1137/Pharma, Please!

**Nightbeat has posed:**
It's nearing the end of the work cycle at Deltaran - and consequently, most of the staff have already left or are getting ready to leave. Upstairs, from outside the hospital, lights can be seen flicking off, one by one.

 However, that doesn't deter the private investigator, Nightbeat, from showing up in the lobby in an untimely fashion - as he has been doing for every cycle for the past few cycles since the skirmish at Ibex. He looks around to see if any of the staff here might be interested in attending to him and his recent relentless endeavor to locate Nightlash. Discovering no one, he wanders past the lobby and into the repair bay. "Anyone seen Nightlash lately...?"

**Nightlash has posed:**
As luck would have it, the wayward droneship...crashes? Lands? A healthy mix of the two? ...yeah, we'll go with a healthy mix. She 'healthily mixed between crashes and lands' in front of the Deltaran medical complex right as the inquery comes in for her location and whereabouts, skidding, skipping, and finally coming to a rest in front of the doors (naw, who are we kidding, she land-crashed... we'll call it a lash) right through them.

And then she just...laughs as her cloak fades. "HAHAHA! ...stupid navigation system... knew I could find this place. Eventually... oh!" Her camera-sensor-eye-thingy rotates around to look at Nightbeat. "Hey..... I still need to do that inventory...." She coughs, transforming and pushing her wrecked self up. "Mmmph...but...first things first I guess..." She looks around dizzily. "When did the Decamawhassis start looking like this?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's yet yo put in her resignation notice as requested by Ratchet, to work full time for the new Autobot medical division, mostly out of the fact she was trying to get what use out of it she could, in regards to this whole mess. She'd look over about to address Nightbeat when.. Well, can't exactly ignore that noise outside can she?

      She'd move quickly to look out to see what happened and.. Well. She stares at Nightlash, her mouth opening and closing as she tries to find the words she wants that where not overly animated and loud yelling. "...Where the frag have you been?!" Aaand she partly fails, and moves to help lash up and clicks on her commlink to Whirl, First aid and Ratchet on her personal radio. "<<...So In true Nightlash fashion, she just crashed outside of deltaran.>>"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is enroute to Deltraan when he gets the radio call from Starlock. <<Well, duh!>> he says, including First Aid and Ratchet in his message as well. <<She knew I was joining the search for her; figured she'd save us all the time, since she knew it was inevitable I'd bring her in!>>

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid also has been putting in his own resignation notice, moving around Deletran. He pauses. "<<Nightlash?! She's back. Lets go see what the damage is.>> he heads towards the crash sight as quickly as he can.

**Ratchet has posed:**
"<< .... She did what!? >>" is the first thing to come across ratchet's end of the radio connection. The CMO hits his breaks in the middle of the road, nearly causing the mech behind him to crash, and U turns as he flips on the sirens. OUT OF HIS WAY! "<< I'm en route. Check her over and keep her stable until I get there! Do not let her be alone, I still don't trust the place and would rather we get her to the Autobot repair bay once able. >>"

**Pharma has posed:**
    The crash draws some attention, and a group of techs hurry to see if Nightlash is all right. Pharma himself is among those here late as well, and he has just come down from his lab on one of the upper floors, carrying a case of...something. If anyone tries to scan it, it's shielded!

**Nightbeat has posed:**
"..." And then Nightlash suddenly arrives. Very unceremoniously.

 His optics widen and he hurries over to her, pushing Starlock rudely aside. "Nightlash! Have you had any memory blanks? Especially of late?" Then he will attempt to examine the back of her neck, however, he'll only be as successful as Nightlash is obedient - plus, by that time, Ratchet has probably already arrived and won't approve of his manhandling of a patient. Nightbeat squints at Pharma but doesn't address the doctor by name when he arrives.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash gets about halfway up to standing before just sprawling back down again and continuing to laugh like some kind of broken lunatic. "Heheheh....where have I been?" She goes quiet, momentarily somber, and just...sort of stares at Starlock, then Nightbeat. "I flew straight from the fight to here...sort of. How'd you get here so fast?" She looks around, and then shrugs and just starts laughing again. "PHARMA! ...he's here, right?"

