1323/Our Brand of Dumb

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth stumbles into the medical bay, Scrapper and Valour being rushed in on gournies by the other medics, and Goth was (Stubbornly) walking in by his own strength, holding the gapping, leaking wound that Sky Lynx created that was made worse by the melt caused by Prowl's prophex grenades, but he's alive and Online! And it looks like he has gore from both Scrapper and Valour in his fur and his pede and wing claws.

      "...Well.. That definitely, sucked." he murmured, going for his normal berth as the nurses got Scrapepr and Valour on the medical berths, to work to get them stable.

**Dustoff has posed:**
The medbay is indeed ready to go and everything is as it should be when dealing with casualties coming in. Dustoff just sort of sighs, shaking his head a bit as he watches the group...

"Well...ain't th' worst..." He grumbles and hands Goth some coolant packs and the fire supressant system for some self-care while he moves to take care of the other two in getting them stabilized. "Prowl again?"

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper was set on fire by Prowl and mauled by Sky Lynx. That's all you really need to know, the imagination will come up with more gruesome images than I could ever describe in words.

**Valour has posed:**
    Corporal 'Doesn't Know When to Retreat' Valour lays on his medical berth, looking even worse off than usual following a losing fight. This time he's been melted, raked by massive dragon claws, blown up, AND crash-landed following said missile strike. I mean, that's him all over. He lies unmoving, body broken but spark strong, too brave and dumb to die.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gives a thankful nod to Dustoff, letting out a pained, but relieved whimper as he started to put out the fire. He'd first Gesture to the overall fire damage to the three, and specifically, Valour. "Prowl..." He'd then gesture to Scrapper, and then the large wound in his own frame. "Sky Lynx." He'd sigh.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff sets to work as he hears Prowl's name... and then Lynx's name gets thrown into the mix and he just...blinks. "Huh...they went all in, didn't they..." He lets out a slow exhale and just mutters. "Whelp...guess they're really goin' on th' offensive now, aren't they..." He turns his attention to Valour and just gets the mech stabilized first and foremost. Scrapper'll be next in line...

**Scrapper has posed:**
Take your time, Scrapper isn't going anywhere. Seriously. Even if he did want to move, he doesn't have a proper leg to stand on.

**Valour has posed:**
    Valour lays still as he's patched up enough where his life is no longer in imminent danger. He remains unconscious, his mind elsewhere. In his dreams, he stands before cheering crowds in the Forge, as Great Protector Megatron names him new Air Commander....

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff mmmhms... he just keeps doing his work and finally leaves Valour to sort of...recover a bit from the initial run of work done to him. With that settled, the Doc just turns his attention to Scrapper, setting to work doing much the same... "Honestly...ain't sure I got th' parts to put you all back together proper... might have to borrow some hook-arm or somethin' at this rate."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nods, cringing towards Dustoff in pain in agreeance. "It.. was not accounted for, and went as poorly as we look, I managed to pull out these two and ordered the rest of the troops out..." he'd report and laid down with a groan of pain, and pointed over to Valour.

      "That one.. /that one/ is bad as Darkstar." He'd groan out a chuckle at Dustoff. "Careful may make Hook Jealous .."

**Scrapper has posed:**
It might the word hook being mentioned, or it might just be random coincidence but that's when Scrapper groans a bit. "Please, Hook is already jealous enough as it is."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff mmmhms. "Well, I think 'Tex has laid claim to all th' knife-fingers...so...uh, can't give ya those." He chuckles softly and works on getting Scrapper stabilized... and with that, he's moving over to Goth. "Right...let's get you put together a bit... then I gotta start reassembling these two fully." He grumbles.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckles again at the two. "...Well our plan went well Scrapper, however... Sky Lynx happened." he'd say in echustino, before looking up at Dustoff, giving him a light nod. "Apologize for the mess." He'd add on, before laying still for him. "hmph.. Suppose this means, doing the report falls on me." He'd murmur to himself. "Thank you.." He says to Dustoff without issue.

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Sky Lynx was the huge kink in an otherwise strong strategy," Scrapper agrees. Shifts a little so he's not laying on something damaged while waiting for Dustoff to finish with others. Not that he has much options when it comes to not hurting yet. "But!" Scrapper tries to do a dramatic finger thrust, but winces and puts his arm back down. "We know what defense format the Autobots are using -- makes sense really considering the terrain -- but that's besides the point. The airbase is above the ground, while the 'special thing' we need to look for is likely not. It may even be underground again. We have a good chance to lurk about the Plateau even if not in control of the region."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff mutters. "Lynx...pain in the aft, if nothin' else." He mutters and gets himself all settled up on working, just going quiet a moment before a thought hits. "Special thing?" The words seem to register a moment later. "What special thing?"

**Goth has posed:**
     "Hmm?" Goth gave pause and thought it over a moment before letting out an "Ah!" of realization. "Right! Actually, Scrapper, the bunker is actually located just on the outskirts of the place, Ravage found it while out, I also noticed said bunker while flying us back." He'd muse, before looking back to Dustoff.

      "That blasted Mimic." He'd state with a nod.

**Scrapper has posed:**
"He was smart enough to not go too deep into the territory then. Good for him, and for us." With that Scrapper manages a weak chuckle before shifting over onto one side. "Right... just gonna rest up while the welds mend then..."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff ahs... "Mimic. Right." He exhales softly and takes his time to get Goth back up to proper form before stepping back, just sort of taking a moment to look things over... "Just...give things a bit of rest, yeah?" He looks back at the others and mutters, grabbing the parts carts and wheeling them over to get the mechs properly reassembled. "Yeeep, rest is a good thing... makes it easier t' work..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nods, watching Dustoff. "Rest.. Rest does sound like a pleasant suggestion." He'd huff, he was store from carrying /two/ heavy bots through the air, so his arms where worn a bit but nothing serious. Before Dustoff goes, Goth would set himself up and kissed the bots cheek before giving a smile and plonking back down in exhaustion. "..I shall do the report once I am coherent enough to do so." He'd reassure.