1032/Proper Repairs

**Goth has posed:**
     The medbay was relatively quiet, save for the sound of life support for one, and the monitors for the others. Goth (In his root-mode no less) was still out cold after the events of Nova Cronum, and the one hooked to life support, looks like the Decepticon nurses (and suture) finally where starting to pick /some/ slack.. Still though, Goth was looking more then a bit rough with /obvious/ fire and missile damage...

      Though, it does look as if someone has tended to him enough to at least keep him from offlining, it was crude, clumsy and ugly, the sign of someone inexperienced, but it was propper.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff knew what to expect coming in, reports are good for that...so it's not so much a shock when he does venture into the bay. Still...that doesn't stop the faint sigh of...well, perhaps it's just...one of those vents to calm nerves and otherwise ready for the work that needs to be done.

Moving over, he takes a look at the monitors and just...mutters, noting the damage listed and such. At least things are...somewhat tended to. That's a good thing. That means there's no huge rush due to complications and the likes.

And, so, he just sets to work doing what he's done so many times before.

**Goth has posed:**
     It's pretty apparent that Goth had been caught in the blasts in both his Bat and Robot mode, that and the lingering chemicals, it was pretty obvious it was Prowl's handy work. There is a twitch from Goth's hand, and a low murmur that escapes him.

      His otics struggle to oneline, but after a few tries, they come on in a dim glow. He'd grunt out and lace his arm over his otics once more, and start seaking in a hoarse tone. c+xterm124"Vortex... What are you doing?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is rather still on his berth, having a recovery sleep. His rright optic opens and then the left as he sits up "Hmm? Goth that you? You up?" he asks. "I didnt do it no one saw it. You cant prove anything."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff mmmhms... "Yeah, he's up..." He continues his work, cleaning, rerouting, just...overall getting all that banged up stuff pulled out and replaced as he chuffs. "An'... I ain't 'Tex, Goth... yer back in th' medbay."

He leaves it at that, stepping back to go retrieve a few needed things to continue what he's doing before venturing back to the medberth to resume work. "Looks like ya had a run-in with the slag pits..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's otics brighten slightly and his ears twitch forward at the familiar voice and accent, and he just.. relaxes there. c+xterm124"Ah.. Dusty." he states with some obvious relief, even smiles. "Heh, don't feel to bad, I mistook Vortex for you before.." He'd chuckle weakly, before venting out. "If that is what we are deciding to call Prowl from now on, this yes."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex blinks a bit "Hey theres worse things to be mistaken for. He coulda called you Darkstar." he says.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff blinks...and then grunts a bit at that little remark. Darkstar...right. He grumbles and continues his work, rather calmly no less, and shrugs slightly. "So...ya called 'Tex me? Huh...Prowl musta knocked somethin' loose in that had o' yours... An', sure, we'll call 'em that. Why not? Prowl's a problem we gotta break eventually. Might as well call 'im all kinda names..."

**Goth has posed:**
     And /that/ earns a laugh from Goth, the fact it's as loud as it is desite how weak he is, says something. c+xterm124"Ohh if I'd mistaken him for Darkstar I'm sure that would be a hint to some sort of damage to more then just my processors." he'd chuckle. "Much rather wake up to Dustoff's faceplating any cycle."

      He'd lay there tiredly, going through a few recalls. "Mmmph, threw one of those grenades at one of my weak points while I had an unconsciousness Scavenger over my shoulder..Twice." he'd explain, before venting a tired huff.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts. "They sure seem to be getting better and better at knocking us out, dont they?" he sits up, holding his head.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hrms... "Better? Maybe... we'll just have t' hit 'em harder, I guess." He grumbles some at the whole...two grenades and just keeps going along with his his work for a bit, stepping back after a good few moments and venturing towards the lockers. "So... how'd everyone else who was there do, eh? or...was Goth th' only one t' get beat t' scrap?"

**Goth has posed:**
     "Was Scavenger and I... Scavenger went down before I, and I'm.. not actually sure how we got back?" that was actually something he wasn't told about. Once he could, after some groaning, he'd get himself sat up properly, and sat there, staring out in thought.

      "Vortex, do correct me if I am wrong, but I.. believe I may of dreamed you'd stated /you'd/ repaired me sometime after being dragged back here?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "I did. You were hurt pretty bad and I'd been reading the books and practicing..." he syas. "I did a good job. I got you conscious and stable and all." He says proudly, his empty rotor assembly rising proudly.

**Dustoff has posed:**
"Close t' concious, at least..." He chuckles softly. "But...yeah, things seemed...good. Whole goal of a medic in th' field's t' keep 'em alive 'till they get to th' Doc." He nods at that and continues his work. "Remind me t' get ya some more stuff t' read, too...beyond th' basic field care."

He takes a moment to look the work over so far. "Should be...back up sooner rather 'n later...just gotta get some of th' more critical stuff re-routed an' patched up...that blast messed ya up a bit."

