1054/What Happened To The Fastest Mech Alive?

**Pharma has posed:**
    It's a typical day at Deltaran Hospital in Iacon, with physicians, technicians, and other medical staff bustling about their business. For them, all this news about Blurr is just like another typical day of work. The planet has been at war for what seems like eons with no end in sight, so it doesn't come as a surprise that some of those caught in it are growing weary of its many struggles. He's certainly not the first to do what he did, and he won't be the last by a long shot.

    The speedster had been kept in an intensive care unit on the top floor, under constant guard by at least one security mech and his attending physician, Pharma, as per Jazz's orders. Visitors were allowed, though of course vigilance was still maintained according to aforementioned orders. Well, at least, according to any readily accessible records.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid comes in the hospital, here to help with anything that needs help with. The young medic checks in on medical frequencies. "First Aid, arriving at Deltara. Im here to give an extra hand in the ICU." so thats what he does when hes not prepping things. Always working somewhere else.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     It wouldn't take long for the Prime to step into the hospital, optics scanning those moving to and from, tending to their duties. Unsurprisingly, he caught a few double takes from people likely not expecting him. He approached one of the attendants, inquiring as to the location of Blurr, before making his way to the stated area. He moved with a purpose, but not in such a manner to cause disruption to the staff.. well, not in any manner that his presence hadn't already caused. When he entered the corridor leading to where Blurr was located, his helm turned in both directions, looking for any sign of where to head.

      His optics rested on a security mech, and he started working his way down towards them.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Stalrock walked behind the the Prime, having come from the same direction he had, and gave First aid a smile as they passed and a two finger salute in greeting, she was notably remaining quiet though.. There was a moment though where she stopped, and debated if she needed to sign in, eventually electing to, encase anything happened, better to have a paper trail then to not, after all, and continued behind Optimus.

      There was some relief that came to her, that Jazz's orders had not come entirely too late.

**Glyph has posed:**
Weaving through the halls of Deltaran is a blue hovercraft, perhaps comparable in agility to Blurr, but not size. Upon arriving near the ICU, the minibot transforms, his gaze immediately landing on Pharma. His expression pensive and concerned, he approaches the doctor. For now, it seems, that he hasn't noticed the others who have also apparently come to investigate what's going on with Blurr.

 "Pharma, right?" he says, "how's he doing?"

**Pharma has posed:**
    First Aid is immediately sent up to the ICU to start his duties, along with receiving comments about people having spotted Prime himself up there so maybe he'll get a glimpse.

    Speaking of Optimus, he does spot a security guard heading down the hallway toward he and Starlock. He sort of does a slight double take at the unexpected sight of his commander-in-chief. Then seeing that Optimus actually seems to be headed toward -him-, he stops and throws a salute. "P-Prime! Sir, I...wasn't expecting to see you here today."

    Meanwhile, in a different part of the intensive care ward, Glyph finds Pharma heading toward a gravlift. Pharma sighs at the question, looking grave. "Not good. I'm afraid it's no simple task to force someone who doesn't want to get better, to get better. I had to transfer him to the CR unit--if that won't do him any good, then we may have to seek out...other options."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     He continues down the hallway, coming to a stop as he nears the security mech. He returns the salute as he keeps his gaze on the mech. "No one was. At ease. I'm told Blurr is here in the ward." He looks back, spotting Starlock nearby, nodding slightly before he looks back to the security mech. "I've only been informed of what I've seen in reports and the news. I wanted to check in on him myself, and see if anything has been discovered about what's affecting him."

      At that, Optimus folds his arms over his chest, the light shifting of metal and wires tensing from the motion could be heard. He stepped back, moving out of the way of the staff that were moving around the area, but kept those blue optics resting on the mech. "Don't suppose you know where he's located, do you?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock came up beside Optimus and folded her hands, listening to what was being said, finials twitching tentatively as she kept herself very vigilant of her surroundings... She'd wanted badly to quit working here so many times after she'd found out about Pharma, but always had talked herself out of it, mentally, due to other factors.

      Outwardly, she was waiting politely to speak, by ether being addressed by the guard or by Optimus, but she was making it apparent, she was here with her leader today... Though at the thought she did give the guard a polite nod of her helm in greeting.

