1237/Springs and Stars

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was sitting at her desk, working away as she kept an optic on the patients form the siege the other solar-cycle.. Music softly playing from her near radio, she hummed along, trying not to sing along, and possibly disturb those resting.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer's optics power on and his systems start running internal diagnostics as he struggles to sit up. He gingerly touches his recently repaired helmet. "Anybody get the number of the tank that ran over me?" he quips, scanning the room with a smile. "Uh, did the room get all spinny and the floor jump up earlier this mega-cycle, or was it just me?

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looked up, and pushed herself up from her seat to come and look over Springer, and gently push him back down. "Thaaat was just you... Still just is you." She'd quip, taking note of what he says. "How are you feeling right now?... Also /don't/ get up, probably gonna' fall on ya' faceplate."

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer lays back down as instructed, not fighting Starlock's push. "Weak, but OK. You do good work. I can't even tell I was recently stabbed right through the chest." He grins. "You know, as a swordsmech, I very much prefer doing the stabbing than getting stabbed." He looks around from his place on the bed. "Was my sword recovered?" he asks. "More importantly, did we get all the wounded out?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Once down, Starlock would engage the mag-locks.. Buut allow his arms to move about. "I'm unsure about your sword, I think?" She'd state, tapping her chin, before looking back. "And yes, you and Roadbuster got everyone you could out." She'd smile softly. "Both did good." She'd say simply.

      "And good, should be that way, else I'm not doing my job right." She'd say with a grin, looking at his diagnostic vitals.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer grunts and suddenly lays back further as he's maglocked to the bed. "Hey hey hey!" he says. "I like restraints as much as the next bot, but is that absolutely necessary? I have reports to make and the like." He looks around from where he lay, trying to find his missing sword. He remembers picking it up... but he doesn't fully remember collapsing in the medbay.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Can do it laying down." She'd state firmly, as she went over to her desk, before bringing back over a datapad, and held it out to him. "Don't want you jumping up and getting hurt is all." She'd vent.

      "Need to be sure you heal before you go running off, Prowl and Blurr are bad enough about that." She'd nod, clearly paying no mind to his joke about restraints.

**Springer has posed:**
    "Like I would do that," Springer scoffs, mindful of the fact Starlock probably has access to records of the dozen or so times he's done just that. Instead he takes the datapad and holds it up over his face so he can see it as he lays flat on his back. "This is Springer," he begins, "Held prisoner in medbay by Starlock. Send help." He looks over at Starlock and smirks.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock stared down at Springer, her optic ridge lifting up ward as she gave him a definite gaze, before a smarmy, impish smile grew on her face. "Let it be known, that today, Springer admitted to being a lil' glitch." She'd say, challengingly.

**Springer has posed:**
    "I'll have you know I'm a massive, powerful glitch, thank you very much," Springer laughs, erasing that report and starting another one. "This is Springer," he starts again, trying hard not to smirk and failing. "Earlier this mega-cycle the Decepticons attacked our defenses in Ibex. Prowl led the defense and Roadbuster took on Megatron personally (and most impressively, I might add), but sadly the battle was lost."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckled, and stayed there as she checked over everything, soon removing the energon drip from his fuel lines, and rolled away the EG-drip, before coming back and checking the diagnostic once more and vented, remaining quite to allow him to work... She.. Well, she still was missing paint from where Ravage and Sixshot had downed her not long ago.

**Springer has posed:**
    "We evac'd out the wounded and remaining personnel," Springer continues, still talking to the datapad. "I've been repaired and should we ready for when we retake the city. Until then I will await further orders. Springer out." He thumbs off the recorder and hits send before lowering the pad. "There. Now, when's the party?" he jokes. "And can I get a little more energon? I still feel weak. Don't want to be a little glitch," he smirks.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckled once more and thought a moment, lowering the mag lock to let him sit up, she'd move over to one of the cabinets and bring him an energon cube to drink.

      "Here we go.. No party, sadly.. but Uh.. kinda planning maybe a big trip to maccs, with a number of Autobots in a few solar-cycles." She'd state, glancing away in thought, her smile fading into a frown. "Things have been slag around here of late, and a lot of people are pretty down.." She'd explain.

      "Kinda.. Hoping that a night out could help cheer 'em up a bit, vain of an attempt it maybe." She'd shrug, glancing away, clearly not secure in her own ideas.