She pushes up off of Starlock and gets her feet under her before simply staggering towards the counter and slamming her fist down. "I NEED A DOCTOR...like...someone other than..." She blinks, gaze going from blank to staggered to chipper again as she looks warily at Starlock. "Other than you or Ratchet...I mean...First Aid. All of them. I mean... right." She blinks, as though just...confused by her own words before turning to continue making her way into the clinic. "PHARMA!"

Oh, everyone is so lucky there's not one of those bells to ring on the front counter right about now. Oh, and speak of the Doctor himself... "HA! There he is... knew I could count on you to be here..."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes hea head as he approaches. Pharma. Of course he has something to do with his. Sarlock and Nightbeat seem to have everything under control, so he sits back a bit and observes.

**Pharma has posed:**
    Pharma then hears someone shouting his name. Twice. "Huh?" he peers at Nigthlash, frowning. She was usually a little bit...strange, but this a rather atypical level of it. "Nightlash? What do you need? I'm sorry, but I've had a rather long solar cycle. Why don't you talk to Triage? He's still up in my office wrapping up a few things. Or maybe you could see if Ratchet is still around?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<Yep, crashed... She's awake and active though, and agreed Ratchet, was going to be my next suggestion.>>" She'd state as she started looking Nightlash's injures over only for Nightbeat to start manhandling Nightlash, causing Starlock to flinch back in surprise, specially when Nightbeat brings up memories blanks.

      Starlock is made further uncomfterble by the eve more erratic then normal mood swings. "Wh..What? Why?" She'd ask as she started following after Nightlash, trying to catch up with her, the small bot trying to see if she could spot anything on the back of the taller femmes back or neck as she followed behind.

      "<<...I... have a problem.>>" She'd radio her group, looping in Nightbeat. "<<She's asking for /Pharma/>>" She'd take some air through her vents. "<<...Ah, smelt, and she's found him.>>"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl struts up, arriving in time to see Nightbeat making her way over toward Pharma. "...ohhh, that ain't good," he mutters. Then, he spots First Aid. <<Want me to shoot him? 'Cause, I can do that. Easy peasy.>>

**Nightbeat has posed:**
Nightbeat looks displeased to see Whirl present. "You being here isn't good," he says tartly to the helicopter. He frowns when Nightlash starts shouting for Pharma, looking concerned. "I wonder what they might want with him..."

 He turns to Nightlash. "Nightlash, I'd like to have a short talk with you, privately. I'm sure by then Ratchet will be here, and can attend to your injuries," he says, attempting to take her by the wrist and lead her away. "You never did do that inventory, hmm? Why don't we start there..?"

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash just sort of...frowns at everyone before she looks back and stumbles her way towards Pharma. "Becaaaause...you're the head doctor and you do the head stuffs and I /really/ can't think right now..." She leans herself against the wall and just heaves a soft sigh... "I... I just want all of it to stop... The noise and the voices and the things and the... I can't...remember anything and I reeeally want to." She waves Starlock off again and shoots her a frown. And... Nightbeat...she just outright ignores.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes his head at Whirl. "No, let these two take care of it. With luck, things will go peacefully." yeah with luck. Since when have we had any of that?

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet screeches to a halt outside the hospital, flipping into root mode as he storms towards the front, "<< What do you mean she's asking for Pharma? Why would she- >>" He steps in and quickly spots the two across the room. He pauses to listen.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<What?! No.>>" She'd state in surprise, trying to keep behind the taller femme, and then she frowns, voices? Voices are new, she'd look back at Nightlash, meeting her gaze with worry, her gaze would be broken by Nightbeat trying to pull her away.

      "<<Trying to get her away from him?>>" She'd ask over a tight beam to Nightbeat as she lurched to follow. "A-Ah careful now she's in a very delicate state." She'd state trying to urge. Though she did take note of the case Pharma had... "Voices? What do you mean about voices?" She'd ask.