**Glyph has posed:**
Glyph's frown furrows deeper. "What exactly do you have planned for Blurr?" the minibot speedster asks, his tone hard to read.

 There's an uncomfortable pause, and then Glyph sighs. "Ah, sorry. I'm just worried, that's all. I was present when he.. well, you know. Can't help but feel rather responsible for what happens to him," he says, offering Pharma a sad smile. "I guess I'd just like to know a little more about these options, if that's at all possible."

**Pharma has posed:**
    "Affecting him? With all due respect, sir, I don't think he has a disease or anything. I think he's just--" The mech shakes his head, not finishing that thought. "Well I'm sure the docs could tell you better. Anyway, yeah, he just got transferred down to CR earlier today, was headed there myself just now to uh, resume my duties."

    Pharma frowns at Glyph's admission, giving him a compassionate look. "Oh, I...am sorry you had to go through that. It must have been hard." then he smiles, patting Glyph on the back. "We will do everything in our power to get him back on his feet again."

    He goes over to the reception desk in a nearby waiting area and picks a pamphlet off of a rack full of various different information packets, and hands it to Glyph. "This should tell you everything you need to know about what further options he has should the CR treatment be ineffective." The packet basically summarizes the New Institute's recent launch and its current policies and practicies.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     The ridges above Prime's optics furrow downward for a moment as the mech starts speaking. ".. Noted." He nods as he continues, before unfolding his arms and motioning easily over Starlock, for the mech to proceed as he was. "The Sergeant and I will join you, then." For the moment, there wasn't too much from Optimus, as locating and getting to Blurr was his primary concern at the moment. However, a tightbeam transmission is sent directly to Starlock.

 <<Documentation indicated that Sanguin.. whatever. I remember reading such. Something just doesn't feel right.. stay alert.>>

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nodded simply to both the guard and Optimus, and would follow closely when they started moving.

      "<<You have noooo idea..>>" She'd tightbeam back to him, knowing exactly what he was going to get onto, The tone, and stress in her voice alone could likely indicate just how much she was actually aware of. "<<...One the things Ratchet and Sky Lynx I hope will brief you on properly.>>" she would add after a moment.

**Glyph has posed:**
Glyph smiles back at Pharma, nodding. "It's alright.. It was hard, but I'm doing alright," he says, "Thanks for trying. I'm sure you all will."

 When Pharma hands him the packet, he nods, thumbing through it briefly. He chuckles slightly. "Damn. You know, I tried to get into med school, once. Didn't get in though. Heh. Guess I'm just curious about what it took to be the director of this project. Or.. at least deeply involved in it."

**Pharma has posed:**
    "Uh, right. Sure, sure thing." The security guard says, nodding. He starts to head toward the gravlift on this end of the building, holding the doors open for the two superior officers to enter before he himself does, then signalling it to move to Sublevel 5. Down it goes, and in no time the doors open again. He steps out. "All right, I'm going to go report in quick. I'm sure someone around here can tell you were Blurr's being kept."

    With that, he heads off. To the right, lettering on the wall above indicates the reception area for the Cryogenic Regeneration Unit. A bored-looking clerk is sitting at the desk.

    "Oh, don't flatter me, I'm far from the director." Pharma remarks, chuckling in response to Glyph. He shrugs. "It's certainly hard work, and it takes time." A pause. "Well, if you wanted to head to CR, it's on sublevel 5. I'd love to stay and chat, but plenty to do around here as you can see."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Following after the security mech, sure that Starlock was close behind, he entered the gravlift, remained silent during the descent, and then stepped out on Sublevel 5. He looked to the security mech and nodded acknowledgement, before resting his sight on the wall. "Easy enough."

      He steps up to the clerk, optics focusing on them for a moment, before cutting right to the point. "What room is Blurr currently located in?" The creeping feeling of unease continued to rest within his spark, but he maintained his collected external appearance and intonation in his voice patterns.

      Eventually, a response tightbeam was directed back to Starlock. "<<I suspect you have your own thoughts on that topic as well, Starlock. Thoughts I would like to hear, when time permits.>>"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Thank you sir." Starlock would quickly state to the security guard with a nod as she kept up with the much larger bot. She'd wave to the board receptionist with a smile, but once more allowed Optimus to do the talking, big guy was the one with the most power and clearance here... "Hello." She'd state quickly.