**Springer has posed:**
    "That sounds like a great idea!" Springer replies encouragingly. "Think I'll be cleared to drink by then? My stories are a lot more entertaining when I'm drunk. And you're drunk. And everyone's drunk," he grins. He carefully sits up, accepting the energon cube and sipping it carefully as his systems recalibrate.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Probably, juuust don't over do it." She'd warn. "That and drunk karaoke is going on" she'd chuckle, keeping an optic on him, a frown still on her face as she's lost in thought.

      "...Just want something to go right for once, and not have such a horrible outcome as a result." She'd vent, clearly talking to herself.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer raises a recently repaired optic ridge, having obviously overheard her private comment. "Hey!" he calls out, trying to get her attention. "Some things do turn out. I'm alive, right? From my perspective, at least, I consider that a positive outcome, especially considering the alternative." Springer polishes off the energon cube and sets it aside.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock glanced over and chuckled. "Yeah... Yeah that's true, victories like that should matter, just.." She'd glance down at her datapad, and the writing project she had, documenting the whole Thinning Plage mess with Pharma.

      "...Fight, come back injured, get repaired, fight, come back injured, get repaired... something awful happens we fix it, but it's a bittersweet victory because it's not totally fixed, or someone gets away.."

      She'd kick at the floor tiles, her finials drooping, clearly more bothering her, but she'd said enough.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer hops to his feet and approaches the much smaller medic. He crouches down to be more at optic level. "Hey - it might seem like a grind, but we're keeping the enemy at bay. If we stop fighting, Megatron takes over, and then it gets beyond bad. It won't be much longer now before we defeat him forever. The people are behind us. It's inevitable."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looked over at him, giving him the sliight stink optic from being up off the berth, but.. For now, she allows it, and vents. "Thanks Springer.. And I know... I'm just.. " She'd sigh.

      "It's going to sound conceited, but I feel like I'm alone in trying to keep people's hopes up with prime off the planet and..." Her pauldrons sink and hangs her helm. "I'm being dumb, and rambling." She'd murmur, rubbing at her temples.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer reaches out to gently touch Starlock's arm. "Hey," he says quietly. "It's OK. Prowl's a great strategist, but he's not exactly Commander Morale," Springer understates. "It's up to all of us to keep things going in the absence of the Prime." He lightly pats Starlock's upper arm. "If it matters at all, I'm on your side. If duty allows, I'll be right there, living it up and helping you bring some light back to all this darkness."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looked right at Springer at the mention of Prowl not being Commander Morale. "That's an understatement." She'd say tartly with half-shuttered optics... But she listens, and nods. "I'd appreciate it." She'd smile weakly.

      "I'm not.. good, with people, so.." She'd laugh. "Well big groups, individually though? I think I do pretty good." She'd nod. "So trying to do something like this is a large undertaking."

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer grins, straightening up. "Well, great! I'm good with crowds - it getting to know me that causes the problems," he jokes. He resists the urge to slap Starlock on the back affectionately, since they would probably send her headfirst into a wall. "Again, as long as trouble doesn't break out between now and then, I'll be there to help." He smiles. "Did you say karaoke? Because you haven't heard my singing voice... per Tyrest Accord Order #9920, paragraph 19," Springer chuckles.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckled and watched him, he was definitely more a people person then she was. "Ooof, careful don't make this harmonexian cringe too hard if you are /that/ out of practice." She'd quip.

      She'd knit her ridges and cringe, glancing away when he mentions the Tyrest Accord, and took a vent through her denta. "Yeaah don't bring up the tyrest Accord to anyone, PHarma violated that big time." she'd cringe.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer's optics widen even as he frowns, his joke having the opposite of its intended effect. "Sorry," he mutters, looking away.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Iiits okay.. Thats.. just been a sore spot for me." She'd smile, and move over to his berth once more. "Sides, I don't think anyone else has really been told what happened." She'd explain. "So I don't fault you." She'd nod. "Should get back on your berth though." She'd point and grin.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer sighs and returns to his berth. "Are you sure? I feel fine. And I need to go acquire some new missiles. The Decepticons didn't seem to appreciate my generous donation." He hops up on the medbed and lays back, crossing his massive arms behind his head.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Yeees, least till I'm sure your not gonna keel over or something, sides, given how active and alert you are, should only be a couple of cycles." She'd move and toss the view-screen remote to him. "Can watch the view screen to help pass the time though, better then my music selection." She'd grin.

