1136/A Solar-Cycle in the Medbay

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was silently in the middle of having her wrists deep in a patient, doing repairs with some energon sprayed on her face plate, but her look was one of a rather neutral focus then anything, seemingly unphased by it, as the radio behind her played familiar, loud, fast paced music. She was silently mouthing the lyrics as she worked, and ultimately if anyone came in, she wouldn't see them immediately, or acknowledge their presence.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid is also with one of his own patients, in the middle of busy repair bay work. The patient is resting and in repair and recharge mode while he checks the vitals and makes some adjustments. He bobs his head to some internal song, just enjoying the ebb and flow of work.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch is fulfilling his newly assigned role away from the field. Oh, how he hates it, oh how he vows never to hesitate on the field of battle again. He wipes away the energon from Starlock's faceplate and looks to First Aid, should either medic require assistance. To say he's humiliated is putting it lightly, but he's felt occassional bursts of compassion and friendliness, which confound him.

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
The doors (no, not the normal ones, but rather those big ones off to the side typically reserved for shuttlecraft and Sky Lynxes) open up to the medbay and...well, the shuttlecraft known as Sky Lynx makes his way in. Carefully stepping through, he settles himself into his...usual spot, getting himself comfortable and just taking stock of who all is present within the Bay itself, proferring a nod of greeting to one and all alike. "Well, greetings to you all. I trust everything is going well?"

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch can't be bothered to speak--but he nevertheless hears himself say something to the giant Sky Lynx, "Hey man," he says, sounding subdued, "Things are going," he replies.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid looks to Quickswitch. "Oh hello. What brings you here?" he then looks over to Sky Lynx. "Hello, Sky Lynx. YOu need anything" he asks. "Yeah, just the normal work. You guys doing ok?" he asks, as he cleans energon off his hands, sterilizing the area.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Thank you." starlock would mumble in acknowledgment as she kept her focus. Her finials twitch up on hearing those familiar large doors as she looks over, a moment of concern before a smile forms and nods to Lynx. "Ehhh know how my life's been going." She'd state with a smile kitted ridges, before looking back down to work on her patient.

      "When I'm done here, I'll get to you Lynx, Unless everything is alright?" She'd ask, not looking up from her work, almost echoing First Aid, and she chuckles. "Ahh right, you Don't know aid, may want to check the orders board, Latest from Jazz." she'd explain.

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
"Of course, of course... no need to rush on my behalf. All is well," he offers up, primarily to address all things at once really. "I'm merely here for some post-flight work. Stellar flight can be quite...stressful on certain components, and while all is green across the board system-wise, it never hurts to just have things checked out."

He then turns to look at Quickswitch. "How is the work in the medbay treating you, out of curiosity? The team here's quite accomodating, I've found..."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
"Oh.." Quickswitch says in a quiet voice, "You didn't read the report..?" he asks, immediately descending into a bitter ranting, "I'm to assist you medics for the next few cycles, until such time as Command sees fit! On account of my inexplicable behavior in the field. Hesitating!"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid tilts his head. "Sorry, I've been working non-stop." He says. "Hesitating hmm? Well. I hope its not too much a punishment for you." He says with a frown. "Not that it should be. This patient is stable, you want to help me sterilize tools? I could show you how to do it right."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch smolders, "Yeah, sure. All right," the angry sixchanger heads over to First Aid for instruction.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid frowns "If you don't want to thats okay. You can just sit on the sideline." he says "I dont want to force anyone into this. It can get real hectic in here and we can't have people here who dont want to be here."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
"...Command has charged me to do this..." the assault unit answers, "...It is not a matter of choice."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nodded in agreement with Sky Lynx. "Been doing well yourself Lynx? been missing hearing your tales." She'd grin, yes, she was /that/ kind of crazy, the kind capable of sitting through Sky Lynx's stories.

      Starlock would give a slight role of the optics when Switch started ranting but, she said nothing and kept about her work methodically, biting her tongue, before taking a vent to relax. "Almost done here anyway, poor Mech here ended up with a number of torn and destroyed fuel lines because that Energon vampire." She'd state.

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
Sky Lynx watches the exchange between First Aid and Quickswitch a moment before looking towards Starlock. "Mmm... I've plenty to share yet..." He grunts and then looks back at the one being worked on before giving a slow, soft vent and turning his focus on the agrieved assault mech.