      "You didn't mention those before." She'd frown, her optics quickly shifting as she thought. "Lets.. Lets get you cleaned up and we'll figure this out, alright?" she'd try to sooth.

**Pharma has posed:**
    Pharma looks annoyed. "You're walking, and talking. That means you're not in a critical state, and -that- means, you can wait." Then Ratchet pulls up. He smirks. "Oh, there. See? Ratchet's here now." He turns to his friend. "Could you take care of...this? She's insisting on seeing a 'head honcho' of some kind. I think you qualify for that better than I do." he grins and pats the CMO on the shoulder, then starts walking away past them.

**Nightlash has posed:**
<<ROSY!>> Nightlash tightbeams rather suddenly to Pharma. <<I...I was told to...bring you something... I think. But... Rosy. They told me to. It was...important. Not for everyone...>> She blinks a few times and looks at Starlock again, then Nightbeat... "I don't like you...right now. Not before, probably not after, but right now."

She nods a few times and moves towards Pharma again, leveraging the wall for support. "I... I just need...fixed. That's all... fixed... everything's broken. The head is broken... needs fixed..."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grunts at Nightbeat. 'Yeah, well, slag you too," he says, settling in by First Aid. "H'okay, but I getta chance, I'ma shoot somebody. Might be Pharma, might not."

Whirl's head tilts as he overhears Starlock talking about Nightlash hearing voices. "...Ok, that ain't good," he says, moving to get closer to Nightlash. "That sounds familiar. Hey, 'Lash, who broke your head?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's ridges knit, becoming very confused by Nightlash's mood swings.. and her words, actually feeling a bit hurt, but she pushes those feelings down. "<<I don't like this idea, I don't like this idea at all..>>" in a fight, No, Nightlash wasn't the one they needed to worry about, specially in her poor state, however... What if Pharma went after her? Just so many what If's were running through her mind.

      Like it or not, she didn't have much weight, strength, or height to stop the injured femme, this was really proving to be an issue for her. Starlock though, did glance back to the others for their confirmation, if this was going to happen, Aid, Ratchet, and Whirl were going to be needed.... She'd.. Heistaintly, nod to Nightbeat.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet frowns as Nightlash starts talking, edges of his lips quickly becoming a scowl. She doesn't want to see them? Why? Does she not think he's good enough to- Ratchet stops pharma with a hand on his arm, stepping back to talk to him outside of Nightlash's immediate range, "Pharma as much as I hate to say this, she's distressed and frankly I won't be able to help her if she doesn't LET me. Can't you..." He has to take a deep vent, vying with his own pride and distrust, "Maybe... stay? even if its just to watch and make her feel better?"

**Pharma has posed:**
    Pharma was about to just keep walking, but when Nightlash mentions 'Rosy', he stops and frowns. << Rosy, hm? Surely, you mean Quartz. >> What a stupid-sounding name to have made up for herself. Did she want people to think some alien race had named her? << And what exactly did she want you to bring to me, hm? >> he asks suspiciously.

    And now Ratchet's hand is on his arm, though he doesn't seem to pay it much mind. He sighs. "Hmph. Fine."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid tense sa bit, watching Nightbeat,and the whole conversation. "Don't like how this feels, Whirl." he says.

**Nightlash has posed:**
<<I don't know... it's...locked. Here. The voices in my head...>> She taps her head lightly as she tightbeams to Pharma before looking at Ratchet...then the rest. "I just..." Whirl... Starlock... Nightbeat... "Just fix it... get the voices out..." She looks back at Pharma. "It has to be you..."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl growls at Nightbeat. "Touch me, an' I'm not goign to be the only one missing his hands," he says. "And I'm on duty 'cause I said I'd help find Nightlash -- which, I did, so you're welcome for that." He looks over at Nightbeat. "She's hurt y'null-signal glitch. You think maybe we could help her?"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid approaches. "Whirl's not misbehaving. Hes not doing anything wrong tonight are you?" he asks. "I can keep track of him."