      "<<...Agreed, this isn't the time for debriefs, or for me to go on Rants.>>" She would joke slightly with her serious statement, in a bid to try and relax herself of the growing unease she was feeling, which was strange, she had come into the hospital feeling completely calm and confident.

      They were not doing anything bad, nor were they not doing anything they were not allowed to do, so the question to herself was, why?

**Glyph has posed:**
Glyph nods. "Well, I believe you, guess there was a reason why I didn't get into med school." He winks at the doctor with a laugh, subspacing the pamphlet. "I'd love to know more about the projects the New Institute works on, even if the answers you give me have to be generally vague," Glyph says. "Maybe we could go for a drink sometime." He then starts heading for the gravlift. "Will do. Thanks for letting me know!"

**Pharma has posed:**
    The clerk practically jumps out of his seat and hits his head on the ceiling or something. Okay, he doesn't hit his head, but he drops some datapads onto the floor. "Ah! Oh, P-Prime!" he says, upon seeing his Commander. "Wow, I--" he clears his throat. "I mean, right. Blurr. Let's see, here..." he starts looking through the records on the workstation in front of him. He frowns, staring at the screen. "Uhhhhh, huummmm....looks like the system doesn't like me today--heh, heh...Huh." He keeps murmuring to himself.

    "Well we could always use more volunteers to help out." Pharma replies good-naturedly. "There should be information in that packet about where to go if you wanted to do that." Upon arriving downstairs, Glyph would catch sight of Prime and Starlock talking to the receptionist at the front of the CR unit.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     His ridge narrows even even, the bright blues of his optics dimming to darker blue. He keeps his gaze on the clerk for a moment longer, until he hears the gravlift. His attention remains on the clerk, however. ".. is that right." His tone started shifting towards one of being displeased, and he made no effort to hide it.

      He looked now to Starlock. "My patience is being tested, it would seem." He intentionally spoke aloud, before shifting his attention to the gravlift once more. When he spoke again, it was clear that his words were meant for the clerk. "Time is running out for the system to like you again. I want to know where my Autobot is. Failing that.." His optics shift to the clerk once more. ".. I'll contact Pharma. Personally."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid looks up from the supplies. He wanders over, meek as always, just quietly listening, gathering what he can of the situation. "I.." He pauses. "I'd like to help in any way I can as well." he volanteers.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock quirked a ridge. "What's it doing?" Not the first time she'd have to deal with a faulty computer, nor would it be her last... Assuming there /was/ something wrong. She'd glance back on hearing a lift, and blinked upon seeing who it was. "Oh.. Hey glyph." Starlock would chime, nodding to her fellow Mini-bot.

      She'd glance up, becoming suddenly very alert to her leaders tone and shuttered her optics and gave the clerk a nervous smile, before her attention went to Aid. "Aid." She'd nod quickly.

**Glyph has posed:**
Glyph smiles and salutes. "Definitely. If you need someone in linguistics or forensics, I'm your guy. Let me know." He then enters the gravlift, and heads to the CR Unit, where the other bots currently are.

 He notices Optimus standing in front of the clerk, and grins widely. "Commander! What a surprise. You're here to see Blurr, I assume." He nods at Starlock and Aid, then turns to the clerk. "Do you mind if I come behind the desk to check it out myself?" he asks quite directly.

**Pharma has posed:**
    The clerk shrinks under the Prime's commanding gaze, his frame practically shaking with embarrassment. "I-I y-yessir!" he says desperately, typing furiously. "Stupid thing..." he mutters. "Uh," He glances at Starlock. "Well, it's uh...well it would appear that we have no record of ever receiving Blurr down here, actually, s-so, maybe someone forgot to check him into the system? A-are you sure he isn't still upstairs in the ICU?"

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     He offers a nod to Glyph, before shifting his attention down to First Aid. "Noted." Optimus was clearly nearing the end of his patience, so his words have become very pointed now. His optics shift to Starlock. "I'm going back to the ICU to find Blurr. Contact Pharma, and whoever else you can reach. I want the location, and if someone questions it.. tell them it's on my order."

