1306/Familiarity Breeds Contempt

Cast of Characters: | Blurr, First Aid, Healthpoint, Starlock, 140

**Blurr has posed:**
    Starlock and the other medical staff at the Decagon had received a memo earlier in the solar cycle that a new recruit would be joining them later on for training. Apparently this individual was a fairly experienced medical technician, but they were to show him how things were done around here.

    As for Blurr, he still remains clamped to the circuit slab since Healthpoint had activated the restraints the other day. Still not a word from him either, though he is looking rather tense.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Stalrock was always early to the medical bay, but now, it had become even more normal for her since becoming the XO of medical, going over charts, and making sure everything was moving smoothly, doing round, etc... She'd spot Blurr's discomfort and huffed, no sign of the newbie yet...

      She'd take a moment to meander her way over to Blurr and tilted her helm. "How are you doing?" She'd ask, keeping a calm tone, trying to give him some comfort after.. whatever the heck happened that one lunar-cycle.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid comes in, checking on the patients. He pulls out a scanner by Blurr's side. "Good cycle, Blurr. How are you feeling?" he asks in concern.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint wanders in about this time, wondering who this new recruit is. She salutes Starlock and First Aid, and even Blurr before she makes her way over. "Hello Blurr, Starlock, First Aid. Has there been any improvement?" she says, then looks around. "...and where is the new recruit?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr just stares desperately up at First Aid and Starlock as they come over to check on him, a pained look on his face. First Aid's scans show that his systems are making some progress in flushing out the foreign substance, though it is a slow and steady process. He'd been given dampeners for the pain given how sensitive the signal inputs are, but as with many drugs, they appear to have worn off faster than expected.

    As if on cue, shortly after Healthpoint asks that question, an Operations recruiter named Zipline comes in with the new recruit...

    ...who just happens to be Triage.

    Yes, Pharma's former lackey, it seems. Zipline escorts him over to the group, beaming. "Hello Ensign Starlock. Ultra Magnus has placed you in charge of showing Triage how we do things done around here."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Stalrock stares.. Starlock stares for a long, long minute at Triage... Oh, oh how she wanted to just click on her comunlink and /yell/ for Jazz, Ultra Magnus, or Prowl for an explanation into what the name of all that is holy, right and saccrad, into what the ever loving frag they were thinking! But no.. no, that was wrong...

      Those around her can probably /hear/ her fuel pressure increasing.. and her cooling systems clicking on as she brings her hand up to pinch her nose bridge, and take in a long, deep vent, getting up triages records and what orders maybe on there, trying to keep a steady hand.

      "...Right then." She finally says. "Triage.. Welcome to the medical bay.." she says trying to keep a calm voice.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid backs from Triage a bit. He doesnt trust this one in the least bit. "Yes. Welcome to medical." He says, continuing his scans.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint turns as the door opens...and seems to freeze, like someone hit her with a nul-ray. Her right hand trembles, then both hands clench into fists. And unlike Starlock, she does much more than stare. "What in Primus' name is he doing here?! No wait, what is he doing -here- instead of in the brig?!" she exclaims.

      It is unclear if Triage remembers her, but Healthpoint sure remembers him from the day she was cold constructed, a secret about her that very few know. She doesn't just stare, she glares. And a moment later her sword-sized scalpel blade deploys from above her wrist. "There is no way I'm letting someone who was Pharma's assistant in making that plague and in...other projects...do -anything- in here! Just what is going on here?!"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Zipline's optics widen as Healthpoint flips out. "Hey, hey calm down, now." he urges, stepping between her and Triage. But Triage sort of politely pushes him aside. "It's all right, Zipline. She has good reason to be upset. But there's no need to worry, I've changed." he assures them. "With Pharma gone, I don't have to take orders from him any more. In fact, Deltaran didn't want me to go with him in order to prevent him from using me."

    He nods toward Starlock and First Aid. "Thank you. I'm looking forward to working with you all." he says, smiling. Well he -sounds- sincere.

    Zipline nods emphatically. "Yes, yes he has changed, that's why he's here and not at Deltaran any more. So, why don't you start by walking him through what you're doing right now? It's important that he understands our protocols and standard operating procedures." he says quickly. "So um, yeah. I'll leave you all to it." With that, the recruiter leaves, rather eager to get away from the tense situation.