**Nightbeat has posed:**
Nightbeat's helm inclines towards Starlock, nodding as if to assure Starlock that everything would work out just fine, though historically speaking, that has never happened.

 "<See>" he tight beams the group barring Nightlash, "<even Ratchet agrees this is strategic.>"

 Nightbeat frowns at Whirl. "Did you say something? I completely missed it."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's watching Nightlash with concern and worry, nodding at Ratchet's words... Her optics Snap back to Lash as she starts tapping on her helm, and speaking outside of tight beams. "<<...Aid, Whirl, by ready encase.. Something happens.>>" She'd state to the other two in her group tightbeam to Ratchet, Aid, Whirl, Nightbeat, and herself.

      She'd knit her ridges at Nightbeat, because, Yeah, so far, time and time again, history has proven to at least Starlock, that things /will not be okay./

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet gives a dour nod to Pharma before sliding over to Starlock, "Is her drone completed? her processor could be suffering because it isn't able to compensate on its own. If we get her her drone she might be able to think clearer and give us a better descritption of what is going on in her helm."

He then turns to Nightlash, "Nightlash, would you let me take a look if Pharma stays too?"

**Pharma has posed:**
    << What's locked? >> Pharma prods further. He folds his arms and watches the others, nodding at Ratchet's suggestion to Nightlash but not doing much else.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's optic narrows at Nightbeat. "Yeah, I said maybe we should help her, you null-signal glitch." He grumbles, tightbeaming back to Starlock and the others. <<On it, but I get the chance to throw hands at Nightbeat, I'ma take it. Guy is ridin' my aftplates.>>

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash looks from Pharma to Ratchet...and then gives a slight nod. "I...I... I just want it out..." She slumps, looking downright fatigued... <<Whatever ... I don't know Rosy, but...there's something. It says Rosy. It says it's locked.... for you. I can't... I don't know...>> She just...starts walking down the hallway away from everyone expecting Pharma and Ratchet to at follow.

**Nightbeat has posed:**
Nightbeat watches Nightlash start walking away, but doesn't follow her right away. As soon as he's assured that Nightlash isn't looking, he reaches for his blaster. He doesn't draw it yet, though.

 "You should help," he announces to Whirl, "by removing yourself from this situation. It's already volatile."

 He then proceeds to head down a different hallway, that runs adjacent to the one Nightlash is heading down.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would take a moment to think, and nodded. "Yes, I've been waiting for her to be found where it could be delivered to her, It was finished not long after I spoke with Jazz." She'd report, before glancing over as Nightlash concedes and lets Ratchet come with her and Pharma... Right next order of business.

      "<<Right, I don't do this often, so listen, and listen closely, put your petty bickering aside for ten-fragging minutes, and let's work together to ensure this place, Ratchet, and Nightlash are not blown sky-fragging high, and that's an /order./>>" She'd snap in her tightbeams taking another vent as Nightbeat starts moving.

      "<<Right, come on, Aid you already know what you'll need to do if this goes chassis up. Whirl, you are the only flyer here outside of Pharma, so we'll likely need you as air support... This is going to be a little rough, but be careful with what you say, we don't want Pharma knowing or catching onto us, alright? or Lash knowing we may be listening in, we need to be stealthy, don't all rush in down the hall at once.>>" She'd Explain as she soon followed after Nightbeat after breem.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods <<I'm ready to do what I need to. I might not like it doesnt mean I wouldn't if we have to>>> he tightbeams back. "Why don't we all just try to be calm." oh, Aid trying to calm people again.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet nods to Starlock, "See if you can get it brought down here asap." then turns and follows behind Nightlash, already activating his scanner to start to help the femme once she gets to wherever she is taking them. Right now he's more concerned getting her to let him help than herding her to a proper spot.

"So Pharma," He quietly starts, "Miss me already?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl hrumphs. <<You got it, Sarge,>> he says. <<Just point me at the enemy and I'm on them like rust on an Empty. I'll stick with Aid for the nonce.>> "I'm calm!" he says to First Aid. "I'm nice and calm and sensible, even."

