1041/Whirl, no!

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is indeed a rotory and he did indeed hit some specific things on his way into medbay. At least, he did if the way his arm is hanging limply is anything to go by. Which it probably is. He whistles as he walks into the room, a tuneless, single note that is a strangely high-pitched, yet almost melancholic sound.

**Starlock has posed:**
     And there, with her arms crossed, waiting in her rolling desk chair, is the ever-tired, purple mini-bot, medibot femme with her purple optics, and large-bug eye styled glasses-goggles, sits. She'd pinch her nose bridge and vent out a long, drawn out, sigh, pointing to one of the medical berths.

      "Take a Seat." She'd state, least now he had a face to put to the confused femme he'd been talking to over the commlink.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid comes over with osome supplies. "Hi, Whirel. Oooh., Ouch. Loks like you had an arm accident. Lemme take a look at it while you tell me what happened ok?" he asks, looking at Whirl with concern.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl walks over to a nearby chair and grabs it with his free claw. "Where do you want me to take it?" he asks, lifting it up. "Is it a bad chair or a good chair? Is it a Decepticon infiltrator in the worst alt-mode ever? I mean, how horrible would that be? "Congratulations, Stiffback, you'll get to absorb the nauseating stench of Autobot fumes, so pure and pollutant free!"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid blinks "I dont want to talk about Decepticons smelling Autobot fumes ok?" he asks. "Thanks for the image though." he holds out his hand "Lets see what you did okay? What happened to your arm?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "I mean sit on the medberth, smart-aft." She'd state dryly, but there was a grin on her face, which she is unable to contain as she breaks into a laugh at his "chat" with the chair. She'd give a mock salute to First aid as he comes over. She'd unable to stop herself form laughing out more as First aid gives a silly, although serious, response.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's optic beams. "You're welcome," he says, setting the chair back down and dropping onto a medberth. "I like her!" he says, gesturing with a rotor at Starlock. "She recognizes my genius. As for what happened to my arm, well, I'd think that'd be obviosu there Firsters, I rammed it into a wall because I needed a reason to come here."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid sighs. "Well. You didnt need to. You can come here without being hurt you know." he says, taking a look at this arm. "So um. You're here.Let me see whats going on with this ok?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl shrugs. "I don't mind," he says. "Wasn't any trouble at all. If you line up on a corner juuuuust right, and then get up to ramming speed, well, you can put a crack in the joint that looks damn near surgical!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Hey, I need some crude humor in my life, else I'd probably lose my brain module." Starlock would chuckle, as she pushed herself from her chair with a groan. "Well, hopefully you'll continue to like me, even after I give the normal medical chiding because, Please don't hurt yourself like thaaat." She' groan, coming over to assist Aid.

      She'd take a minute to take in the image of who Whirl was... He was like Shockwave, and oh god he was a rotary, where all Rotors crazy?! "Starlock, by the way." She'd add with a nod.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl phhhts. "If I started hating medics because they tried to stop me doing stupid, self-destructive things, well, I wouldn't have time to do the stupid self-destructive things, now would I?" He considers. "...and I think that would create a paradox.' He pauses, his optic shading to a half-moon. 'which is what you guys are. A pair of docs.' He giggles, the sound more a burst of static and fuzz than an actual laugh.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Yes, it causes you unnecessary pain and us unnecessary work. All and all its not good. Why do you do this to yourself, Whirl?" he asks. "Boredom?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's rotors twitch. He's not so far gone that he's going to start spinning them and risk hitting either medic. He's a whackjob and a bully and a thug but he's not a complete jerk. Maybe three-quarters of a jerk, sure, possibly as high as 85-92% jerk, but not a complete jerk. "Boredom?" he says. "Sure, why not? Let's go with that, boredom. I was bored, so I rammed my shoulder into a wall corner 'cause I was bored and this relieves some of the crushing, mind-destroying, ever-present self-loa..boredom I feel."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock just vents a sigh with half-shuttered optics, and goes to work in helping First Aid ensuring Whirl's arm wasn't /totally/ busted. She'd give First Aid a side glance, part of her wondering if they /really/ wanted to hear that, given what Whirl had just explained, she'd then glance to Whirl, looking up at him as he says that, ever quiet and staring, before returning to work.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is sitting in a medberth, having his self-inflicted shoulder wound tended to. "Ok, maybe it's just a radio thing. <Censored> <censored> <censored> in a little blue shuttle up a <redacted> flagpole."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid widens his optics. "Wow..." he says. "Maybe you guys can hit each other in the training room later. I'd join you but..thats a bad idea."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash stretches as she makes her way in, looking around the place and...just sort of staring at Whirl as the myriad of beeps pop out of his vocal emitters... "You should probably see a doctor about that... usually when I hear that many beeps that fast together it's because something's about to blow up." She then looks towards First Aid. "Right! I'm here! Uh...what did you need?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was laughing, but internally? She was groaning, because ooh, oooh how something was definitely about to be broken. "Ohhh how Ratchet and Sky Lynx would have words about this." She'd laugh