**Goth has posed:**
     There is a moment in where Goth is just stunned, his vitals start raising from the building stress as he looks over his frame. However, given Dustoff had just done work, everything looked fine, and in place, for that matter, the fact he'd been alive long enough for Dustoff to be able to work on him, he starts calming down, taking a long deep vent that starts him coughing again, clearing his voice box.

      "It definitely feels like it." He'd huff. "Seems that fire and smoke also did a bit on my vents." He'd add before glancing over, to Vortex. "...Well, Thank you.. Vortex, though I don't think I really need to voice that, given Dustoff's praise." He'd huff again, a slight smile forming as he looks to his partner.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "I could be a field medic then? Sweet." he stands up shakily. "I know right? Well hopefully I can help you guys more in the future." his own stance is delicate still as if he has trouble on his feet but hes recovering a little more every day.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff looks over at Vortex as the rotary starts to try moving around and just grunts. "If you break anythin' on yourself, I'm gonna break you even more before I fix ya..." He looks back at his work on Goth. "Heh...an', don't worry 'bout th' vents...filters'll take care o' that in a few cycles... I'll check 'em t' make sure they ain't needin' replacing."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex takes what Dustoff says to spark, and curls back up on the medberth. "Yes sir." He vents deeply. "Not as many warning readings today." he says, as he starts to poke at his healing chest wound.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gave Dustoff a slow nod, before motioning the other mech closer, giving Vortex something of a side-glance before looking back to Dustoff and chuckles. "Chela help us, we might have just made Vortex the combaticons most medically trained individual." That, in any sane bots mind, was likely both impressive, and terrifying.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chuckles. "Hey, we've got our own medic now" he says. "That means we wont have to come in her and technically dont need the empire for..." WOAH. Easy tex mouth. "I mean the medbay for anything right/"

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff ehs... "Hey, if it keeps th' Combaticons from livin' in th' medbay long-term, more's th' better... We seem t' get mechs in here far too often sometimes... a little battlefield care's a good thing." He chuckles softly and looks over at Vortex as...he pulls a Vortex. "Yeah, all well an' good, 'till the Bots get smart an' shoot th' medic."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckled. "Indeed, Perhaps so, even more given you and I have both been handling the medical bay alone for sometime." He'd smile, before bringing at a thought. "Yes.. Do be careful.. Might have kicked a proverbial next not long ago in roughing up their CMO not long ago." He'd huff as he remembered how the Autobot medic needed help in getting off the field, last thing he wanted was for Prowl or the other autobots to target Dustoff.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff finally takes a step back and cleans off his hands, just looking things over... "Should...be fine. Lemme get some replacement plating in place an'...that'll be that. Though, usual disclaimer applies... mind th' welds, eh?" He chuckles and goes to rummage about for said plating.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex watches closely. "Mind if I watch you work? I think I can learn a lot from this" he says.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gives Dustoff a smile, and nods without a words, sitting there, actually rather content. "When have I ever not listened to one of your warnings?" He'd chuckle as he lightly teased at Dustoff, gesturing to himself, before glancing over at Vortex. "Glad to see you back to your normal self." He'd add with a nod.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff mmhms. "Yeah, watch away. I don' mind if Goth don't mind..." He sets to work getting replacement plating put in place and welded on. "An'...heh, ya don't not listen to th' warnin's...ya just run off an' find ways t' get int' fights more often than a medic ought ta...much less one with a cloakin' field."

**Goth has posed:**
     "I don't mind, honestly at this point i've grown accustomed to this." he'd chuckle and then.. Well, He looked a bit.. embarrassed? Puffing his cheek with a scrunched nose and glancing away. He'd ears falling back. "Er..." Well, that was definitely hard to find a response to.

      He'd just vent out a huff in defeat. "...Mmmm.. That bad?" He'd ask, hesitantly, trying to do the math in his head of just how many he'd been in, was definitely more than Dustoff.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is very compliant and has been since he returned. He just lays still. "Close. I just. I was afraid you know." Afraid? Of what? He doenst say right way. "Best way to get better is to do what you guys say right?"

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff looks over at Vortex a moment before he simply continues work on getting Goth's plating back in place. "Well, I'm sure we'll figure it all out an' get things done th' way they need t' be done..." He chuckles a bit. "Teach th' Bots they ain't th' only power in Cybertron..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth vented a sigh of relief, and nodded, giving Dustoff a smile, and Vortex a knowing glance. There was actually a moment where Goth was lost on what to say in response, and just huffed. "Hopefully, I rather remain hidden for tactical defence.." He'd then start grumbling. "And fix whatever these horrid miscalculations are coming from, Scavenger made a crack about my horrible luck spreading to him." He'd look annoyed, and embarrassed.. That whole fight was a mess.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hrmphs... "Well, let's see if we can't get that luck t' hit th' Bots instead next time... I'm sure we'll figure out how eventually." He chuckles softly and just keeps on working to get Goth up to speed again. Or...at least somewhat up to speed. Recovery might still be a thing.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Oh if I was capable of controlling such, I would, but I know such a thing is not possible." He'd chuckle, and then sigh. Once Dustoff was done though, he'd plant a kiss on the other bots face plate. "Hmph, I do have other things to focus on then silly superstitions though."