    Once he's gone, Triage peers at the monitors around Blurr's circuit slab. "Well what do you know, I've worked with -him- before." he says cheerfully. He glances at Blurr's distraught expression, then points at some of the readings. "Looks like your pain dampeners are low, might wanna try upping the dose. Or maybe try a blend, he tends to be unpredictable when it comes to drugs."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes his head, tyring to sound diplomatic. "Well, Im glad to be working with you too, Triage. As long as we don't have a situation like we had before, right?" he sayas, his voice steady.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Aaand Healthpoint is the one to /burst/ the bubble of high pressure anxiety and stress! "Everyone, calm your processors." She says sternly, her own stress and anxiety seeping through... She listens to both Zipline and Triage but.. squints, she isn't /totally/ going to trust him right off the bat, past history considered, but she did have to treat him fairly, and professionally, given he was now under her and Ratchet's direction.

      As Zipline leaves, Starlock first, sends a request to security requesting a guard to be stationed in the medical bay, regarding Triage's recruitment and arrival and past associates, that way no one feels unsafe (and mainly were Triage doesn't get /jumped/ by someone that has a gurdge with Pharma) She then nods. "And /Healthpoint/ will be doing that." she emphasis, giving Healthpoint a side glance.

      "I'll also start with showing you the procedures, but first, I need to set an order, being while we will seek your council and help in regards to Blurr's systems, however, due to.. History, You're to not treat him yourself, and are to have a senior doctor nearby when you do administer treatment, where they can to document such." She says calmly. "Meaning Ratchet, I, First Aid, Healthpoint... Exceptions with nursing staff like Hoist, or medics like Medix, can be made encase of emergencies, This should help put everyone's mind at ease, and help rebuild trust, is this alright?"

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Of all the mechs to send it becomes clear as familiar heavy pedes are heard before the Wrecker comes in. Was the mech just unlucky or is Roadbuster bored as he looks to Starlock, "Ya called, Ensign?" Course right now the soldier is being formal as he's now on the clock instead of being in for repairs. Having left the heavy weapons in his locker, carrying only his rifle and a pair of pistols in their magholsters.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint still doesn't look happy or convinced as both Zipline and Triage claim that Triage has changed. "Not having to take his orders anymore doesn't mean you've changed. In fact, it might be even worse. You did who knows what just because someone ordered you to? It is the duty of a lower rank to question the orders of a superior when they know those orders to be wrong, and to -report- those orders to another superior or the proper authorities."

      She looks at First Aid like he might be crazy as he tries to be so calm and diplomatic. Doesn't he realize this is Triage?! Starlock speaks up, and Healthpoint vents -heavily-. Roadbuster comes in, and Healthpoint finally retracts her blade. She turns to work on Blurr, but keeps a position where she can watch Triage out of the corner of her eye.

      And there is a pretty steady flow of mumbling much like a certain grumpy head medic. It is pretty soft, but the general ideas of what is command thinking and if he harms any patients she'll perform a bit of elective surgery might be picked up by those close by or with good hearing. She adjusts Blurr's medications a bit and increases the dosage a bit, then places a hand on Blurr's shoulder. "...don't worry. I won't let him touch you unless absolutely necessary..." she says quietly to him.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Triage nods. "Of course, of course. I wasn't going to touch anything, don't worry." he assures them, holding his hands out placatingly. He examines the readouts as well as some of the scan images of Blurr's internals. "Though, with these levels, I can't imagine how he isn't screaming in pain right now." he says, cringing a bit, and there is that subtle implicaton of 'and why would any proper medic even -let- someone be in that much pain', though of course it goes unsaid. "Wow, what exactly happened to him, anyway?" is what he says instead.

    He faces Healthpoint calmly. "No, it is the duty of the lower rank to do as he is ordered, whether or not he thinks it's 'right' according to him. Either that, or remove himself from our ranks." And he simply leaves it at that.

    Blurr seems slightly relieved as he sees Healthpoint adjust the dose, but at the same time appears to be in too much pain to be worried about Triage's presence.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Aid, can you look through Blurr's records to see what dampner blends, dosages, and side effects they have, that have been used to help Blurr?" She'd ask him before looking to Roadbuster. "Ah, Roadbuster." yes, she's also in work mode. "Thank you, and the rest of security for responding to my request."

      She'd take a vent, trying to calm herself down but all of her frame was stiff and rigid from the stress, specially as Healthpoint and Triage start debating... She gives Healthpoint a long-suffering look, she's clearly not happy about this situation but she needs to be the adult and professional.