      She'd then turn to look at Nightlash. "Ah you've not been seen since Ibex, we've been worried about you, your not hurt are you?" She'd quickly start asking.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl beams. 'And before you ask, no, I don't kiss my progenitor with this mouth 'cause I don't have a mouth," he says. "Not any more, anyway. Not any <redacted> more!"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "What starlock said. You okay after Ibex? We wanted to make sure everythings allright with you." he turns to whirl. "Your arm doing any better?"

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash blinks at both First Aid and Starlock. "Ibex... Ibex...uh... what happened at Ibex?" She scratches the side of her head before shrugging and looking herself over. "I mean, I look alright? Guess I'm working as intended... flight controls were all five-by-five on preflights earlier and I didn't have any problems setting trim and cruising along..." She then frowns. "Still no drone, though..."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl rolls his arm, running it through a full range of motion. The damage was, thankfully, mostly superficial for all that he's talked it up. "Workin' good, Firsters!" he says. "Good job! You get a gold star!" He stays on the medberth and looks over at Nightlash, his head tilted to one side as he studies her. "...runaway drone, never coming back..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Ibex Central, when you suddenly started yelling at Darkstar...?" She'd question carefully, with a raised ridge. She'd then give Whirl something of a dirty look when he mentions the Drone like that, before sighing.

      "Would it be okay with you, if we ran a quick Diagnostic to ensure?" she'd ask politely, looking back to Nightlash.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash just sort of...stares at Whirl with a remarkably neutral expression, if one discounts the fact she's probably playing '100 ways to blow you up' in her mind... but she says nothing, just a soft chuff before her attention goes back to Starlock. "Yelling at Darkstar's fun... uh, and, I guess." She shrugs lightly. "Probably not going to find anything not already on my files, though..."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl has that effect on people. He has a punchable...everything. If he notices that he's specifically having this effect on Nightlash, he gives no sign of it. "Wrong way down a preselected flight path," he says/sings. "somethign something <deleted> <naughty word> never coming back..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "If your okay with it then, here, have a seat, better safe than sorry, ya know?" She'd smile, patting one of the empty berths on her way over, only for that smile to turn upside down as she looks back at Whirl and stared. "...I will magnetize that thing." She'd threaten, he optics looking down at the berth and then back up to Whirl.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash makes her way over to the indicated medberth and settles down into it, stretching a bit and picking up...well, it's something. Probably a laserscalpel or some other medical instrument...and just tosses it lightly towards Whirl to satisfy her own sense of 'I need to throw a thing'.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl catches the blade...in his chest. "...ow..." he says, looking down at the laserscalpel vibrating dart-like in the center of his chest. "...ten points to whoever the <obscenity> you are, then! That's a...that's a good shot, there! Ow..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would get Nightlash hooked up to the diagnostic equipment when she sees the scalpel go flying and.. Well, She stares, she stares for a long klik before this high pitched noise of horror comes from her voice box as she rushes over to try and remove the scalpel, and tend to the wound.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash just laughs at Whirl, finding probably as much amusement as the rotary is on the matter. Enough to make up for Starlock's lack of enthusiasm for great aim. "HAHAHAAA! Wow, I thought you'd at least, I dunno, try to duck or something...heheh...eh, that's good." She grins, then looks at the diagnostics screens like she even understands them.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's rotors bounce. "I did try to duck! Just...not well," he says, reaching for the scalpel with his claws and utterly failing to get a decent grip on it. '...frag..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would whack said claw as she worked to CAREFULLY remove the scalpel. "I've got it, don't move." Good thing about being a minibot? Smaller hands to work with. once she was sure it hadn't pierced anything vital, or he was going to bleed out from it, she'd carefully remove it from his chassis, venting a sigh, and starts working on sealing the wound.