**Pharma has posed:**
    Pharma grumbles, though he follows Ratchet. "This is a waste of time." Nightlash has clearly lost it. "She doesn't even know where she's going."

    He smirks at Ratchet's comment. "Who in their well-ordered processor would miss a grumpy old doctor with a terrible bedside manner?" he teases.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash doesn't know...not really. But she does know one thing, and that's where Pharma's office is...so that's where she's heading unless really directed otherwise, because...that's just where her head is at for the moment.

**Nightbeat has posed:**
Nightbeat has disappeared from sight, but she can hear him groan over the comms. "<Maybe if you'd actually asked Whirl to leave in the first place, you wouldn't have to pull rank>"

 A moment later, he tightbeams the group. "<I've got sights on her. She's heading for Pharma's office. I've managed to stay out of her sight for now.>"

**Starlock has posed:**
     As Starlock was running down the hallway she'd flick open her field monitor, locking on her mates signals, as well as putting in a message for Nightlash's new drone to be brought A.S.A.P to deltaran. "<<Once we're all outside the door, do NOT group too close together.>>" She'd warn, soo signaling for Whirl or Aid to come down the hall next.

      "<<Private, what did I just say?>>" She'd state in a flat tone to Nightbeat. Before nodding to herself, keeping hidden. "<<Good, keep it that way until we're positive of what's going on.>>" She'd respond. "<<Thank you Whirl, that is appreciated.>>" She'd respond in regards to him keeping cover on First Aid.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet lets a short snort slip, "I'll take that as a yes."

Then the frown is back. "Thinking anyone is a waste of time is why we tend to disagree." He watches as Pharma's office comes into view, "Besides, seems she knows where she's going perfectly well."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl starts down the hallway, following Starlock's orders. "C'mon, Firsters, stick with me an' I'll keep you safe. Well, not too close, I kinda tend to draw fire. Usually by firing at other people first."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes his head. 'You don't need to keep me safe." he says. "Its me who is going to keep you from doing something you'd regret, right?" He says, staying close to Whirl. "We'll get through this together."

**Pharma has posed:**
    Pharma chuckles at that answer. "I will not either confirm or deny your assumption."

    He then lowers his voice. "Don't tell me you aren't suspicious, Ratch...she told me some stranger she has never met has told her to give me something, but she doesn't know what it is? Why would she trust this person? We ought to be wary."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash gets to where she's going and steps into Pharma's office, promptly taking a seat in the chair in front of the Doc's desk and just...waiting, staring ahead blankly and otherwise unmoving, which...must be unnerving considering she's still in the same blasted, slagged state she was in, quite literally bleeding all over the place... and she just waits, ignoring Triage. Because...well, that's not who she was shouting for, is it.

**Nightbeat has posed:**
"<I'm literally not with you>" Nightbeat tightbeams Starlock back. "<Not sure why you're advising me to avoid mobbing the entrance of Pharma's office. I thought that bit was obvious>"

 Just then a shrill voice calls out, "Ratchet!! Ratchet!"

 Oh, it's Acus. She's /still/ here? Well, Optimus hadn't told her to go back to Messatine yet, so... apparently.

 "I have some urgent news to tell you!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starock frowns and rolls her optics, right, something to report to Jazz later, she doesn't have time to argue with him, she needed to focus on ensure the group was kept informed on what they where doing, for that matter, she flinches hearing that shrill voice. "<<Oh sweet sparkling Primus, of all times!>>" she'd plant her hand against her her face plate and optics.

      She'd then send a tightbeam to Ratchet. "<<...That femme form the gala-thingy is still here...>>" She'd state flatly.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet's optical ridges furrow, optics narrowed, "A stranger? Who did she say gave her something?" What is going on... And then his concentration is broken when Acus- oh no.- comes running down the hall, "I- what?" He glances to Pharma and Nightlash.

Save him.

**Pharma has posed:**
    "Quartz." Pharma answers when Ratchet asks who this 'stranger' was. "Stranger to her, but not to me. She's very dangerous, and I think she might be working with the Decepticons."