      She'd speak in a low tone to Roadbuster. "Right, so I need to give Triage back there a few basic run downs, before I can give you the whole story, but the skinny of it is, I need someone on guard in here for both everyone's sanity, and Triage's safety... Since he was /Pharma's/ personal assistant at Deltaran, and I'm sure you're at least partly aware of that whole mess." she'd whisper.

      Before motioning Triage to join her as she starts going through and showing him their procedures. "Ah.. He's at the moment, non-verbal besides texts from his radio, and a select few only have it. He's currently having some trouble with his upper chassis impulse signalling systems, which are also overheating in some places, due to having been completely submerged in a slime, we've gotten mostly of it cleaned out, and at this point, we're mainly just waiting for the last to clear on it's own, where we don't have to put him under for a lengthy cleaning surgery." she'd explain... anyone that went over and read Blurr's medical chart knew this, so she explained, despite apprehension.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Of course." he says, headinging over to the records. "We'll get oyu back togeth, bLurr. No worries." with that he pulls through them looking for anything unusual.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster kneels down as Starlock comes over to talk, not even glancing towards Triage during the explanation. The large mech just nods as he stands back up replying in a similar tone, "Right, I'll do my best. Though doubt anyone stupid enough to get on commands badside." Well except for a certain hotshot and maybe a cranky medic if he was around.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint just vents at Triage. "I think you are confusing us with the Decepticons. Yes, it is our duty to follow orders, especially in combat situations. But, blindly following is how corruption starts. And before you know it, we have another Senate. Or maybe even something worse." she replies, then peers at Triage. "...did Prowl recruit you?" she asks, seemingly out of nowhere. It doesn't look like she really expects an answer though. If he was recruited by Prowl then he probably wouldn't just come out and admit it. And if he denied it Healthpoint would probably not believe him.

      She still keeps an eye on Triage as Starlock takes him on the tour of the repair bay.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Ah." Triage nods at Starlock's explanation. "Smelt, tough luck pal." he says, giving Blurr an apologetic glance. He sighs at Healthpoint's rebuttal. "No, I came here of my own volition. Not sure why Prowl's involvement in any of this is relevant at all..."

    The mech notices how Healthpoint keeps watching him as he's shadowing Starlock, though, after a breem or two he sort of bursts out. "Look, would you just -stop-? Give me a break, Healthpoint, all right? I know I messed up. I'm sure you have. But how else are we supposed to learn from mistakes and better ourselves? Certainly not by giving up on life." he says indignantly. "Or resigning yourself to hopelessness."

    The machines bleep again, informing everyone that the dampeners are low yet again. Blurr tenses, his face twisting into a pained grimace. As First Aid is perusing the records, there are a few combos that have proven to be more effective than others in the past.

    Triage arches a brow at them. "Are the restraints -really- necessary?" he sighs. "You'd think the mech is miserable enough already. Look, why don't at least one of you -give- him your hailing frequency, so that you can at least communicate with him?"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "Here's the results." he says, bringing back to the results. "This looks like the best ombo here. Just.. want to run it by everyone else first." he shows the pad around to the gathered medics.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Thank you Roady." she'd call, and, Well that raised more questions than answers for Starlock. She bites her tongue at the two bickering, this wasn't uncommon between the doctors and nurses, but damn she was keeping an audial on it to ensure she didn't need to step in and separate the two.. Her Audials perk up hearing the machine and she looks over. "If there are no notes of side effects or him passing out, start him on a low does of it and up the dosage it as we go, to the documented dosage on his files, that way we can stop it if there are any undocumented side effects." She'd call, this was still a normal day for her, and a normal procedure.

      She then gives pause, realizing something as she slowly looks to Triage. "Will You be out on the fields with us? furthermore... He has a point Healthpoint, and on that note..." she takes a vent. "I'd.. Like to request your help, in rebuilding Blurr's medical file then, as I'm sure you at least know /some/ of the stuff Pharma has ah..." she'd tap her fingers on her armor. "Altered..." or had HIM alter and clean up, but heey she's not going to say that aloud, and glances to Blurr. "...He has a history of running off.. Plus there was an order form Jazz to keep him here." She'd nod, and goes over, upping the dosage once more till First Aid and Healthpoint start getting the blend together.

