1186/No Such Justice

Cast of Characters: | Starlock, 130, Whirl, 138

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was sat in the chair she normally took up when in the barracks, the view screen on and playing the news, which has a frown etched on Starlock's face, but.. She isn't paying it to much mind, trying to relax as she quietly wrote on a datapad, a stylus also in hand as she worked.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl stalks out of his room, head bobbing about as he looks around. Spotting the news playing on a viewscreen, he heads in that direction, pausing only to stop off at the drinks dispenser for a morning pick me up.

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
Hoist walks into the Barracks from the other direction, from the main base. As he's wiping his hands off with a cleaning rag he likely just finished a shift in medbay. Somebot's got to help pick up the slack for Ratchet's departure and Pharma... well, the news is already covering that.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's finials twitch when she hears pedes and looks up, nodding to both Whirl and Hoist. "Hey Whirl, Hoist... been a while since I seen you around, Hoist." She'd say with a very tired tone and smile, her new stave was leaned against the chair she was sitting on.

      "How are you two doing this Solar-Cycle?"

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
The best Hoist can really do is shrug his shoulders sympathetically. "I'm sure you're aware why I've been busy with multiple shifts, lass." He figures that's a sensative subject and best left to the droning in the background on the viewer. As such he does chuckle softly as he tosses the rag over one arm. "Never let it be said I'm a mech afraid of some extra hard work though!"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grunts as he hears the news that Pharma's been reassigned. "...must be nice to get reassigned instead of actually punished," he mutters. "Must be \*real\* nice."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades makes his way immediately over to the fuel dispensers as he comes in. For the moment not seeming to acknowledge anyone in the room. Grabbing a mug he fills it up and takes a quick swig. Anyone looking can tell the mech has either been in the training room or had a tussle in the streets while out on patrol.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Eheh I really don't think anyone can, you're pretty good with the tech side of things." She'd grin tiredly, and then Whirl speaks and the most annoyed huff comes from her.

      "Don't even get me /started/ Whirl, propper justice is delivered my left aft cheek." She'd vent angrily, sitting back roughly in her chair, continuing to write on the datapad. "After all that stellar-cycles worth of fragging work... Just glad Ratchet got a number of us in the new medical division here.."

      She'd nod to Blades as he comes in.

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
Hoist watchs Blades with a note of concern. "Be careful not to charge too quickly, Blades." Though it probably falls on deaf audials. So he shrugs a little again and turns back to the others and shakes his head some. "I can't even pretend to understand, so I'll just stick to working on cleaning up in the aftermath."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl snorts. 'Sarge, you should know by now, ain't no such thing as justice," he says. 'If there was, well..." Whirl trails off, as it occurs to him that if there were justice, he might not still be running around. "Pharma got away with it 'cause he's a golden boy."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
"Don't worry, Hoist, I'll be careful. Just needed that quick little burst.", Blades replies to the mech. Looking to Starlock and Whirl he listens but doesn't comment as he nods back to the femme.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Well, It's pretty much over, so I can talk about what the smelt happened with Scum-lord there." She'd hiss, jerking her thumb to the view screen as it remains on the clip of Pharma. She'd then vent at Whirl. "...Glyph and I tried.." She'd mumble, keeping writing, her finials drooping "...Well, least Ratchet doesn't trust him anymore... Prime knows he's dirty to, so those are wins.." She'd think.

      "...And he's not going to be able to stop me from documenting and telling the truth." She'd nod as she kept writing, a hint of bitter, stubbornness in her vocalizer. She'd glance up then back down. "Alright there Blades? Look a 'lil rough."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl makes noncommittal noises to Starlock, pausing to unscrew his refueling port and attempt to pour his fuel ration into his tank. He manages it with only a bit of spillage down his side. "Slaggit," he mutters, wiping ineffectually at the spill before resealing his port. "...guess we could call him being gone as a win, but he's still alive, yeah? He could come back. Or worse, he could end up torturing people out where there's nobody to keep an eye on him."

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
Hoist reachs over to pat Starlock on the shoulder. "This is a war, even if this time it was a fight amongst our own rather than the Decepticons. Even the small victories count for something moving forward." Followed by a nod in agreement. "Yes, definately do that. Document everything you and Glyph know, so there can't be claims of no evidence shou--" He pauses as Whirl chimes in "-- Something like that happen, yes."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades looks down at his frame taking note of his condition, "Broke up a few fights while on patrol when passing the border. Not Decepticons just a few thugs hassling good folk. Things seem little hectic with Rodion taken."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "I only believe in death if someone is so unrepentant about what they've done, they cannot be rehabilitated, and that at that point, it's much more merciful to end their lives then to just have them locked in a box for a million years." She'd vent, glancing up at Hoist, and then over to whirl, and held out a clean rag form her subspace to him.

