1207/Morning After

Cast of Characters: | Onslaught, Vortex, Goth, 135

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth had been working long hours into the night to get Vortex properly repaired and cleaned up, it had taken him quite some time, due to mainly being still learning as a proper doctor, but he did it, and got him cleaned up, and the medbay cleaned up.. However Goth had fallen asleep in his nearby seat, still covered in now, dry, energon. He was snoring lightly with his cheek planted in a messy hand.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex has been sleeping off and on, his systems exhausted from his near death experience and unable to move since his pain receptors are turned off. However, his optics start to flicker as he startles awake, his nightmares back in full force as hes left without sensation int he void of sleep. Too much for him it sees. "Slag..wonder if II can move just a little" He attempts movement, grunting in frustration.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot makes his way into the medical bay after finishing his report, hopefully not straining anything. His mood seems to have calmed as he looks around the room taking note of the sleeping medic. Glancing to Vortex he doesn't comment as he nods to a nurse before sitting on a free berth. Letting them do their job as he says to himself, "Need a way to counter such weapons besides dodging."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would let out a loud snort as he was jolted awake by the sound of voices, he nearly fell out of his chair and looked around, startled, before groaning out and rubbed at his stiff back. "I'm awake.. I'm up." He'd mumble groggerly, and looked tiredly around who was in, and what the current cycle was.

      "Ummph.. Right, was up all night." He'd mumble, and got up, and looked over himself and let out a repulsed noise. "Aaahg! it's hardened." that was going to be such a pain to get out of his fur!

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex murmurs softly. "I was tryin to be distraction I think I should be hurting. Its kinda sad Im not." he grumps.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks once again to Vortex and shakes his head before looking to Goth, "Wish didn't bring you a rough night. But least he's stable because of your work which appears top-notch since he's talking." He raises his arm for the nurse before adding, "Better condition than being dead or worse as what one wanted to do." Though he doesn't say names its obvious he's talking about Jazz's taunts with the Garrus.

**Goth has posed:**
     "A low bar, but I suppose one I'll accept, considering who we are." He'd state dryly, looking tiredly at Sixshot, he'd chuckle. "Praise is praise though and I'll gladly accept." He'd vent and look to Vortex tiredly. "Yes, well, your pain sensors and receptors are still off... Hmm." He'd move over to allow them to slowly turn on.

      "Do mention of if the pain is too much, will turn them off and will look for the issue." He'd then note Sixshot's injuries and looked down at his messy frame. "..Ah moment." He'd make his way to the sanitation showers.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex murmurs "Go back to sleep Goth." He says. "You need re.." he pauses. "Well hello there, Mister pain. Imissed you." he chuckles.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"A low bar till we can improve what we got. But it's still good work. No doubt the other Combaticons will give their praise.", Sixshot replies. Looking to Vortex then back to Goth he adds, "If you need the charge I can wait. Not that heavily injured, except in a little pride. Armor took the brunt even if part of it was broken." He chuckles, "Well just have to dodge more or find a new counter."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goht would spend a good number of kliks in that shower before coming out, looking as prim and proper as he normally did. "Be glad, before Dustoff and.. admitabbly, Darkstar's help, I rarely came back from a fight awake, so perhaps some more flexibility training could be of help." He'd nod before going over to look at Sixshot's wounds, starting to tend to them.

      "Yes.. that medics cannon also struck you, noticed the same weakening on Vortex's armor, which allowed for that rebar to go through him so easily." He'd knit his ridges. "having someone on the field, such as Dustoff, and Scrapper, who can reinforce armor would be preferable, but that would require more medics or the likes of them." He'd muse.

      He'd look over. "Vortex, how is the pain? it is within normal parameters, correct?"

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"That is one solution.", Sixshot replies as Goth returns. He follows the medics instructions as he adds, "I agree but I'm not the best at recruiting. Unsure where to look for candidates unless they come to us. If others know a way let them do the work to find others." He glances to Vortex before nodding, "Could have gotten her down earlier but Jazz and Blurr are double the pest when working together."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth grunts. "Blurr alone is a pain, Jazz.. I've not faced in combat, so I cannot say." He'd nod, as he tended to Sixshot's wounds, double checking before nodding. "That should do it." he'd got to wash his hands. "Honestly the more medical staff the better, Dustoff used to be our only medic until I joined..." He'd cringe.

