1269/Repair and Refitting

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was bouncing around the medical bay, working away at the soldiers coming in injured from the siege. She was starting with the worst and most critical first! Course the nurses and other medics were scattered about also doing work, getting others stabilized and prepped for when Starlock, Aid, or another can get to them.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      One of those coming back from the siege is a medic herself. Healthpoint doesn't look too bad off, but is missing a lot of the already minimal armor plating she has. She salutes Starlock once she is inside, then moves to one of the beds and waits. She knows that from a triage standpoint she is not a serious case, so she doesn't try too hard to get anyone's attention.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nods to Healthpoint and well.. stares, this femme really had an armor problem didn't she? Fairly Starlock knew that pain. "Gemmie a tick Healthpoint.. Aid can you give me a hand here!" She'd call as she kept working on the mech in front of her as the nurses prepped Healthpoint.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint nods to Starlock, then just lies back. "It has been quite a while now, hasn't it?" she says to Starlock as she waits. "I am sorry about that. I have been...distracted...with personal demons." she says, then intakes slowly before venting just as slowly. "I think I have a handle on them now."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nods once more, and goes to sterilize her hands after working on another mech before going over to look over Healthpoint and.. Raises an optic ridge, now that she had a proper look at the damage and Healthpoint's own armor. "S'fine.. uhh.. Healthpoint." She'd as as she looked at the armor. "How long have you been running around with this?"

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      At first Healthpoint isn't sure what Starlock means. "With what?" she asks, then notices what Starlock is analyzing. "Oh, you mean my armor? Well...since I came online. Combat effectiveness was secondary to repair abilities. I'm a combat medic, but that really just means I am supposed to keep the warriors going even in heavy fire situations then keep my head down and offer fire support.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid heads into medical, moving to triage with Starlock. He noticed Healthpoint is in good hands with Starlock already, and nods. "Allright, who is next on the list?" he asks, already getting to work.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looks at Healthpoint in the optics, then to her armor, then to a datapad, then back to Healthpoint's armor, then back to Healthpoint's face, almost not believing what Healthpoint is saying, and looks lost for words. "...I don't know how to put this." She'd take a vent and puts her hands together, pressing her pointer fingers together upward then pointing them at Healthpoint.

      "...This Armor? Yeah, This is..." She'd groan. "I don't have words at just how wrong this is." She'd throw her hands up, offended. "Whoever did your armor, if that was intended, was an IDIOT." she'd finally say.

      "It's not only too thin, but it's not even correct for your size and frame! This.. This should be on a Mini-bot!" she'd continue in frustration as she started repairing her underline damage under armor. She then looked over. "Hey Aid!"

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint raises a hand to wave to First Aid as he arrives. "Hello First Aid. How are you?"

      Then Starlock starts that series of looks, and Healthpoint starts to feel self-conscious. "Oh...I suppose that's true for a front-line combatant, but it is usually good enough to keep me going during a fight." She hesitates a moment. "Do...do you think it is really that bad? I always figured it was to keep weight down so I could medi-vac fallen fighters quickly."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid gives a thumbs up "I'm fine." he says. "I'm just here to help with the injured." He pulls up a cart and goes to check on Healthpoint next. "Looks like we need an armor replacement over here."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Not just a replacement, a complete refitting, this.. She shouldn't even be running around with this, with this armor she shouldn't even be on the /frontlines./" Starlock would vent, bringing up a holo-screen with a comparison of the armor types. The type Healthpoint should have is /much/ bulkier, and heavier, but it's what's appropriate for her size... Even for a flyer!

      Starlock just puffs her cheeks, her optic ridges sitting into a hard line. "You're wearing Armor, weaker than /mine/" She'd emphasis. "Hell this wouldn't even protect you while evacing people with your size."

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint listens to all of this and just...kind of listens in that way a kid who isn't sure what they should say does. Eyes a bit wide, quiet, not moving. "Um...it...hasn't proven to be a problem yet? I mean it would be nice to be more sturdy, but shouldn't that armor go to the fighters who can actually take down the enemy soldiers? Even with repairs, a lightly armored fighter isn't going to last as long as a more heavily armored fighter." she says, then blinks. "...although...I -have- been wanting to be a more effective fighter. If I am on the battlefield, I should be able to contribute..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's optics settled into a flat look as she works. "Healthpoint, you're big, you're an /easy/ target, you are also a medic, making you a /bigger/ target, being on the frontlines just makes you as big a target as Sky Lynx." She'd huff as she kept working.

      "This armor? It's why you've been getting taken down so quickly." She'd grumble. "If you are going to be all that, you do, infact, /need/ all that armor else you'll never get to anyone fast enough because bots like Sixshot, and Ravage will knock you down faster than you can blink." She'd continue, lifting a hand and putting in an order for a set of new armor to be brought to the medical bay ASAP.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid starts to type in a dapad, working out what the refitting would require. "I think so too. We need something that keeps Healthpoint mobile, but is strong enough to take heavy fire."

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint finally sighs and smiles resignedly. "Yes, I see your point. In today's fight for example, what armor I do have was weakened immediately, and even a small hit started to feel like Megatron's tackle." she says. She is quiet a moment, then hmms. "I would not say no to some weapon systems upgrades and better targeting systems, either. Repairs are far from the only action that are taken on a battlefield, and if I can help take down enemy soldiers then it keeps ours from being injured so badly."

