1334/A Wound and A Deal

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's back at her post after the night out at maccs the day before, she's still digging through things on her datapad, looking for the information Juris requested.. She lets out a hem as she does.. She looks up now and then to ensure everyone is still in the medical bay.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer walks into the repair bay, holding his hand to the top of his head. His helmet is dented and cracked, and a trickle of energon runs down his face. His expression is a mix of discomfort and chagrin. Spotting Starlock, he looks both embarrassed and relieved. He approaches the medic with a pained smile. "I'm sorry to bother you," he says. "Especially for something stupid, but... could you take a look at my head?" He takes off his helmet, revealing a somewhat nasty impact wound.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus is nearby, back in the medbay where he 'should' be. He's pacing slowly, leisurely taking a stroll around the medical bay while whistling a caustic tune. He calls over to Starlock, "Hey babe! When you've got a minute, I need to talk to you."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock glances up seeing Springer and is a bit startled. "Primus almighty, what happened?!" She'd snap as she quickly moved to help Springer over to a medical berth. "Also it's not dumb in the slightest, head injuries are quite serious." She'd point out, before glancing a Pug with some annoyment. "What did I tell you about calling me 'Babe' Private?" She'd grumble "I can once I'm done with Springer." She'd tack on.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus smiles with such faux-innocence at the medic, pulls out an enercig, takes a puff, and waits.

**Springer has posed:**
    "Just an accident," Springer answers vaguely, leaning forward so Starlock can examine the wound. The injury is straight across and wedge-shaped at a 90-degree angle - like he was hit by something with a square angle really, really hard. A lesser mech would probably be unconscious. Or someone not quite as hard-headed. Without moving his skull, Springer gives Pug an annoyed glance as he lights up in the medbay. "Do you mind?" he demands.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock squints at the wound. "Did someone smack you with an Energon cube or something?" She'd ask as she started cleaning and tending to the wound, giving a glance back at Pug and grumbled. "No smoking in the medical bay." She'd call.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus marches calmly over to Springer and Starlock. He lifts the enercig to his mouth and takes a long draw from it. Then, he blows the smoke right in their faces before crushing the enercig in his palm. He grins, huge.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer blanches a bit and mutters, "No I uh... hit my head while Springing." He turns his head to look away in embarrassment, possibly disrupting Starlock's examination. "I, uh, got distracted and didn't see an overhead sign. Ironically, it was a warning sign about maximum headroom...." He shakes his head at Repugnus's antics, not completely surprised.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gives Springer that judgmental look a mother would a child when they admit to being naughty, but just shakes her helm, and pats his shoulder, continuing work... She gives pause, and looks very annoyed at what Repugnuse does, and oh does it raise her fuel pressure, but she's not going to kick him again... YET.

      "Private, I suggest you take a seat on your breth." She'd hiss.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus strolls away and waits beside his medical berth. He lights up another enercig.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer holds very still while Starlock examines him and patches him up, quieting down so she can work.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Privaaate." Starlock hisses as she gets the patch into place, after correcting the dent and welding it shut. She then cleaned her hands and turned to start striding for Repug's berth.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus takes another long drag from his enercig and puts it out at his discretion, waiting a few minutes to enjoy his enercig after Starlock arrives, "So, babe," he begins, noticably speaking rather quietly, "Pug here needs your assistance. They cut my weapons when I was made a 'guest' of Garrus-1. Ever since then, the Autobos haven't seen fit to restore my abilities. That's where you come in."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock raises a ridge and crosses her arms, specially with him whispering, "Ah..haaah?" She'd say gesturing for him to go on, and continue his explanation.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus taps the edge of a clawed digit to his chin, "I have a circulatory system of acid that's been neutralized. It's supposed to be powerful enough to paralyze. Right now, it barely eats the paint off a drone," It's his turn to look irritated, "And my extra-sensory claws are dead."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock crosses her arms. "Okay, so tell me this, would I get in trouble with command or any commanding force if I did this? would I be violating anything?" She'd question him, looking over, they disabled them for a reason, one she can probably guess, but at the same time she didn't exactly /like/ the idea of someone's body and natural functions being tempered with like that.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus considers her concerns, "Mmm.." he says seriously, "I doubt it," he shrugs, "It's a low priority, obviously. I'm nearly a sitting turbo-duck out there in battle. Pug won't let em throw you to the Pit," he tells her. Is that sincerity...? Hard to say, "It's been long enough." he looks squarely at Starlock, "Look, if I wanted to get even with them over it, I'd have done it before now, and you'd know about it."

He holds out his hand. In it is a small reinforced vial of something green, "Start with this. I got it from that bat-Decepticon."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock huffs, and rub at the back of her helm. "...I'll see what I can do, but you /better/ behave, already been punched by Jazz once, and if this is gonna stick you're going to need to be on good behaviour." She'd instruct, like that wasn't an option.

      She'd raise a ridge and take the vial carefully looking it over. "Huh.. this a sample of that corrorsive he uses?"

**Repugnus has posed:**
"Yeah. My venom ain't worth a shanix. I thought it might be useful," he doesn't acknowledge what else Starlock has said, though he certainly heard her.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Should be interesting to see on a slide, considering it burns everyone else but him from what I'm told." She'd mose as she looked at it in the glass and moved to a work table, bringing over a slide and a microscope to look at a small sample of it. "...We clear on the behaving part?" She'd ask glancing back.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus returns such a wicked grin, "Clear." he says, returning to draw on his enercig as he heads for the medbay door.