**Springer has posed:**
Springer accepts the remote and lays back. "Sure! Great! I'd see if there were any sports on, but you know... Ibex..." He flashes her a smirk and then lays back, assuming the role of the good little patient.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock ehhs. "I don't think there been any races since Blast Off took all regions of Ibex to begin with." She'd frown... Geez what exactly was on, that wasn't some kind of horrific blood sport?

      "...Thank you again Springer." She'd say once more, sitting back at her desk.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer lays on his back in his berth, fully repaired and recharged. Someone gave him the remote, so the medbay viewscreen is constantly flip, flip, flip, flipping channel to channel as Springer looks for something interesting to watch. There's the power of rank: to irritate everyone else in the medlab who just wants him to stop and watch one thing - anything, at this point.

**Juris has posed:**
Well, maybe everyone in the medbay irritated by Springer's incessant channel flipping will be relieved when the female rotary enters with a datapad for inventory check. Now that the chaos has died down, the ex-district attorney has resumed her duties.

 She nods at Springer in greeting, but doesn't say anything to him, instead, heads straight for Starlock's desk. "I assume now is a better time."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looked up from her computer and nodded, getting up to let Juris into the store room. "Yeah, everyone's resting now, and no ones at risk of dying from not being treated." She'd chuckle. "Sorry about that." She'd say on instinct... She'd glance over at Springer, wonder now if he was just teasing everyone else.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer glances over at Juris as she enters the medbay. Did he try to flirt with her earlier and pass out? ... nah. That would have been LETHALLY embarrassing. Couldn't have happened. Just in case, though, Springer turns his attention to the TV and earnestly pretends to watch a gripping safety video recorded by Ultra Magnus.

**Juris has posed:**
Juris inclines her helm. "Well that's just illogical," she states blandly, "you can't expect control the outcome of a skirmish."

 She follows the junior medic over to the storage closet, and begins the inventory check.

 She notices the video Springer is watching and regards the triple changer with very mild, dry amusement. "Don't you have all safety protocols memorized, Commander?" she asks.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer glances back over ever so casually. "What? Oh, this? Well, you can never be TOO careful, you know. That's my guiding principle: Safety first. And explosions," he adds. "Safely, and explosions. And punching, quite often, to be honest." He moves up to one elbow on the medberth. "How's inventory going? Gripping excitement?" he asks.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would stop a moment, not unsure why she had apologized... Why /had/ she apologized? "right, right... Sorry, I think.. I just do that out of habit, to be polite." She'd nod, before looking to Springer. "Says the guy that was flirting when bleeding out." Starlock quips with an amused grin at Springer.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer's optics widen as his smile freezes on his face. You can practically see the steel skin of his face redden as it heats up internally from embarrassment. He clears his vocalizer. "Ahem. Ah, yes. Um... that was very inappropriate, and I apologize," he says humbly.

**Juris has posed:**
"You should stop doing that," Juris says a bit brusquely to Starlock, "in fact, if you're prudent enough, you won't ever have to apologize." She gives Springer a pointed look, and then closes the storage closet she was checking and moves onto the next one.

 "Hardly," she says to the green commander, "but I prefer it that way. And you never actually answered my question."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckles. "See Springer, you don't need to fear me because I'll hurt you or anything, You need to fear me cause I'll gladly remind you of the dumb-scrap you do when you /don't/ let me tend to your wounds and your loopy form energon-loss, which I'm sure is /worse/ then Ratchet throwing one his wrenches at cha'." She'd grin.

      She'd then look to Juris and tilt her helm, and raises a ridge. ".....I guess.. Still, I rather apologize when I am wrong, least I end up causing unneeded..." She'd pause, looking for a polite word. "Stress... " She'd groan. "Hot Rod and Blurr are bad enough."

**Springer has posed:**
Springer blinks his optics apologetically. "I'm sorry," he repeats. "What was the question?" he asks with a rueful smile.

**Juris has posed:**
"Then don't be wrong," Juris says, continuing her inventory check.

She regards Springer quietly, then sighs. "Well. I was asking you to affirm my assumption about you memorizing all safety protocol. But when you cited a statement that's in direction contradiction to column A, section 10, row twenty, to not engage in combat unless provoked or given direct orders to.. " She shrugs.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Now that's just unrealistic." She'd chuckle, clearly not put off, but nods, and thinks as she moves back to her desk. "...Hey Juris.." She'd say softly. "Did I..Ever thank you?" She'd ask, looking back over.

