1101/Convince Me Not

**Starlock has posed:**
     Upon entering the Halo suit, anyone who enters will be greeted by a few things, blaring loud Cybertroninan equivalent or rock music, with the lyrics playing:

      Every step it seems has led us further from our goal instead.
      Our triumphs haven't mattered.

      We're drifting ever backward.
      And we're running out of time.
      Nowhere near the finish line.

      And Starlock heavily focused in a active battle simulation with a few drones... Starlock slides across the room with a purple streak of light from her active pede boosters as she keeps her new electrically charged stave tightly gripped in her hand as she goes to lunge at one of the drones.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet walks in to that very scene... and has to pause for a moment in the doorway to the training room. He watches for several seconds, wincing a little as the femme misses her strike, but soon walks over to the simulation controls. He doesn't bother calling out to her, just switches the thing off mid training. "Starlock, we need to talk." He calls out, simply walking back off to the side.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock lets out a string of curses as she misses, recovering quickly to attempt to take another jab at it, only for A, it to go off, and B, to hear Ratchet's voices, causing any retorts she had from escaping and looked to Ratchet, standing up propper and relaxing, leaning on her stave as the simulated damage starts undoing itself, as well as resetting the drone.

      "Sure, Whats up?" She'd ask, panting a little as her cooling systems kick in and slight trails of steam come off her armor, before walking over to him, and pausing her music on the little radio she'd brought in.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet doesn't mince words, he flat out says, "I am leaving delataran."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "...." Starlock just looks at him with a face unsurprised, and contemplation. "...Honestly? If it wasn't for the fact /you/ were there, I'd left the second I could, after I found out about Pharma's involvement with the thinning plague." She'd state. She'd tap her chin in thought.

      "...Only reason i am staying now is because I need access to the building to move freely and collect information." She'd then cross her arms, tapping her pede in thought. "Though without you there that does make it easier for them to try and stop me." She looked to be mauling it over.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet continues, "I'm leaving," He states, "and want you to join me in the Autobot Medical Division." A second for her to process, "It likely wouldn't be as well funded or equipped as Deltaran but I would be in charge and we would be independent from the administration." The 'and Pharma' is left implied. "I want you to take some time to think about it, though. Really make sure it could be something you want."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looked at him, and slowly, ever slowly her ridge raised before she placed her free hand on her hip platting, and state without hesitation. "Yes, I'll come with you." There was no need for him to try and convince her. "There is a reason I spoke up the /second/ I saw that notice Jazz posted up." She'd smile.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet probably should have expected her to be amongst the first to follow him. They've been together in this whole mess, after all. "I would suggest saving your notification to the administration until the last moment." As a subtle frag you? Surely not. He just wants to make sure she has time to really think it through.

**Starlock has posed:**
     A grin grew on Starlock's face at that, and even chuckled. "Honestly, the less power Pharma has over me, and the better ability I have to help others and do my job.. Furthermore, I can also offer the the fact I can help with keeping equipment in check, not to mention you've seen my managing of the repair by inventory." She'd smile, there was also the fact she kept it clean but ahh details.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet nods, "I will let command know you are planning on joining us then. Thank you, Starlock. I'm hoping we can do alot more good amongst the 'bots."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Of course." She'd smile softly. "This is.. I admit, a bit of a relife, sure things will probably have a rough start but.. The further I'm away from the institute, the happier i'll be, and I'm more happy to help, and in the right way." She'd nod.

      "I'm sure Aid will quickly follow behind us, I've.. sorta clued him in, in some this because I couldn't handle the medbay alone, but since the mess with Blurr, he's been.. angry, very angry, and very much wants Pharma punished for this." She'd add, glancing away.

**Ratchet has posed:**
"First Aid is my second recruitment." Ratchet confirms, "I'm not going to lie. I'm hoping I can steal the ward's brightest from under their noses, because all of you deserve better than whats going on there." Ratchet steps away, "I'll leave you to the training then, be sure to confirm with command that you're going to be joining the medical division too."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock grinned again. "If you can get Healthpoint and I have a sneaking suspicion if you clue him in, Rung, as well, may have a couple more." She'd chuckle, and give him a two finger salute and a half-bow. "Will do, and thank you..." She'd stop a moment in thought as she started the music once more and started the simulation back up.

      And it's growing even clear.
      That a reckoning is near.
      And we'll have to make a choice..
      Is this path right?
      Or is it made of lies?
      We've looking in ourselves
      And trusting in the light.
      A miracle is all we need, but there isn't one in sight.

      "...You also deserve a whole lot better too, don't forget that." She'd nod as she walked back out onto the training field and pulled out her stave once more and lunged at the near drone.