      "Please do not throw the sharp medical equipment that can cut through armor metal." She'd state tartly to BOTH of them, before looking to Nightlash's diagnostic output briefly. "...The frag?" She'd state, noting the small fault signals... Once she had her hands free, and clear, she'd start running a deep diagnostic.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl yips, sounding more startled than anything as his claw is bipped. "Ma'am, yes ma'am, we will not throw the sharp medical equipment...can we throw the sharp non-medical equipment? Or blunt medical equipment? Is there like, a spreadsheet as to what medical equipment we can and cannot throw?"

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash holds up a drip-pan near the medberth as Whirl mentions throwing blunt things. "So...yeah, this is good, right?" She's otherwise oblivious to the whole diagnostic being run and goes so far as to /more gently lob/ the pan towards Whirl... hopefully it wasn't used.

"So...everything's normal, right?"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid sighs "Its not a good idea to throw anything in here ok? If you want to throw stuff you should do it in the training room." He shakes his head.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is bipped by the drip-pan but manages to scrabble-catch it before it hits the ground. "oohhhh, you are...no, no, not going to say 'feisty' -- last time I called a femme 'feisty' she damn near whatever-passes-for-gutting-among-us me. You, she to whom I hae not been introduced, are \*fun\*. I like you."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would give both flyers a deadpan look, and just shook her helm. "No ones throwin' anything in here! Alright?" She'd state as she finished tending to Whirl's scalpel wound. "Else I'm gonna get Ratchet in here, and then /no one/ is going to be happy." She'd nod matter of factly, hoping the threat of Ratchet would be enough to set them straight.

      She'd move to look at the diagnostic results and frowned, before catching sight of the lobbed drip-pan. "Oi!!" She'd snap, before just... giving up and sighing at them, was this how Crazy-flyers flirted? Had to be, least in her head.

      She'd pinch her nose bridge, before pulling the monitor over to point out the faults that had come up on it. "Nightlash, have you been shown these before..?" She'd carefully question.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash shrugs. "I mean, it's all a bunch of crazy numbers and pictures and really gets boring after a while, so I quit looking." She glances at it. "Last time was when Healthpoint ran one. She said there was something rattling around in there she couldn't touch... but that's the same thing the recovery team told me when they pulled me out of the Rust Seas." She shrugs.

And still no introductions, because who needs those anyway?

**Blurr has posed:**
    There is an abrupt whoosh and a blur of blue and white motion, just before Blurr seems to suddenly be standing in front of some of the cabinets used for medical supplies.

    More particularly, he's staring at the storage units where most medications were kept, as if he'd been planning on something but either decided against it or wasn't able to do it for some reason.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is behaving! Mostly! Not well! But still, behaving! "Medics like showing you things to tell you what you shouldn't do because, well, medics are Primus's buzzkillers." He doesn't seem to feel the need to provide or ask for an introduction -- then again, Starlock just provided him with Nightlash's name.

Blurr's sudden arrival makes Whirl's rotors rattle. "...hey, if you're grabbing goodies, don't forget to share!" he says. "I like the Polonium Pops, m'self."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock frowned. "Did they explain anything else, other then.. that?" She'd once more, ask hesitantly. Mentally going through the hoops to figure out how to explain this in a way nightlash could understand.

      She let out a Startled yelp as Blurr zipped in and.. Something, didn't.. feel right to her and she looked at where Blurr was standing, and her ridges knitted. "Blurr... What are.. you doing?" She'd ask pointing to over, partly informing Whirl who she just puts a hand up too.