      "....But I do think he needs locked up, where he couldn't do /exactly/ what you say Whirl... After all Greymatter, Gallo, and Quartz, those he was manipulating, were all killed.. So why does he get to get off so easy?" She'd vent. "Going to ensure everything is kept is written down, and documented, only reason we did get as far as we did is because I forced my databanks to keep everything fresh." She'd state vaguely.

      She'd look up at Blades. "Want me to take a look at the damage?" She'd offer, getting ready to reach over to grab her stave.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's claws clack together, the beat off just a bit. "Should be, but he isn't," Whirl says. "He had connections, powerful friends who could make sure he didn't end up getting what he deserved. The more things change, the more they stay the same, unfortunately. If you've got folks who can protect you, you can do pretty much whatever you want."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades listens to the others before looking to Whirl, "Your right but doesn't mean things can't change. I mean Optimus is different than Nominus and better than Zeta. Do miss Sentinel but the current Prime is doing his best." Turning to Starlock he says, "Know better than to not take a medics. Know Aid would keep asking. Speaking of which, how you think he's handling being Ratchets second?"

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
Hoist says, "No bot better he could be working with, if you ask me."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grunts. "Optimus is...better than most of the past Primes," he says, albeit a bit grudgingly. "He's better than Sentinel was, though that's damning Optimus with faint praise, considering how much of a fragging null-signal glitch-running slaghead Sentienl was."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would set her datapad and stylus down and gripped herstave, leaning a bit heavily on it as she made her way over to start looking over the damage to Blades's frame. "..That does need to change." She'd state to whirl with a nod as she moved.

      "It takes /a lot/ of work and effort, Unfortunately though, change takes a lot of time, which also ebbs away at people's hopes and motivation to attempt to work to such, and leaves them in a state of perpetual hopelessness and depression which destroys any motivation and hope they would of used to try." She'd vent.

      Turning away from that rather depressing note, she'd smile at Blades "Heh, want the long version or the short version? She'd ask Blades tiredly.

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
Hoist rubs the side of his helm with one hand as the conversation gets even more depression. "Well, yes.. nasty circle that is. But we're not here to let that get us down and give up!" Pause. "Or we wouldn't be here at all would we?" He hmms, turning a bit to the side to stroke the chin of his mouthplate. "Not nearly as good at this witty repitoire as Trailbreaker is..."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades shrugs at Whirl but doesn't comment as he looks to Starlock, "Whichever version you think is best. Know the mech is good at his job just needs a push every now and then."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckles. "That's a good way to put it, Hoist." She'd smile with a glance over her pauldron as she looks over Blades's damage.

      "Aid thinks I'd be better for the job, and is honestly confused why he was picked, and feels he is going going to let people down, but I told him it was fine, he's good at his work, he's not a unethical person, and he's not Pharma, so I'd be happy working under him, and that I was happy for him, and that the only reason he should feel like he's unfit, is because he ligimittly thinks he is unfit for the job." She'd smile.

      "I think he's doing fine, he's definitely trying, and just needs some time to settle into the roll, after he does? I think he'll soar." She'd chuckle and nod sagely.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's antennae flick back and forth. "The kid's more ready than he thinks he is," he says. 'He needs to get outside his own head; quit second-guessing himself." He grunts, shifting from foot to foot, claws clicking.

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
Hoist mmhmms. "And that he has doubts in himself isn't a bad thing, as long as he doesn't let them get the better of him. They're what keep him humble, and approachable. He's 'one of us' and doesn't have an ego to get in the way of his work."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
"And theres something we all can agree with." , Blades chuckles as he listens to the others, "The doubts can stay, he just needs a shot or two of confidence. Which is what all here can give him."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Aye-Aye to that." She'd say in response to Hoist, with a chuckle. "Aids a good kid, and definitely going to do a lot of good..." She'd hem. "Speaking of I still need to kick Darkstar in the crankcase for calling him similar to megatron." She'd state dryly and a bit venomously, before huffing.

      She'd step away after finishing tending to Blades wounds. "There we are... and um.. can I ask a very weird question?"