      With that, Optimus steps towards the gravlift once more, arms unfolding from his chest as he presses the button, and then clenches his hands. When the door opens, he steps inside, turning to face the remaining 'Bots. His expression was hardened.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid hears the words he hasn't checked in and runs for the gravlift, moving to the ICU. "Im on it." he seme paniced a little. A patient hasnt checked in and is missing. This..isnt good.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock frowns and holds up a finger, pinging First aid on a private frequency. "Having First Aid also Check the ICU now." She'd chirp to Optimus, before looking to the clerk. "The security guard told us he was just moved down here." She'd nod to the clerk. "If you need, I am a doctor here, I work under Ratchet, so if you need i could go check the rooms and see if I can find him?" Somethings wrong, very wrong.

      She'd start making a move for the hallway. "I have also signed into the system already do don't need to log me in." She'd offer in a bid to be helpful.

      "<<Ah I don't have him on any frequencies but the Autobot general commlink, if you want to ask him yourself.>>" She'd say over a tight beam to Optimus.

**Glyph has posed:**
When the clerk doesn't respond to his request, Glyph simply moves in behind the desk quietly and leans over the clerk's shoulder. He watches as First Aid and Optimus head to the ICU to search for Blurr, but doesn't follow them.

 He shakes his helm at Starlock. "I don't really think that's gonna get you anywhere," he says. Instead, he hmms, and reaches for the keyboard. "May I?" he asks the clerk again. "There's just something I want to check." Then he chuckles. "If it's any comfort, when Optimus returns, I'll tell him you were the one to find whatever I want to check."

**Pharma has posed:**
    The clerk nods as Optimus heads back toward the gravlift, looking visibly relieved. That was -definitely- embarrassing. He checks Starlock's ID in the system, and lets her enter the CR unit, where she'll find a long hallway united with rooms filled with CR chambers, and the various drones and staff that attend to their maintenance.

    The gravlift doors close and start to go back up with Optimus and First Aid inside, though it stops on one of the office floors to let another mech on. From the looks of his Deltaran badge, he's a PA. Strangely, unlike everyone else they've encountered, he doesn't do a double take at seeing the Prime himself. In fact, he seems to not even notice him, his optics glued to the floor as he mumbles nervously to himself...

    The CR clerk tries to swat Glyph away. "Ah-ah! You're not authorized to access our systems." he says grumpily, now that Prime is gone. "There is -no record- of Blurr ever being here. If he's not still in the ICU, then someone must have moved him without documenting it. Pharma is his attending physician, so ask -him-."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Optimus rests his gaze on First Aid as he join him on the gravlift, and then looks ahead once more as the doors close. He shifts his ridge slightly at the tightbeam he received, before the gravlift stops. Noting the actions of the mech who joined them, a frustrated vent escaped the sides of his helm.

      That feeling of uneasiness that he felt in his spark had taken stronger hold now, as he lifted his arm up and activated his radio, tuning to the general Autobot frequency before his voice was projected through it. "Attention Autobots. This is Optimus Prime. Reports stated Blurr was at the ICU. Upon checking, we were directed to Cryogenic Regeneration. No record of transfer was filed. I have one question.. where. Is Blurr."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would frown at a thought, and tightbeams Glyph. "<<Glyph, be very.. very, very careful.>>" she'd vaguely hint in concern as she got to the back and took in a deep vent, and started a line of thoughts in order to steel her nerves, and get that air of grouchy determination Ratchet would get when someone started messing with /his/ patients.

      She'd start knocking on doors, and trying door handles after such, while Optimus talked over the Autobot commlink, which was likely a big enough distraction, to keep people from questioning what she was doing, then again, being a doctor here, lent her the cover already of not needing it.

      "<<I'm in the CR unit hall, checking rooms, be ready case I don't respond, or abruptly get cut off.>>" She state into her tight beam to Optimus, and First Aid.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid gets the message. "Right." He says, getting in the lift with Optimus. "Allright, elts get that ICU checked. I have a pretty bad feeling about this."

**Glyph has posed:**
"<You talking to me?>" the blue minibot chuckles jokingly over the comms to Starlock.

 Glyph ignores the clerk, and instead, puts the clerk and Optimus on the same frequency when he radios Prime, "<Commander, may I have permission to try and pull Blurr's patient records and any relevant information pertaining to his location?>"

 But he kind of already knows what Prime's answer is, so instead of adhering to the clerk's reprimand, he gently pushes the clerk aside with an "Excuse me," and starts to attempt to hack the system to look for Blurr's records along with their date stamps, as well as any surveillance footage of both the CR unit and the ICU.