**Nightlash has posed:**
"Well, at the time the Senate just told me I had to retire. No more flying scouting missions for them! Too much of a...uh, what was the word...liability. Something like that. So, they made me retire and I just...flew where I wanted to after that."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's optic narrows to a thin, almost unseen, slit. "Slag the Senate," he says with unexpected heat. "Slag them all, then reform them into a waste disposal, slag that, reformat it into a...a...something worse. Then slag that too."

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr quickly turns around when people notice him. "Nothing," he says quickly when Starlock questions him. "And none of your business, either." he adds. He frowns at Whirl. "That's...not what I was looking for."

**Starlock has posed:**
     They hadn't /told/ Nightlash what was wrong?! They just.. Starlock found her frame trembling with a rising anger. "..I-If your okay with them hearing, I can explain to you what is wrong.. It's.. very unfair for you to be like this and /not/ be told..." She'd state, glancing back to Nightlash, before looking back too Blurr, and took a deep vent, moving forward to him.

      "Is there anything I can help you with?" She'd ask, trying to follow his optics to were they where set on the storage cabinate. "Know nothing can be taken out of here without perscription or permission." She'd state in a bid to help him.

      Hearing Whirl's own heated cursing of the senate all but confirmed her suspicions on one thing... Still, Blurr needed her focus, despite the mounting stress.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash just sort of...peers curiously at Starlock. "Everything. Is. Normal.... right?" She narrows her optics. "Because that's what my systems are telling me... and I'm happy when everything is normal."

She looks at Whirl. "The Senate...is better off gone, yeah." She nods curtly, but then turns her gaze back to Starlock.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl shrugs. "It's what I'm looking for," he says. "And you can look for things faster than I can so, Polonium Pop me, fast-feets! Chop-chop!"

Whirl looks back over at Nightlash. 'See, I knew there was a reason I liked you, other than because you threw things at me!"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid just.. kinda stays back from the chaos that is whirl and nightlash. "Um.. glad they're um. Getting along. and nothings been thrown yet.'

**Blurr has posed:**
    When Starlock approaches, Blurr backpedals away from her slightly, as if recoiling. "Didn't you hear me the first time? I said -no-. It's nothing, and none of your business, either." he says, starting to sound indignant.

    Whirl is just...well, ignored.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock let out a grunt. "Yes.. well, /normal/ for you now, just.." she's at a loss how to go about this, and sighed, rubbing at her nose bridge, and gave Whirl a pointed look. "Whirl, No." She'd state simply with a flat look and then turned to Blurr, motioning for Aid to help her in handling these three.

      "...Are you sure?" She'd ask, tilting her head at him, giving a tired blink, her finials twitching slightly as she asked, as neutral as her voice sounded, there was a hint of worry, she was also keeping an optic on that medicine cabinet.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl won't be ignored! Well, actually he will be. Fortunately for all considered, Whirl will also be distracted. "It's just Whirl, actually," he says. "A lot of people think my full name is "Whirl, no" or "Whirl, stop it" or "Whirl, what in the name of Primus's Purple Patch Cord Are You Doing!?" but really? It's just Whirl."

**Nightlash has posed:**
And Starlock says everything is normal. Nightlash perks up, beaming pleasantly. "Good! Glad we agree." She starts unplugging the diagnostic machine and...really gives no care or regard to if it's even unplugged right, she just wants off the machine.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Now Blurr looks exasperated. "-Yes-, I am absolutely sure." he groans. "You know what, forget it. Why the slag am I even in here?" the speedster grumbles, turning to leave.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid rubs his head. "Wait. Blurr, did you need a diagnostic?" he asks going professional. "I um... things are weird but we can still work in here today."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl continues on his theme. "Now, some Decepticons, they think my name is "AUUUGH! WHIRL!" but that's ok, because you really should let a dying mech have their final wish, right? I mean, it's kind of cruel to correct the soon-to-be-dead..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock could only let out a long-suffering sigh at Whirl... Giving him a half-lidded look. Yep, this was her life now... She had her own Vortex to be responsible for. Sweet Primus end her now.