      "Not ideal at all." He'd pause. "Vortex?" He'd ask, looking back to the Heli-bot, a bit concerned with no response.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"Jazz's martial training is good but his circuit-su (or whatever he's trained in) is no match for metallikato. But combined with Blurrs speed its a pain.", Sixshot replies. He waits for Goth to be finished before adding, "Then we'll up recruitment. Surprised haven't made Vortex learn more with how willing they are to help." His optics turned towards the silent combaticon.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught strides into the medbay, moving with a purpose. He scans the room, looking for Vortex's medberth.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is laying on a berth recovering from last night. He said he wanted to feel pain but passed out right afterwards. He starts to stir again, his optics still offline. "Hmm. Thats good pain. You spoil me, Goth."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nodded to Sixshot only to realize that Vortex had /passed out/ and he makes a noise of aggravation, he should of /know/ this was going to happen. "Considering you passed out, I suspect that means there is pain that shouldn't be there... But your away again so.." he'd muse in thought, and instead, choose to look at Vortex's diagnostics and vitals to get an idea if there was something wrong.

      "Hmm noted, I have no idea what any of those fighting styles entail, but I'll be aware of them should we meet on the field." He'd then catch a glimpse of Onslaught and nodded to him.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts "Yeah it was hurtin' but dont take it away." he says. "Then it'd be nothing which is worse." he sees Onslaugt "Hey Ons. Tell him to turn the pain receptors up and if I pass out thats ok."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods to Goth, "Can get you dataslugs on them if you want. Though do take note I'm not into the spiritual side of the practice." Turning his attention to Onslaught he nods to the major in greeting.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught moves toward Vortex's berth. "I will tell him to do no such thing," he says, drawing next to Vortex. He returns Sixshot's nod. "You're in a perfectly acceptable amount of pain now."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sighs "Fiine. Hey. Ons. I got hurt tryin' to be a distraction last night. Did it work? Did we win?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would sigh and shake his helm at Vortex, crossing his arms. "Well seem to be in no danger of offlining again, so seems I can leave things as they are for now." He'd murmur, before looking over to Sixshot.

      "Hmm that would be interesting, more I know the better I can tactfully counteract his attempts...Also don't worry about I and religious matters." he'd give a dismissive wave. "I stopped believing such matters when.." He'd stop himself a moment and frowned, and went about checking vitals.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught hrumphs, reaching out to rest a hand on Vortex's helm. "I know you did," he says. "I was the one who ordered you into the fray, after all." He doesn't say why he wasn't part of the fray. He pats Vortex's helm. "I heard you went up against Jazz himself."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Yes sir." he says, sitting up halfways before wincing. "He kinda impaled me on rebar. Did I do good, boss? Did I do what you ordered me to?" he doesnt care if he made anyone else happy as long as Onslaught's proud.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods to Goth, "Will send them to you when I can." Listening to Vortex he ponders before looking to Onslaught as he watches over his team mate so decides Tex will learn details later, "I would say you did good with facing Jazz. Was good work."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would make another aggravated noise before marching over and forced Vortex to lay down.. Gently of course. "Stay laying down, need to allow the welds to cool and solidify before you sit up, else wise you'll leak out into your internal system again." He'd scold.

      He'd then look down to notice a mess of tried energon had leaked down the bearth and sighs out as he goes to get the cleaning supplies to start cleaning up such.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught beeps. Or rather, his chronometer does. His optics brighten with irritation. "Damn and blast it," he mutters. "Vortex, behave yourself for the medics. I have to go, but I will be back as soon as I can. My other duties call."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "I'll do as Im told, sir." he lays down "You do what you gotta do." he looks to Goth "You should hit the washrack. I wont tyr to sit up again. Makes me dizzy in a way I shouldnt feel dizzy." he looks down "Ewww is that all from me? Gross."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot gets up saying, "Might as well do a bit more training. Since Jazz seems to want to focus on me, should expect running into him again." He. makes a note to get Goth the dataslugs before heading out himself.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was below scrubbing the floor when he looked up hearing Vortex, poor Goth was once again, covered in bright pink energon, which really did show on his all black paint. "Yes it is, don't worry, I will once I finish sanitizing this area." He'd reassure as he cleaned.

      He'd lean over. "Right then, don't push those welds Sixshot." He'd call, before returning to cleaning, and hemmed.. He was in deep thought.