      "...Blurr, who would you want to give that too?" She'd ask softly.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint blinks in surprise at the outburst from Triage, and once he is finished she seems...placated. "...fine." she says, and finally stops watching him. "Unfortunately, Blurr has proven that yes the restraints are necessary. Whenever I try to treat him without them, he either bolts before treatment is finished or has some sort of nightmare or flashback that causes him to jerk about on the table. Sedatives do not work well on him, just like these pain inhibitors that we keep having to rebalance."

      Healthpoint had thought about one of them getting Blurr's frequency, but...it seemed awkward to ask him. So, she is a bit glad when Starlock is the one to ask. Still, she hmphs softly when the mention of Pharma's and Triage's tampering comes up. She nods at First Aid's suggestion of a blend and helps him get it prepared, and once it is helps administer it.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster listens as the medics argue but says nothing as its none of his business. Now if they started a different kind of fight he would helping not only to separate the two but haul off to the brig if necessary. For now the Wrecker just stands guard where he can observe all he caN while saying to himself, "Oh if docbot was here. Not as crazy as on the field."

**Blurr has posed:**
    "I hope to be, eventually, yes." Triage says, nodding to Starlock's question of whether he'll be out on the field or not. "Really." he says, sounding dubious at the reason behind the restraints. "Never had that issue when I was working with him, maybe that wouldn't be necessary if he were more comfortable with you."

    "Rebuild his file?" Triage asks, a brow going up "I'm not sure what you mean. The records are created contemporaneously. At least, at Deltaran, they were. And at Deltaran, we weren't allowed to retroactively tamper with past data that had already been established in the system. I...assumed you'd have similar protocols in place here to protect the integrity of your data?"

    The alerts calm down as the medication is administered again, and Blurr relaxes a little bit at least, as soon as it takes effect. He gazes helplessly at Starlock when she asks him that question, then glances down at the clamps on his wrists.

    Triage makes an exasperated noise. "Oh for Primus' sake just give him yours, since I'm not allowed to do anything yet." he grumps.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid clenchest his hand around the datapad "Oh , for Primus's sake. Are we going through this again?" He asks. "Always finding a way out..." whatever hes talking about.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Ohh if Ratchet were here right now he'd be blowing a gasket." Starlock cringe in response to Roadbuster. (Fairly he was still going to blow a gasket when he got back!) She takes note of the wrist clamps and... Well even she thinks /that/ is a bit overboard.... He wouldn't be able to get the other clamps undon, right? She'd sigh and shake her helm, specially as she hears HP and Triage again, and is becoming even more aware of why Ratchet Drinks.

      She'd undo the restraints and his hands and attempt to make him a bit more comfortable as she passes him her frequency. "Here we go, I really am sorry for all this." She'd vent a sigh. "Send me a ping when you have it all set up, yeah?" She'd smile.

      She'd then look back to Triage. "Yes and uhh... Well, look I'll explain when we have a moment.. Trust me, this.. This place is very different from Deltaran." She'd knit her ridges, it was his right of initiation to see what Ratchet had set up, if he could read through all that, then he may actually survive.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
"A wrench or two might fly or be embedded in someone's helm.", Roadbuster replies but doesn't laugh as he continues to do his job. Unless things get actually get violent this may be the easiest round of guard duty for the mech ever. Not that he would want things to go badly, thats better off on the battlefield.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes his head, quieting down again "Nevermind. I could run a few tests or...something." hes oddly quiet, backing away form the group.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      The placating that Triage had managed on Healthpoint...vanishes more and more the more she listens to him. "You know...someone who knows they have made mistakes should try a little harder not to make more." she says. "Like implying you don't know aaaany reasons why we would need to rebuild Blurr's file, such as tampering by a high ranking official from Deltaran. Or that Blurr was more comfortable with you and Pharma when you had probably severed his connections completely or hypnotized him or something."

      Healthpoint looks a little nervous as Starlock undoes the wrist restraints. She doesn't think Blurr would intentionally hurt any of them, but for all he knows he -might- be able to break the other restraints somehow, like a mini sonic boom by waving his hand really fast or something.

      She looks over as First Aid says something and tilts her head in curiousity. "...finding a way out?" she asks, then blinks as he starts to back away. "Aid? Are you alright?"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid tenses, watching Starlock undo the restraints. "I'm fine." He says distantly. "Let's see...lets see how this plays out."

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr sits up and rubs his wrists once Starlock removes the restraints, looking visibly relieved. No, he doesn't bust out with a mini sonic boom or anything. <<It's not your fault.>> The transmission appears on Starlock's comms array in the same it did for Swivel the other solar cycle.