"Quickswitch...would you have done differently if you were in a Command position and someone under your chain of command performed as you did? It's a sincere question on my part."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch's mind lit with a frenzy of opinions. He struggled. "I--It--I would have them /brigged,/" the hate filled sixchanger spat. The assault unit amended, "...Shot." then, at last, a quiet voice, "Working in the medbay isn't so bad. I think it's reasonable, and I would assign it to anyone under my command who acted as I did."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "So the question is.. why did you do it?" he asks as he works. "YOu can sit over there a while. Im gooing to work on that cleaning alone ok?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's ridges knitted, clearly a bit uncomfortable as Quickswitch spoke, but she did take note of the quieter voice. She'd start closing up the Mech she was working on, and moved to clean her energon covered hands, move the dirtied tools to where the rest were sat for cleaning, as well as cleaning up what was smeared across the patient.

      "Right then." She'd state once done, sterilizing her hands once more and getting a stray of clean tools, and moved her way over to Lynx. "Where do you need me to start?" She'd smile up at him and then glanced back to Aid. "Speaking of Aid, how have you been doing?"

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
Sky Lynx lets out a slow vent. "Instead of punishment, Quickswitch, view it as an opportunity. One thing that is absolutely beneficial in any combat situation is field care. In both First Aid and Starlock, you've an invaluable opportunity to pick up new skillsets that can be leveraged to better your capabilities out there in the war we're in. Rest assured, were it my division, I'd rotate everyone I had into the medbay to pick up some practical knowledge."

He looks at First Aid. "And...yes, that's also a fair question... take the moment to reflect a bit. Perhaps there is something to be sorted out, and ...if you need help, you can always ask."

His attention turns to Starlock and he considers. "Really, outter plating could use a once-over, then possibly hydraulic and flight systems. The former is prone to impacts with orbital and interstellar debris while the latter can, at times, simply just...collect dust."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
The assault unit puzzles at Sky Lynx. 'leverage new skills?' by being 'rotated into the medical bay?' It understood only one thing. Battle in the field. Quickswitch spoke to First Aid, voice still confused, "Why did I..?" he tries to continue, "..I came upon Sixshot in the field. Yes, the legendary warrior. Before the war, he was my mentor and I, his student. We were kin. Like..like father and son. I couldn't attack him. Not at first.. we're two of a kind.."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid tilts his head. "Tired but allright. Thats the way it is around here. Repair bay shouldn't be a punishment. If you dont want to work here you shouldnt be here." He says. "This is a hard job what we do in here. If you don't want to do it, it should never be forced." he says. "Sixshot hmm? So what happened?"

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Wrath fills Quickswitch suddenly. He says gruffly, muted, "I encountered him. I hesitated. I engaged him, too late." he sounds angry, ready to smash his fists against the medical berth, but he doesn't, "No, no. I'm assigned here, so here I am. No big deal." he says to First Aid, "Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it." He comes across as mild and contented.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gave a smile hearing Sky Lynx, and nodded softly in agreement, and gave him a soft nod, activating her magstripe on her pedes and started climbing up Sky Lynx to get to work. "...Lynx does give really good advice." she'd add, giving Sky Lynx another soft smile, given she was speaking from experience.

      She'd start work on attending to Lynx's platting, keeping her opinion to herself at the moment. "Seeing all the injuries, death, and all the other gruesome things of War, success and failure, is hard enough on the mind as is.. " She'd add, nodding. "Don't push yourself, or be afraid to excuse yourself if you need." She'd state to Switch, before letting out a hem at his explanation, as she carefully looked over Lynx's platting.

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
Sky Lynx just...sort of nods a bit at Quickswitch's response and reaction to everything, but...doesn't elaborate much further, leaving it to the other mech to really decipher things. He's got a Starlock climbing around! He facilitates by holding still as best he can manage, just sort of watching the small femme moving about. "Really, I'm not expecting too much, but...you should see what smaller fragments orbiting Cybertron can really do when they impact something. It...can be quite unsettling. Armor plating can hold most of it at bay with some pitting, though." He grunts.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes his head. "Naa, its okay Quickswitch. I dont care what command says. You gotta want it to do what we do or it'll eat you alive."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would click on her tightbeam to First aid with a few gentle words, before giving an affirmative nod. "Impacting something at high speeds, and being super heated and all that fun extra terrestrial stuff." She'd chuckle in agreement, she very much could talk space! "Don't want you getting burned out there or anything." She'd smile.