      She'd knit her ridges as Nightlash started unhooking herself. "Lash, wait Let Aid--" She'd just sigh again.

      She'd glance to Blurr simply giving a nod in understanding that he wasn't okay with speaking about whatever it was he'd come to do... She didn't like what she maybe of been suspecting but.. It's avoided, for now, and those cabinets now need locks... For two blue reasons.

**Nightlash has posed:**
"NOPE! IT'S ALL NORMAL!" She huffs, looking...aggitated, actually, at the persistence Starlock's putting into things... and in her rather rough manner of removing the machine, even accidentally tugs a bit too hard to send the diagnostic unit toppling precariously, enough that it's on the verge of falling over.

At least, it looked like an accident, right? ...probably was. She's not known for being gentle with stuff, after all.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's optic beams, shining like a beacon. "I've also been called "AIEEEE!!! I think that's a pretty name, don't you?" He clicks his claws together, snick-snick-snick-snick. "Aieeee! It's like a song, almost." He clicks some more. "'Aieee, aieee! Whirl is coming for me! Aiieee, aieee! I'd better flee...'"

**Blurr has posed:**
    "No." Blurr interrupts First Aid before he can even finish what he was trying to say, and is out the door before anyone else can tell him to 'wait'. Honestly, he hates that word. It's literally the worst word ever.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock frowned, was Nightlash really ignoring her medical health for.. Well it didn't surprise her, and she moved to try and prevent the EXPENSIVE medical equipment form being damaged, and just... Vented a sigh, her finials drooping as she went about trying to clean up the mess and get Lash properly unhooked.

      She'd raise a ridge at Whirl and just mouth the sentence: "The Frag?" before looking back over to First aid and Blurr... This all just wasn't going well.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash calms as soon as Starlock goes to start removing things instead of explaining things. Much better... She then looks at Whirl and chuckles softly. "I don't know what the Decepticons call me. I never really hear any names over the sound of the explosions."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl pauses in his composing of "The Ode to Whirl". "I'd be willing to bet it's soemthing like, "Oh, <redacted>" or maybe "OH! <RE-CENSORED-DACTED!>"! Depends how big your boom-booms are."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid 's jaw drops. He just..stares at Whirl. Just...stares. "Wow." he doesnt know what to say about that.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash looks at Whirl. "Oh! I can probably make one out of the machinery here, then we can see what everyone says! That sounds fun..." She smiles and looks around for...equipment she can use to make a something. Yeah, this is going well...

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl giggles. "<Re-cen-expletive-sored-dacted," he says. "Ohhh, that was filthy. I think I better wash my vocalizer out with degreaser for that..." He pauses, then looks over at Nightlash. "...wait. Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait! You. Can make bombs?" he says. "...like, real bombs? Like, explody go boom, cons die, everybody cheers kind of bombs?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock finds herself getting angry, her ridge twitches and she takes a deep vent. "No Lash." she'd grumble as she continued cleaning up, having just.. really given up with those in the repair bay, well cept Aid, but she was getting a growing helm ache. "Right.. your Both set to go if you wish to take this elsewhere."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash laughs. "YEAH! I totally can! I used to make my own missiles before they let me use the armory here." She beams at Whirl, confirming his questions about her techno-booming know-how.

Oh, wait, did Starlock say something? "Eh...fine, I mean, we kinda need all this stuff anway, don't we." She waves around at the medical equipment. "I'll just pull one of the old ones I made out of the armory or First Aid's room. Think I hid one there... maybe. Or maybe it was...hrm. Actually... I kinda...forgot where I put that one... eh, it'll show up eventually."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl ooohs. "...I definitely like you," he says. "Ohhh yes, indeed!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock made her way over to the computer, and pulled up one of two medical files and started updating them both with a huff. "Lash, shouldn't leave bombs in other peoples rooms, just plain rude." She'd nod.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl holds up a claw. "Counerpoint," he says. 'You \*should\* leave bombs in some peoples' rooms! Megatron's, for example. Or Soundwave. Or Shockwave. Or, well, any member of the Purple Grumpy Face Club, really. Heck, leave two bombs. They might find the first and you don't want to ruin the surprise, right?"