    Triage stares at Nightlash when she just walks in and plops down in his boss' seat. "Ahem, excuse me, can I help you??" He asks, sounding rather incredulous.

    Pharma comes to the door, but doesn't enter, instead he just stands in the doorway. "So where is this 'locked' thing you keep talking about, then?" he asks suspiciously.

**Nightbeat has posed:**
Nightbeat, from where he's hiding, can see Starlock rolling her optics. He doesn't get it. "</What?/>" He doesn't think he's done anything wrong, and totally didn't pick up on the fact that he'd sassed her and Whirl earlier (He calls it stating the obvious.)

 Acus runs up to Ratchet. "I've applied to be transferred here!" she says excitedly, reaching for his hand. "Still waiting to hear back but.. it'll be good news if I get to stay, right?"

 o\_o;

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash looks up as Pharma enters and suddenly seems to snap out of that silent stupor... "OH! Right... message...uh..." The femme reaches almost automatically into subspace to pull a cannister, moving over to hand it to the Doctor.

Though, before handing it over outright, she looks at Triage a moment, head canted to one side. "I'm sorry... it wasn't for you." She then looks at Pharma. "I just want them gone..."

And right about then, everything goes to slag as Pharma's office turns into Ground Zero, the medical building itself undoubtedly feeling the shock of the blast that's triggered.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet barely has time to think of a response to Acus' distressing statement when a blast sends him flying forward. He slams into the wall and has to duck down until the shaking stops. As he opens his optics they fritz a bit, trying to recalubrate as he comprehends what the slag just happened.

It clicks all at once.

Ratchet scrambles to his feet and races towards Pharma's office, waving away smoke, "Pharma!? Nightlash?" Almost as an afterthought, "Triage!?"

Please be alive, please be alive.

**Pharma has posed:**
    Pharma definitely didn't move to take that cannister, immediately finding it suspicious. He had backed away when she approached, so when the explosion goes off, he is thrown into the hallway and knocked out, but not dead by a long shot. Triage hadn't followed her toward the door, so he's in a similar state.

**Starlock has posed:**
     And everything goes to slag, and Starlock coughs through the smoke. "<<SLAG!>>" She'd shout, pushing herself up from getting knocked off her pedes from the blast's shockwaves, yep she knew this was a bad idea. Acting quickly, she rushes out of her hiding place and starts to the office to help Ratchet. "<<This is Sergeant Starlock! requesting IMMEDIATE response to Deltaran's west medical facility, a bombs been set off in Pharma's office!>>"

      "<<Whirl remember when I said we may need you for Air support? Yeah, can you get outside and see if it blasted through the wall? and if so IMMEDIATELY inform us if the upper floor is at risk of collapsing down on us.>>" And this, is why she'd state for everyone not to group up.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash is the closest to the boom. How wonderful. She gets, much like the others, thrown back, only...minus an arm. That armor's not looking to well, either, neither is her leg... I mean, you'd look so good if you were holding a bomb, too. She ends up crashing through the office furnishings and just winds up a motionless heap on the ground.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grunts as the blast causes him to crash into a wall. He manages to stay mostly on his feet, radioing back to Starlock. <<On it, Sarge,>> he says, pushing himself upright again. He turns and walks, quickly and with purpose toward the door. He does \*not\* run. Running draws attention. Running from an explosion draws attention from security forces. Running from an explosion while empurata draws attention from security forces who then want to show you how well their nightsticks work.

**Nightbeat has posed:**
When the bomb goes off, Acus screams, terrified. Shortly afterwards, she's followed Ratchet over to where Pharma and Nightlash are and is clinging to his arm. "W-What just happened? Ratchet, are you alright??"

 "Dammit!" Nightbeat curses, barely managing to avoid some debris that the bomb has loosened from the ceiling. He quickly subspaces his blaster and rushes to Nightlash's side, taking out a rag and applying it to the gaping hole in her shoulder where her arm should have been to stop the bleeding. "Ratchet!"