      "...Ehh I'd not go as far as say that I don't care what command says, but given your not exactly certified or trained in medical practices, I'm okay with you standing by the sidelines and observing as well, it wouldn't be violating the orders...Smelt, some of us medics and doctors need to step away and just.. cry and break down, because we couldn't save someone or just... There are bad days." She'd explain.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "I guess. Maybe.. I dont know. The idea that being a nurse, something people study for a while to be as a punishment.. isnt a good thing."

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
Sky Lynx mmhms. "Quite... days vary, and some are better than others. Hopefully we can, in the end, be rid of the bad and overwhelmed by the good, though." He gives a soft chuckle before looking at First Aid. "I would also imagine that, in all fairness, being able to apply self-aid to one's self in a fight can be...beneficial for extending the engagement and pushing a potential advantage."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nodded in agreement. "Naw, I can understand that Aid." She'd state as she worked on the platting, and nodded at Lynx's words, giving him a tired smile. "Hopefully.. By the way, been taking your words to spark, Lynx, it's definitely been helping." that smile twitching up a bit to show her denta.

      "Yep" she'd nod, moving to the next. "I've actually applied it to myself on the field, and kept myself going to be able to keep others going, like, out at Ibex when Sixshot, Soundwave, Onslaught, and that big frag-off tank were shooting at us, and Ratchet and I were their number-one targets." She'd glance back to her still partly singed armor.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "I understand that. If he wishes to learn, this is a good place for it."

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
Sky Lynx vents softly and just sort of settles in as Starlock does the inspection, a glance going to the medic. "Have you now? Well, that's good to hear... I'm glad it could be of help." He then glances at First Aid. "One cannot...force things upon another, you're quite right about that. Still, consequences are consequences..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nodded in at Aid. "..I'm glad too.. It's.. really helped." she'd chuckle, as she kept moving around. "That, That I am veery much willing to help with." She'd stop in thought a moment. "Honestly have had times I've wanted to hold some classes about basic emergency care on the field." She'd explain, spinning a told as she did.

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
Sky Lynx ohs? "Could be useful, especially if this conflict continues on as long as it potentially could..." He grunts softly and glances about the medbay. "Should probably requisition some supplies and equipment for the same inevitability... plan ahead. Better to have and not need than need and not have. Besides, even if we do invest in that sort of capability and the war ends sooner rather than later...being able to tend to the denizens of Cybertron is greatly beneficial for one and all."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Knowing even the basics is good in the field, since it can stop potintaly much worse." She'd nod and looked around the medical bay at the equipment that was there, and nodded once more. "It is an idea."

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
Sky Lynx nods a bit. "Indeed, indeed...." He finishes glancing about and then looks back at Starlock. "So...everything look like it can just be polished out? I can't imagine it's too bad... no alarms went off on my end, at least."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nodded to Lynx. "Yeah, looks like it odda be simple enough, let me check your hydraulic and flight systems quickly, see if they don't need dusted out, might as well do it together, that way nothing catches fire on entry or exit." She'd smile, moving to lift a hatch.

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
Sky Lynx nods. "Of course, of course..." He opens the various access panels to the lead and lag edges of the flight control surfaces and rests for a bit. "Fairly, I've never experienced that problem. However I can say it's not so much fire I'm worried about, it's the notion that friction could cause a seal to fail critically at the wrong time, or cause a system to not be quite so precise as it ought to be."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nodded again. "Just all bad all around." She'd chuckle as she went about, checking each one for dust and debris, if she did find anything she'd be quick to clean it out, thinking to herself, before bringing up suddenly.

      "Know, if you told me back in my youth, that I'd be a medic and doctor for space bots, I'd probably of stared at you like you were crazy." She'd chuckle. "....Or any of the stuff I've been doing." She'd take a vent, silently thinking to herself more, thoughts starting to build up.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz enters. He looks around for a bit and after finding that Quickswitch is still here he says lightly, "What's going on in here bots?"