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl has been waiting patiently for repairs this whole time, while he is of course scrolling through reports and other field data. He's been listening to the conversation about Healthpoint's armor--and he knows why it is what it is...but of course he's not going to mention it to anyone here. At least not right now. He sort of glances over his datapad at them, his expression neutral as per usual.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gives aid a thumbs up and sends on of her Holo-screens over to him to look over what she had in mind. Starlock would also start cleaning her hands as she looked over her repairs for Healthpoint. "Can say that again, they've gotten a bit crazy with the armor wrecking weapons, so getting something that fits your frame properly, and is thicker, would be a good idea for someone like you." She'd nod, and pulled one of her holo-screens over to Healthpoint to look over, which contained her systems information.

      "Here, look over and mark what you'd like done and I'll see what I can do; Also knocking out enemy targets isn't the only way to help, but I understand you want to be more of the fighter aspect, then my support." She'd nod.

      "Right back, Aid can you please, keep an eye on her while I tend to Prowl?" She'd ask politely as she walked over to their S.I.C, nodding to him as she started repairs.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint nods as she takes the holo-display and starts inputting preferences. "Well of course it isn't the only way to help, but there is one thing that is true of all battles. The faster you take down the enemy, the less damage you and your allies take. Whether you have a good plan, ambush them, or already have the upper hand." she says, then pauses. "However, I of course want to broaden my medic abilities as well." She giggles a bit and shakes her head lightly. "...seems like I want it all, doesn't it?"

      She spares a look over at Prowl as Starlock heads over to him. "I...know it does not mean much coming from me, sir. But...you were excellent out there, as usual." she says, then goes back to her armor customization screen. "What do you think of this, First Aid?" she asks the other medic.

**Prowl has posed:**
    "As were you." Prowl replies briefly, and evenly to Healthpoint's compliment without looking up from the datapad.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Of course." he says. "Let me take a look at htis." He looks at the customizations "That looks pretty good to me. Just watch the weight and I think you'll be fine." he says.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock hems in thought. "Right did say I'd teach you how to calibrate systems, maybe interested in learning to fix armor in the field? I also haven't forgotten both you and Aid are interested in refueling gear." She'd muse as she worked... Starlock quirked a ridge though at Prowl's Praise to Healthpoint, but not for the reasons most would think, and shook her helm and chuckled.

      "..Well some may think that, but I don't think so? can't really afford to be too specialized." She'd smile before looking Prowl over, stepping back to pick up her cloth to clean her hands. "How does that feel Prowl? did I miss anything?" She'd question.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint lets out an ever so slight 'mmph' at the calm dismissal from Prowl, then goes back to the armor selection and nods to First Aid. "Right. If I put on too much weight then airlifting casualties would be more difficult unless I also received a strength modification." she says. She also nods in agreement with Starlock. "Versatility is an asset on the battlefield and in the repair bay." she says. She makes a few last adjustments on the holo-diagram of her armor, then sets it aside. "If you can submit this requisition for me it might have more weight than me submitting it myself, Starlock."

**Prowl has posed:**
    "It feels fine." Prowl replies, nodding to Starlock. "Good work, ensign." He doesn't comment on Healthoint's requsition, just sort of looks at her then goes back to the datapad.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gives gives Prowl a nod of acknowledgment, staring for a moment before letting whatever thought she was having, go and went to look over what Healthpoint had put in.

      "I'm not sure about that, I mean there are somethings I can help with, there likely things I'll need to direct you to other people for." She'd keep the holoscreen infront of her as she walked to get a datapad, loading something onto it from her computer, before walking back over to Healthpoint, and held it out to her.

      "Here, this has a book with recalibration studies, explanations, and such for you to study.. Once you finish that, I'll show you how to do the process on an actual patient."

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint takes the datapad, then nods lightly. "Alright. I'll submit it, then. Thank you...Ensign Starlock." She even gives a salute before smiling lightly. "That still seems strange. I am pretty sure I graduated before you, yet you have surpassed me in rank so quickly and become so good at the very things I've been trying to do. I guess I haven't been trying hard enough. Much harder if I want to catch up with you."

      She relaxes on her medical bed once more and closes her optics. "Thank you for your help, Starlock. And you too, First Aid."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckles lightly. "I understand that feeling, it's a bit jarring to me as well right now.. I don't know what prompted Jazz to promote me today, and in thinking about it, I didn't realize how well I'd thrive once given the proper support system.. Was always doubting myself and abilities..." She'd chuckle and sigh.

      "Aaand then Ratchet, Sky LYnx, and Aid Happened." She'd smile, glancing back to her fellow medibot. "All I know is, I don't want anyone to struggle Like I did, so, hopefully I can teach you what I can." She'd grin. "Need to help each other in these kinda times." She'd look at the list propper now.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid looks over as he works on the armor. "Well yeah." He says. "Im glad it happened too. We're quite the team arent we?" he asks. "Though you guys are all much better then I am." He syas. "Not a problem, Healthpoint. Just glad to see you back on the field and glad to help keep you alive."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock smiled, and as she walked passed, smooched First Aid's cheek, before sitting on the other side of Healthpoint with the holo-screen still up, and began work on that side for the new armor.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid gives an embarassed chuckle and smooches through his mask back at her. "Aww, Starlock." He says, his optics lighting in a 'blush'. "Okay okay lets work on that armor."