**Springer has posed:**
Springer smirks. "Yeah. I was kidding about that." He uses the remote to simply turn the viewcreen off. "I was just diverting since I was embarrassed about my actions earlier," he admits. "I usually use Magnus's lectures as good times to defrag my harddrives," he further admits. He quiets as Starlock asks Juris a question.

**Juris has posed:**
"No use delaying the truth," she says, "if you knew I knew, why didn't you just apologize immediately?" she says a bit absently, still continuing her inventory checks. The datapad beeps and she finally stows it, turning to face the young medic.

 "It's unnecessary," she says coldly, then steps over to the berth where Springer is lying. "I have to admit, I'm a bit shocked," she says without emotion,"A Wrecker, embarrassed. Inconceivable."

**Springer has posed:**
    "Well, to be honest, I was hoping maybe I just imagined the whole thing," Springer laughs. "And you can also trust that being a Wrecker has plenty of embarrassing moments, as I'm quickly learning," he smirks.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock tilts her helm a bit confused, but goes silent, letting the two talk, she'd hem, and look to the paper work she'd been working on, but remained on keeping her audials open... A slight smile forming on her face as she worked.

**Juris has posed:**
"..." That seems to hit a pain point for Juris, but she doesn't show it, save for lack of words and her expression growing distant for a nanoklik.

 "It doesn't have to be that way," she says frankly to the other helicopter. "Maybe you should try to exhibit more self control."

 She glances over at Starlock, yearning for a subject change, so she says to the medic. "I was doing my job."

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer smirks and he replies, "And let me ask you to trust me again that you're not the first to suggest that. Let's just say that I'm a work in progress." He glances at the berth where Roadbuster lies recovering. "Let's just say, though, that joining the Wreckers really hasn't helped in that regard."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock glances up and quirks a ridge, but nods. "...Still, Thank you.. I'd.. definitely gotten in over my helm, and it all could of ended /badly/ if it weren't for you and Glyph helping me." She'd nod. "And that should be acknowledged." She'd vent with a smile.

      She'd knit her ridges thinking, mostly back to Glyph and... What happened in the training sims, she'd shake her helm, trying to shake it off.

**Juris has posed:**
"Fine," Juris says, "I'll accept that." A pause. "But you know, you don't have to cave to the Wrecker stereotype either," she says. "Perhaps you'd be more efficient if you didn't."

 The female rotary gives Starlock an unreadable look. "Glyph did most of the heavy lifting in regards to the matter with Pharma," she says, "I just enabled him."

**Springer has posed:**
Springer twists his face into a frown, but nods. "True," he says seriously. "I'll keep that in mind." 'Mech, she must have been a fierce attorney,' he thinks to himself.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Fairly, he enabled himself." She'd state tartly, clearly bitter, she does glance back to Juris and frowns though. "...You did everything you could." She'd nod.

**Juris has posed:**
Naturally. She didn't end up as Rodion's district attorney for nothing. She gives Springer a mildly smug look, satisfied that she'd gotten him to admit that self control could be a good thing. "I'll hold you to that," she says, "assuming you're well enough to spar within the next cycle or so."

 "You shouldn't have any regrets," she tells Starlock, "the authorities did what was necessary, and he's no longer able to access the resources he had before. Like it or not, he's still an excellent surgeon, and the Autobots cannot afford to be short one."

**Springer has posed:**
Springer looks surprised at Juris's comment. "You're on!" he says with a smile. "For now, though, I'd better rest... it sounds like I'm going to have the Pit of a challenge on my hands." Smiling at the thought, Springer lays back on his berth and powers down for the night.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock grunts, but she doesn't argue, her finials droop though.... She'd look up from her computer and grinned, chuckled a little. "I think you might have just encouraged him, I hope ya' know what you are doing." She'd say to Juris with a smile.

**Juris has posed:**
"That's a hasty conclusion," Juris says flatly, "if you're expecting me to be the Autobot morale doctor, well you're sadly very mistaken."

The femme notices Springer's pleased expression as he powers down for a recharge. She seems rather uncomfortable with how quickly he seemed to take to her, but she isn't about to verbalize her discomfort, instead, she turns on her heel and exits the medbay, without saying goodbye.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock flinches as her quip about Springer is.. taken the wrong way. She quickly shuts up and sinks in her seat, and doesn't say anything more, and allows Juris to leave... Once she knows everyone is powered down for the night, and no one is coming in, she'd slink off to break room, to sob to herself.