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
Sky Lynx looks towards Jazz. "Just a normal post-flight check on critical systems is all. Nothing too severe in the slightest." He gives a curt nod before looking back at Starlock. "If I told you I'd be going from explorer to combatant...I'd have called you a bit crazy as well. Strange things happen, and often times it's never what was expected..." He chuckles softly.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was up on Sky Lynx, working on cleaning out one of his hatches, and by all means, has space dust on her face plate, she'd give Jazz a two finger salute in greeting before looking back down to her work. "Hey Jazz.. And what he said." She'd chirp, jerking her thumb back to Sky Lynx's sound, sounding fairly relaxed.

      She'd then chuckle at Sky Lynx. "True, ooh so very true.. Still.. bit surprised how far I've come." She'd grin back at Lynx, she'd then blink and look to Jazz. "Oh, ah, what brings you here, sir?" She'd ask, her finials twitching upward.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz smirks a little, "I cam down to make sure that Quickswitch was being put to work. Exhuastively, I trust that you and the crew have been making his life difficult?"

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
Sky Lynx hmms. "To be fair..." He glances about. "I'm not sure Quickswitch will get out of this what was intended..." He shakes his head slowly, mindfull all the while to not jostle things around while Starlock works. "And to the point of the medical staff, it can be...dangerous to have someone who is both undesiring and untrained in the medical bay at times..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock glanced to Lynx, and then to Jazz, and puffed a cheek plate. "Well, been showing him how to properly clean and sterilize, the medical bay and tools for work." She'd state, starting to clean the dust from her face plate. "mostly ensuring he's doing things that won't violate medical protocol, and keeps him out from underpede when criticals come in." She'd nod to Lynx in agreement.

      "However what you told me, is being achieved." She'd say, as she closed up Lynx's hatch and went to work finishing with his platting. "Almost done, Lynx."

**Jazz has posed:**
"He will and the Medical Bay will both be fine," Jazz asserts.

"And maybe he will learn something about medicine and maybe...just maybe how to follow instructions."

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
"One could hope... we shall see." There's a chuckle on Lynx's part as he glances back at Starlock again. "Ah, wonderful... thank you for the work as always." He stretches a bit in place just to gets a few of his own hydraulic systems out and gives a slight nod of approval.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Once she's sure nothing is going to come unsealed or pop off, and is given the okay, she'd nod and give Sky Lynx a thumbs up, and disengage her maglocks and skate her way down Sky Lynx's tail, tools in hand.

      "I mean, Ratchet is very convincing, even without his wrenches." She'd nod sagely.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz chuckles, "Just how I planned it," he glances at Starlock. "Are you all patched up?"

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
Sky Lynx stands and gives his systems a more thorough run-through as soon as Starlock is clear and glances at the nearest computer. "Mmmm...well, Starlock, thank you again. As ever, I'm not disappointed in the service." He gives a nod. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've a few things to tend to... I trust you will all be well."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gave Lynx a smile and a nod. "I try to be." she'd smile softly, speaking of such she'd look to Jazz and nodded. "Yeah, and I got Ratchet seen to and patched up, /before/ he started putting together a search and rescue team for Nightlash." She'd add with a nod...

      She'd then let out a huff, her ridges knitting as the whole situation that lead up to that starts flooding her processors. "First Aid's been a help in it all, Think i'd been overwhelmed without him." She'd rub at the back of her helm.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz moves towards the door and grabs a chart looking it over, "We haven't found Nightlash yet?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl enters the repair bay, his head bobbing, claws clacking, chicken legs strutting. He notices the crowd and hesitates. "...ok, if this is an intervention, can we not? I had one the last time I was brigged, I don't need another one for a couple cycles."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Not yet, Ratchet's working on it, s'lil hard given she cloaked out, so..." She'd knit her ridges and cringe. "Hard when we don't have someone who can detect through that." She'd sigh. "Aid's also volunteered to go looking for her once Ratchet's ready." She'd nod. She'd then glance down, like she was looking for something, and then she looks over to See Whirl.