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet is quick to lunge into the chaos alongside Nightbeat, giving a quick check to Pharma- alive- and Triage- also alive- as he passes them. Acus gets a quick wave of his hand, shoo!, before he finds himself at Nightlash's side. "SLAGGIT ALL-" He kneels beside her, "Keep her still, I need to weld the wound shut!" He barely gives Nightbeat time to comprehend the order before he gets to work.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<Also ensure our floor isn't about to collapse down onto the one below us.>>" She'd quickly add, her mind starting to catch up to her body as she ensures the other responding doctors get Pharma and Triage pulled out before she rushes to help Ratchet and Nightbeat.

      "<<Everyones status?>>" She'd asked, that should of been her first question, but.. Well, lives were on the line, she'd pull her medical kit form her subspace and pop it open for Ratchet to get into quickly.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl reports back from outside. <<Ok, we got a small problem. Good news: the floors above you guys seem to be in decent enough shape -- bad news, the floor you're on? That's been compromised like a Senator's ethics. Wait, who'm I kidding? Senators din't have ethics. And you guys almost don't have a floor. You -- you might wanna get the frag outta there, like, now.>>

**Nightbeat has posed:**
Nightbeat immediately obeys Ratchet, despite the fact that the CMO didn't even give him time to comprehend his command. "<Stop stating the obvious and get the hell over here to evac Nightlash>" he tightbeams Whirl. He then glances over at Ratchet. "You have somewhere to take her where you can operate properly? We obviously can't stay here."

At least Acus finally got the memo and left in a hurry, she's now nowhere to be found.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grunts. <<I'm stating what I was told to report by Starlock, you glitch-ridden hand-hack,>> he says. <<Lucky for you, I like Nightlash more'n I wanna punch you...at this moment. Later, things could change. I'm comin' back in to help."

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet spares only a glance up, "If we can stabilize her and get her in my alt I can evac her to the Autobot's repair bay, we can know for certain she'll be safe there." He manages to do just that, sealing the last of the weak but holding welds, "I guess we know where all of Nightlash's missing components went now." He jokes humorlessly. "Come on, we move her now- gently.... then we get the other two."

**Nightbeat has posed:**
Nightbeat complies immediately, and with a surprising amount of gentleness and ease, he picks Nightlash up and moves her into Ratchet's alt, as soon as the CMO transforms.

 He also transforms, then says, "Let me know once she's repaired. I have a suspicion that she was.. manipulated into assisting the Decepticons, somehow, given her erratic behavior, and the ammunitions that were found in the aftermath of the skirmish at Ibex. That being said, you ought to check around her helm, and if possible, run some diagnostics on her cerebral circuitry."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<Thank you for the report Whirl, and copy that.>>" She'd state, before going to work to follow Ratchet's orders, mostly focused right now, trying to ignore Nightbeat and Whirl's squabbling... Though Ratchet's joke did get a smile out of the tired, and stressed femme. "...Eheh, don't you think that joke is a bit boom?" yes.. She responded with a pun.

      Starlock then gave Nightbeat a nod in response. "Right... Got a long Solar-cycle a head of us.."

**Ratchet has posed:**
Nightbeat should get the impression Ratchet is staring very hard at him, ".... Those the skills that make you Cybertron's greatest detective I see." Every mech in a ten block radius just figured that one out, Nightbeat. "It was Rosy, Pharma said so. Make sure that he and Triage are safe, if they tried something this bold then its likely Rosy will only escalate from here and theres no telling who else could get hurt with that one." He flips on the lights and sirens, "If I were you all.. I'd try and keep it close to the chassis Pharma survived, at least for now." And he's off.

**Nightbeat has posed:**
"Hardly," Nightbeat says, "you're a medic, not an investigator, so it's only natural for me to assume the worst about you when it comes to logic."

 "I doubt she was fully responsible," he continues, "Nightlash most likely said something to Pharma about it to bait him, given their history. Besides, it doesn't seem like you trust Pharma anyway, so how do you know he didn't lie to make himself look like the victim in all of this? He might be, but who knows. The possibilities are endless." And then Ratchet takes off, so he heads back to the Decagon.