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
Hoist scratchs the side of his helm again. "Seekers are aerocraft, Starlock. I don't know if they -have- a crankcase."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's shifting stops and he blinks his optic. "...yeah, coolcool," he says. "I'ma head out, 'cause I need to not be here right now. Feelin' kinda itchy. Gonna go...not be here."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades checks the repairs before picking his mug back up. Taking a drink he places it back down on the table saying, "No doubt she'll find something similar." He raises a optic he focuses on Starlock, " Depends what you mean by weird. "

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would throw her hands up and look back at Hoist in a rather animated and dramatic fashion. "Don't care Hoist! I'll kick him so hard where it hurts he'll feel like he has one!" She'd pout at him, pretty much echoing what Blades said, only in a more dramatic fashion, before breaking into a snort filled laugh.

      She'd take a vent to calm herself and nodded to Whirl, before looking back at Blades and.. Vents a sigh, and takes her stave in hand once more to lean on it. "...Uhhh... I'm not sure how to hanle the fact that Aid... Has a crush on me." She'd puff her cheeks.

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
"But they don--" Hoist stops. "--Wait, is this like when Sideswipe says he's going to aim for the ball bearings but not literally a beari... Oooooh." At least he realizes when he was interpreting something too literally.

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades laughs with Starlock, "Hah now thats the right attitude." He chuckles a bit more only stopping as the femme mentions that the other Protectobot has a crush. The mech ponders a bit before saying, "Well uh, hmm." Scratching his chin he adds, " That is a doozy, so heres one back. How do you feel bout him? "

**Starlock has posed:**
     Yes!" Starlock says with a dramatic point to Hoist with a grin. "Also Darkstar is some kinda... spacer, gets real mad when you call 'em a shuttle." She'd nod, before looking back to Blades and sighs.

      "...I think he's nice, and I want to keep him as a friend, and I need to figure out how to tell him no and that I'm not ready as gently as possible without doing damage because I'm..." She'd knit her ridges and cringe, looking away, nd vented a sigh "I am not a good person, nor the healthiest person to be around, I have a lot of things I lie about and keep hidden because if people knew them, they would treat me differently, not to mention I'm /way/ older than him." She'd murmur, rubbing at the back of her helm.

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
Hoist ahems softly into a fist. "Don't just out and say you have secrets lass, that'll make mechs all the more curious."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades vents a sigh of his own as he listens to Starlock, "Going to respect and not pry into any of that. Least wanting to ask me on it proves you care. Almost wish Streetwise or Groove was here." He ponders a bit before saying, "Not sure how you can easily let him down. I mean he could understand you just wanting to be friends. Hmm."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock snorted and chuckled at Hoist, but gave him a grateful smile. "Unfortunately, I also know if I pretend I don't, It will just blow the heck up in my face." She'd smile weakly.

      She'd look back at Blades and nodded in understanding and thanks. "Guess maybe I'm just overthinking it then." She'd rub at the back of her helm. "I don't do emotions well, pretty disconnected from my own so.." She'd nod. "Getting another opinion like that helps." She'd smile.

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
Hoist just shrugs and folds his arms. "It might seem like a tricky matter to approach, but you're good enough friends to get the point across without hurting any feelings, I'd hope."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
"First Aid is a good mech and he'll understand if you talk to him as you always have, as a friend.", Blades replies to Starlock before nodding to Hoist, "Exactly as Hoist just put it. No doubt you can find a way since you have worked with him for some time."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock listened to them both, crossing her arms with her stave entwined in her fingers, and nodded. "Alright, thank you both." She'd smile. "I second guess myself alot, so, again, hearing from outside opinions does help." She'd grin.

      She'd then make her way back over to her seat and picked her datapad back up, starting on her writing once more, setting her stave to the side and picking her stylus back up, and glanced over at the news on the view screen.

      "..Thank you also, it's.. nice having people to talk to about these kinda dumb things, and I don't.." she'd spin her wrist. "Talk a lot." She'd huff.

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
Hoist would smile if he had a mouth visible. "That's what we're here for lass."

**Blades (138) has posed:**
Blades nods, "Your welcome, Starlock. Glad to be of some help." He looks to the view screen before looking around, "Used to it with folks around here. Anyway catch you later if you want to talk more. Gonna head to my room."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gave blades a two finger salute in departure. "Be sure to take it easy, least let those wounds settle a bit." She'd smile tiredly. "...I guess, not everyone around here is.. bad as I expected." she'd chuckle to herself softly with a huff.