      "Hey Whirl, and no, No one's doing an intervention, unless your refusing repair, then I'll just megantaize the medical berth." She'd state dryly, partly joking..... She's done it to Quickswitch.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz shakes his head and rubs his temples, "Looks like Nightlash is going to need a little talking to as well," under his breath hs says 'slag'. Turning his attention to Whirl he begins to speak but Starlock beats him to it.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's antennae flatten back against the sides of his head at the mention of magnetizing medical bays, then spring back up. "Looking for who?" he asks. "Who's missing? The Decepticons have something to do with it? Or we got someone gone AWOL? I was pretty good at hunting folks down back in the day. I can help." He blinks his optic. 'Wait, wait, wait, Nightlash is missing? Since when? Why? Where was she last seen? I \*like\* her! She makes me look normal! We gotta find her!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Ratchet's getting a group together to go lookin' for her." She'd explain with a nod. "...There uh.. Was an incident at Ibex." She'd state, glancing up at Jazz, wondering just how much she was allowed to state. "And not a full Stellar-cycle yet." she'd report with an nod. Raising a slight ridge at Whirl mentioning he likes her, and she makes him look normal and.. Well her mouth moves but there's no words.

      "I'm sure Ratchet would like the help." She'd nod.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz gives Starlock a curt nod, meaning you have said enough.

"I glad that you like her Whirl, if you see Nightlash before I do let her know that she is long over do for a nice long chat with me," he says that very casually.

"And it will be useful for Ratchet to have someone along that can defend them."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's antenna flick up and down, warily. "...If I see her, I'll pass the message along that you're wanting to talk t'her," he says. "...can't guarentee that'll bring her running to meet up with you but, I'll pass it on. As for protecting the search party, lemme know when and where and I'll be happy t'kick aft and leave the name taking for someone who cares about that slag."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's finials twitched up and gave Jazz a slight nod in understanding. She'd then glance to Whirl and chuckled. " Thank you Whirl, it's appreciated." She'd nod.

      "By the way, was there something you needed? I imagine you don't like coming in here without reason?" She'd ask, tilting her helm at Whirl, bringing her hands in front of her.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz nods, "Thank You."

He puts the chart back where he got it from and leans against the wall. This is after all the Medical Bay, he's not hte boss here.

He looks towards Whirl.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl shrugs, his claws clacking together. "My hands hurt," he says. "Like they always do. Figured I maybe could get something to block the pain. Won't work forever but just enough so's I can recharge, maybe get some rest."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock frowned and moved over to one of the berths, and gestured for him to come over. "Let me have a look...I'll see what I can do." She'd pull a small tool tray over. "Is the pain inhibitor that Aid installed not working?" She'd ask with a raised ridge.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz didn't know or hear anything about this.

"It's chronic?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl shrugs. "It helped for a while but it's not working now," he says. "All it's doing is makin' me clumsy." He flinches, then looks at Jazz. "...it comes and goes," he says. "Latest theory I heard from a clinic doc was that it's residual pain left over from neural wires that are dying off. All I know is, it sucks and I hate it."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock hems. "May come disconnected, happens in fights, again I'll see if I can't fix it." She'd smile pleasantly and gently patted the berth.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz adds, "You don't need to go to the clinic any longer. We have established a repair bay here. This way you can be monitored more efficiently."

He turns to Starlock, "Are you able to 'fix' it?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl shifts from foot to foot. "I'd rather stand up," he says. "I don't like medberths. Y'know, reasons." He fidgets further. "I'll hold still. I don't need to be magnetized to anything."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Sort of, not completely, what the senate did with Empurata is.. It wasn't kind to their victims." She'd huff, as she inhibited Whirl's pain sensors, and then went to work popping open the platting that made up his "claw" hand. "Should hear the rants Ratchet has 'bout all that." She'd huff as she studied the wiring, and what was going on down there, looking for the inhibitors Aid had installed.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz points to the med berth, "Doctor says sit, you sit. No one is going to magnetize it," he turns to Starlock. "Right?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grunts. "Yeahhhh, I'm kinda aware about the Senate and empurata, an' Ratchet don't know the half of it," he says, moving to sit. "Fine, but I'm not laying down."

 Inside, the inhibitors are all present and correct, doing a rather efficient job of distracting the surplus wires that weren't properly neutralized when Whirl's hands were removed to make way for his claws. Here and there, evidence of improperly rewired connections can be seen as well as a few places where neural wiring has tried to regenerate itself, as if to circumvent missing parts. "...it's my hands that hurt," Whirl says. "My claws...they're as good as they ever are, but my hands..." He sighs. "I can still feel them."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Long as he's not going to run off while i have his hands open, he'll...You'll? be fine, can't tell you the number of times I've had patients just suddenly up and run off when I got their chassis open and I'm too small to grab 'em." She'd huff. A clear hint of irritation in her voice as.. Yeah, thats happened /way/ too often for her liking. She gave Whirl a thankful nod.

