to side, following Lash over, starting to run some tests.

      "I.." She'd sigh. "I'm sorry.. this all happened, I wish... there was more I could of done." her finials drooped and she'd hang her head slightly. "...I'm happy you're back online, and yourself once more." She'd nod.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash glances over at Starlock. "But he's still operational?" There's something almost dangerous there in her optics, but it passes and she rests herself back. "Whatever... can't fix it now anyway..." She sighs. "Ugh...I need to...get...caught up, I guess."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "...For now." she'd say softly, if he ended up offline at a later point in the future? it was possible, and by whom? She wasn't sure, she couldn't see the future, here, after all. Starlock would then glance away and nod. "Yeah.. I can help with that as we get you back in order." She'd smile softly, and tiredly, looking worn.

      "...Can you detect the new drone? if so, can you try commanding it with a few simple tasks?" She'd pause. "And can you feel, or tell anything... different, about it?"

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash gives a sigh and nods. "Yeah, I...it's there. It's...doing whatever. I'll figure it all out... need a good flight to really get things up and running a bit since... y'know, gotta launch, recover, and all that stuff... but it's there."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Alright, once we're given the Okay, but likely Jazz, we'll get you outside to do that." She'd smile a bit. "I don't know if you recall, but I uh, did some modifications on the drone, to allow for it to properly cope and handle the spare load your previous one did, Should be finding things moving.. smoother?" She'd ask as she started running some diagnostics.