    Triage fixes Starlock with an apprehensive look. "I understand that, but I would -think- you people would at least have -some- kind of data integrity policy."

    And then Healthpoint starts getting snappy with the recruit again. He rounds on her, glaring. "Frag it, I thought I told you to -quit- with that. I'm -trying- to be nice you, Healthpoint. Really, I am. But you're making it -very- hard. How the slag do you think we could rebuild the file, huh? What would we put in it instead, just whatever YOU think happened, despite not having been there?" he vents angrily. "And since Blurr is right here, why don't you ask him about that -yourself-?!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock relaxes seeing Blurr behaving and nods at him, and his transmission. "<<Would of asked sooner, but I think.. Most just wanted to respect your privacy, being a celebrity and all, likely have people attempting to get a hold of that through dirtier means.>>" She'd send back. "<<Tell me how you're feeling? Also I really am sorry for the arguing, it's like herding cyro-cats some days.>>" She'd chuckle lightly, before sighing. "<<Speaking of, pardon me a second.>>" She'd warn, Aid was right to start backing up.

      She'd cross her arms and look to the two. "Again, we do, just.. Well, you need to see it for yourself, like every other poor unfortunate recruit and intern that comes to Ratchet's repair bay." She'd chuckle lightly, and sighs at their bickering. "Healthpoint!" She snaps. "/I/ will deal with Triage." She says before addressing BOTh Healthpoint and triage. "Right now none of the patients in here need to hear this kind of bickering and snipping, I understand past events have maybe everyone on edge, and distrustful, but please, keep that /outside/ of the medical bay." She'd huff.

      "Triage we'll speak in my office about everything once we're done here and I give Roadbuster a full summary of things here...I'm.. Sorry, this is how your first day had to start." She'd take a vent, she's accepted she's going to need to be the one to 'train' him here, since she (and Aid, she see's you there buddy!) can be professional enough to do so.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid murmurs. "Yeah, we... we'll get to it. Again. It'll either work out or it'll go the same way it did before." he types at his datapad, being as professional as he can. "I can't stop it either way now."

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster shakes his head as he listens, "And they say the battlefield is dangerous." Course right now the situation seems fine to the Wrecker as the Medical XO works to defuse the tension. Least no threats have been thrown about or a wrench.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint stares for a few moments, then shakes her head. "That was you trying to be nice? You really need some practice." she says, then actually flinches when Starlock snaps at her. The bigger medic is immediately at attention, and she nods quickly at Starlock's orders. "Y-yes ma'am! Sorry ma'am!" she says sharply.

      She sighs herself after that. "You could try helping by looking through Blurr's medical file and verifying or correcting things put into the file by Pharma or yourself. Unless you are claiming there was no manipulation or falsification of data, which seems unlikely given it was Pharma. And of course if you do know something about Blurr or about Pharma that we don't you can make a note in the file." she says, then blinks. "Er...w-with Starlock's permission of course."

      She is quiet a few moments, then sighs again. "...if you are serious about having changed...I look forward to working with you. I'm..." Her teeth clench a moment. "...I'm sure I could learn a lot."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "I could do some research. Here. Or..anywhere else." he says. "I can see what I can find in the profile?" he asks a bti distantly.

**Blurr has posed:**
    << I appreciate that, but for now I guess I don't have any other way. And honestly? Terrible. Imagine if your body only moves a fraction of the way every time you try.>> Blurr watches Starlock reining in the others. Huh...she certainly had a way with things. This was a side of her he hadn't really seen before. Or perhaps had, but hadn't really aid it much attention until now. <<I think Healthpoint needs to chill her afterburners. She should know, it wasn't Triage's fault. What I got, I was definitely asking for.>> His face falls for a moment at that, though he quickly looks back up at her. <<I have no one but myself to blame.>>

    Triage steps back from Healthpoint, folding his arms when Starlock berates them both. "Fine, we'll talk later." He looks surprised, yet doubtful at the same time in response to Healthpoint's words. "Really, I thought you didn't trust me." he remarks. "If you think I had a part in falsifying records, then why the slag would you trust me to help you find the truth?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock oints back at Roadbuster and looks at him, giving a quick grin, due to being artly amused by him being a smart-aft, before looking back to the others and give a nod to no one in articular.. but it was at Blurr's texts, as she folds her arms, and sighs out. "<<c+xterm129I.. understand. We will try better.. And yeah, I'm trying to reign that in.>>" She reports back before.. Well It's not hard to see the change in her demeanor, something is weighing on her mind.