      Starlock then stops, going still for a moment as her optics narrow, and her face actually darkens in disgust at seeing the /hack job/ that had been done, were they /purposefully/ trying to make him suffer. Starlock's fingers and upper lip twitches for a moment in a rare display of seething anger, before she takes a shake vent to calm herself.

      "This is.. going to take a bit to correct, but I'll do what I can to circumvent the pain for now, and.. I believe that is called 'Phantom Limb' syndrome." She'd state as she slowly worked to try and help him.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz nods, "Well, I'll see what I can find out about what has been done to him. Either way, I have to head back to the office and get a few things done. Keep up the good work. Both of you."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grunts. '...sitting right here, can hear you both," he mutters, peevishly. "I can stay still for a pretty long time. Just...no magnets."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was actually in front of Whirl, working in his hands slowly. "Thank you sir, will do." She'd nod, continuing her work, becoming rather set and focused as she worked with the wires. "....I'm sorry I didn't look in here sooner." She'd state softly to Whirl as she worked. "Been suffering needlessly." her voice was soft as she worked.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl shrugs. "S'okay, you've been busy," he says. "Not like this just started. IT's been going on for...hell, since always. It's a feature of the procedure, nto a bug."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "It's not okay." She'd huff, a almost teary glare at him before she looked back down, her em field was... Well, it was a mix of warmth from her being angry, and trying to offer a gentle atmosphere around them as she worked... Sadness, guilt.. The more negative feels she was starting to pull more to her frame.

      "It's wrong, and it's cruel, suffering like this is just.. evil, pure evil." She'd frown as she kept working. "Please..If you're ever in this bad of state, say something, Ratchet, Aid, and I will be more than happy to try and help you."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl shifts, but keeps his arm still. "...yeahhhhh, well...that's the Senate for you. They weren't good people. I should know, I worked for 'em." He leaves the implication that this means he's not good people unspoken. "And...I will. Firsters has been trying. Kid's a good 'un. Ratchet...haven't talked to him but I figure he's been busy with real problems, y'know?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "...Still turned out better than them." she'd state after a moment of silence. "...Yeah, aid is, he just... needs to be a little more confident, maybe a little more experience, and I'm sure he'll be standing on the same level as Ratchet and.. bleh, Pharma." She'd knit her ridges, though it was clear she didn't see herself on the same level as them.

      "...Ratchet's the type to put everyone else before himself, trust me, he's my mentor, and I've had to have him sit down where I could tend to him." She'd huff lightly with a smile. "....Their both really good bots, and doctors."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl nods. "Yeah, Ratchet's got a good rep,' he says. "Good hands too. I mean, he's no watchmaker but he's still good."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Heh.. Yeah" She went quiet, mostly due to her focus, but there was... something else she was burying deep in her EM field... Perhaps described as a longing? to be like Aid and Ratchet but, it was squashed out as she kept her optics focused, and worked to correct what she could with Whirl's hands.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl holds still, genuinely, authentically still, as Starlock works. His head tilts up, focused on the ceiling. "...you guys should put viewscreens up there," he says. 'you could play movies or datatracks or something, so's people had something to look at."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would glance up momentarily, then back down. "I mean we do have the radio but.. It is a thought... Might help in people feeling less restless too." She'd muse... She was going to be there a number of cycles, working to correct the damage she could, but she'd commited the second she saw what was going on.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl makes a committal noise. "Having something to focus on, it helps," he says. "If you want, I can lay down. Just...no magnets, okay? I might drift off, get some sleep but you won't need the magnets."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would nod. "Yeah, that.. sounds like a good idea, and don't worry, I won't, I normally only do that when I think someone's gonna' jump away when I have them wide open." She'd smile softly. "Just don't tell the others though, might lose what little effect I have in keeping patients in line." she'd chuckle with a wink.

      "I'd throw wrenches like Ratchet but.. Ahh that feels like copying~ May just start whacking people with datapads instead." she'd snort as she kept going.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl hehs, leaning back and stretching out. "..your secret's safe with me," he says. "You could try shootin' 'em. Wtih like, paint balls or soemthign."