**Pharma has posed:**
    When Prime suddenly starts projecting over the comms, the mech who just joined them in the gravlift suddenly looks up and seems to realize just who is in this room with him. This just seems to cause him to become even more nervous. Now he's visibly shaking, and he signals the elevator again to the floor nearest to its current position. The doors open, and he starts to rush out, as if trying desperately to get away from Optimus.

    Starlock won't be met with any opposition as she starts checking the rooms, since she is after all a medic herself. However, she won't find any evidence of Blurr anywhere. As the records indicated, he's simply not here.

    "H-hey!" the clerk shouts irritably as he gets shoved aside. If Glyph digs deep enough into Deltaran's systems, he will indeed see that it seems Pharma authorized Blurr's transfer to the CR unit, but the CR unit never received a check-in on their end. Surevillance footage would also show Blurr being taken from the ICU just a few cycles ago, but that's it. Conveniently, there appears to have been some kind of glitch in the firmware that resulted in some of the footage from around that time becoming corrupted and therefore inaccessible. The clerk grumbles. "A bit -premature-, don't you think? Prime didn't give you authorization -yet-. Then he sighs when Glyph finds the corrupted files. "Sorry, the system seems to have glitched out for a few breems there. Must have been the recent firmware update, hmph."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Optics remain resting on the mech who had joined them, as he continued to speak into the radio. "<Do so, Hyperdrive. Report any findings to me. Glyph, authorization granted.>" Before he even finished speaking, his free hand reached out immediately upon the doors of the gravlift opening, and came to clamp down on the shoulder of the PA Mech. "Let's have a talk, you and I." He lowers the arms housing his radio, as he proceeded to step off of the gravlift, moving the PA Mech with him as well, should he be able.

      Optimus looks back to First Aid on the lift. "Continue up to ICU. Search everywhere." Assuming First Aid would comply, Prime looks back to the PA Mech now, optics narrowing as his voice shows patience to be worn out. "My time has been wasted enough trying to figure out what is going on, so don't make the mistake that others have. If you know something, it would be in your best interest to share that information with me."

      Giving the Mech time to respond, he tightbeams a message to Starlock. "<<Noted. Watch your aft. I've got a PA Mech up here who suddenly developed a case of the shakes upon my broadcast. First Aid is heading to ICU. I'm on a different floor. Hyperdrive is scouting to find Blurr.>>"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock smiled at hearing Glyph, and responding back in the tighty beam in an amused tone "<<Darn Right I am. Be careful, don't want you getting' hurt.>>" She'd be quick to slip the scowl back on and continue her search for a few more breems, ensuring she checked each room, before turning around and started jogging back to the reception area Glyph was at.

      "<<He's not down here in the CR, if he's not up there in the ICU, well, I don't think I need to tell you to Raise hell>>" She'd state in a tight beam to Optimus, First Aid, and Glyph.

      "<<Copy That>>" She'd quickly respond.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Yes, sir." He continues to ICU, brining out one of his scanners. If anyone is hn here, he'll be able to tell. "Blurr? If you hear us. Let us know where you are." assuming maybe he was here and somehow got out or something. "We just want ot know where you are."

**Glyph has posed:**
Glyph teases, "<Damn, really? I thought you'd mispaged and meant to tell that to Optimus instead. Just kidding. Don't worry, I'll be more than alright>"

 Glyph just grins and winks at the clerk when Optimus grants him authorization. "<Already on it>" he says to Prime.

 Glyph takes all this information in, noting Pharma's authorization, the missing the check in, as well as the glitched out footage due to the 'firmware update.' He immediately takes out a datastick and starts downloading all pertinent information, including the corrupted files. "Ah, no need to apologize, I'll get the bottom of it," he says goodnaturedly to the clerk, despite the mech's ill treatment of him. He then pulls up the error report, alongside to the system's history of the firmware's malfunctions.