      "<<In that instance... You didn't deserve to have your memory wiped.. Sure, Scolded about not thinking but.. Not that, no one deserves their mental state tampered with, or altered against their will...">>"

      She looks to Triage though. "...Because it gives you a chance to set things right, and help sort out what we can, and can't trust, for Blurr's sake.. I honestly wanted to say the same thing, but in private without all the arguing to explain this but..." She'd vent, and rub at her neck. "It's.. Scary, not knowing if it is correct or not, we care for Blurr, much a jerk he can be, but... He's our jerk, and we don't want to lose him a third time." She'd say, folding her arms behind her.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint pinches the bridge of her nose at the response she gets from Triage. "Are you trying to change or aren't you? Besides, whether I trust you or not, you are the only one among us who knows what might be true or false in that file when it comes to Blurr and Pharma. Just think of it as me giving you that break you asked for." she says, and nods in agreement with what Starlock says.

      She turns to check on Blurr's readings again before looking over her shoulder at Triage. "Unless you are implying there is good reason not to trust you with that file, in which case I'm sure you'll probably find out just what our Medical XO and Intel commanders can do. Prowl might very well already know what corrections need to be made. He might not be my favorite mech, but he is good at what he does. And he will do anything to protect the Autobots." And she does mean -anything-.

**Blurr has posed:**
    <<I don't think there's much else any of us can do except wait.>> Blurr admits. <<And like I said, I was asking for it. Literally I was. It's what I wanted. So tell Healthpoint to calm herself.>>

    Triage grumbles, arms still folded. "Fine. Whatever you say. If Ensign Starlock here says I have to, I will help you, all right?" he sighs. "Let's just get on with it."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nods. "Thank you Triage, I am sorry your first day here was.. Well, rough, but hopefully, things will get better as time goes on." She'd smile softly. "...Welcome to the Autobots, and our military base, we're a bunch of close knit idiots trying to share one brain module cell, and get along cause we don't know if we're gonna be alive the next day." She'd chuckle. "Also if you hear someone yell wrench, duck, means someones angered Ratchet." She'd warn, probably half the medical staff flinched when they heard that.

      She'd over her hand out to Triage for a hand shake. "Also it's going to be you and me looking through it, that way everyone else here can focus on the patients, I was the one who wanted to do it, so should be me doing the work." She'd nod, giving a worried side glance at First Aid.

      "<<She is, don't worry there, heh. Juust taking her a minute.>>" There was a moment of ause before she added. "<<c+xterm129Really.. We all should of just.. sat down and talked in private, like the the fully formed cybertronians we are... Furthermore, I know this is quite late, and you don't remember, but.. I'm sorry.>>"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Excuse me." He says with a professional demeanor, heading for the door.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint vents softly at what Triage says. "...that's the spirit..." she mumbles to herself, then checks on Blurr's readings and mixtures again before making her way toward the door. She salutes toward the three officers before she departs.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Triage smirks. "Oh, I know Ratchet, don't you worry." he chuckles. "I'm sure I'll get used to it all soon enough. And honestly with what happened with Pharma, I kind of expected it. I'm just lucky they let me join Operations instead of infantry. In other words, cannon fodder..." he says with a shrug. He watches Healthpoint leave, still frowning. "Well thanks for doing your best, anyway. Going to turn in for the solar cycle, but I'll see you tomorrow." He then follows suit after Healthpoint and sees himself out, leaving Starlock alone with Blurr.

    The speedster gives her a pointed look. <<I know, but I just want her to know that.>> He transmits, watching Healthpoint leave. Then he peers at Starlock uncertainly. <<You already apologized for bickering you had no part in. What are you sorry for now?>>

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nods to the three that leave, and takes a deep vent, and falls back into her chair, lulling her head back from the stress, and reaches into her desk, finding some engex and pops it open, drinking it down.. Very glad Aid has not looked in her desk, YET, but then quickly calls after clearing her throat. "Let me know when you get your radios Triage! Will give you the medical frequency!" Hopefully he heard her.

      "<<Ah.. something that happened before your memory was wiped, and just because you don't remember it, doesn't mean I shouldn't apologize.>>" She'd start working away on some aerwork. "<<c+xterm129Don't be afraid to ping me if you need something, yeah?>>" She'd tack on.