 He then tight beams the group. "<Pretty sure Blurr just isn't here. But I've got an inkling about where they might have taken him>"

**Pharma has posed:**
    The PA freezes when he feels that firm hand on his shoulder. Scrap. It looked like he wasn't getting out of this. He doesn't resist as Optimus steps off of the gravlift with him, and onto what appears to be a recreational floor for Deltaran's staff. "S-sir..." he says, his voice small. "Please, this is all just a m-misunderstanding. H-he wasn't responding to treatment and wouldn't recover from surgery, so Pharma sent him to CR. It worked, he woke up and we gave him th-the options we're supposed to, a-a-and he signed the consent forms, I-I swear it!"

    First Aid's efforts to search for Blurr in the ICU also prove fruitless. If he asks anyone, they'll just tell him what the security guard told Prime earlier, that he'd been transferred to CR on sublevel 5.

    As Glyph scours the data, it's true that there was a firmware update, but the 'bug' the clerk was talking about doesn't look anything like any of the other malfunctions it has previous had. While the others were mostly just static references that some idiot forgot to update or other loophole, this one seemed to actually contain malicious code.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Prime kept his optics resting on the PA, and the more he spoke, the worse the feeling in his spark grew. The large form of Optimus bent down now, his helm moving closer to the PA, as his voice lowered. ".. I hope that your words are truth, and you're not covering something up. Otherwise.. we'll be speaking again.." As he said such, his battleplate slid down over his face. ".. without so many words. Are you certain that you're not lying to me.." His tone wasn't one of casual disposition anymore. "You have one more chance."

     He heard the tightbeamed messages relayed to him, and sent one back. Very simple. Very direct. And very annoyed. "<<Find Pharma. Now. If he resists, take him to Autobot Command by force.>>"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would come to where Glyph was a frown on her face. "<<...I've got a pretty bad inkling of where he maybe too, just hope yours is more solid than mine.>>" She'd tightbeam back to Glyph, Optimus, and First Aid. Her finials perked at The primes response and started to think, and think hard, she knew for a fact the Institute was located somewhere /in/ deltaran, given the location given on the flyer... And what she knew from everyone combined..

      It maybe hidden below? But that did seem to obviuse for something of this sort. "<<Aid, any idea where Pharma was last seen?>>" she'd ask the group as she started to pace around the room trying to think as she ran her hands over her helm.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid tightbeams back to Starlock, Glyph and Optimus << Nothing in the ICU I just.. what is it, Starlock. What do you think happened? Pharma?>> Theres a long pause. The young medic sounds afraid. <<You dont think he...>>

**Glyph has posed:**
"<Eh, actually 'inkling' is probably a vast understatement>" he tightbeams back to Starlock. "<99.9% certainty that Blurr was taken to the New Institute, but that ward in and of itself isn't a secret. I could walk over there right now and ask for a tour, and they'd probably let me schedule one. What's concerning, is the lengths they have gone to cover up that they took Blurr there. It seems probable that this isn't something Blurr necessarily agreed to.>"

Glyph scans the error and malfunction history reports, and frowning slightly, downloads both. "Heh, looks like a malicious injection," he says to himself. He then turns to the clerk with a broad grin. "Thanks for all your help!" Then he transforms and heads towards wherever Prime is. He tight beams the Commander and the rest of the group. "<I just saw him on my way over to the gravlift to the CR unit. With all due respect sir, I doubt Pharma is trying to hide from you. If he's really up to something, there's no way he would have let catching him in the act be this easy>"

**Pharma has posed:**
    The PA stares at Prime, his optics wide and terrified. Who knew Optimus could be so scary? Now he knows how some Decepticons feel on the battlefield. "I-I...I'm so sorry sir, b-but w-we were being pressured! Y-you were off-world, a-and he didn't think we could--"

    Just when the mech seemed to be about to cave, Pharma himself interrupts, walking up with a tray box of snacks from one of the break areas. It seems he won't need to go searching for the esteemed physician. "Optimus Prime." he says pleasantly. "What a pleasant surprise, sir." he peers at his PA cowering there, chuckling. "Ah, what has Triage done this time? Whatever it was, I deeply apologize. He does get nervous around higher ranking officers, not to mention the Prime himself."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     As the PA started lagging remnants of the truth, he would slowly loosen his grip on his shoulder, but not entirely. As soon as he heard Pharma, there was another narrowing of his optics. He leaned in very close, so that only the PA could hear him. ".. don't. Go. Far." He then released the mech, motioning slightly with his helm down the corridor opposite of Pharma's approach. Once the PA turned away from Optimus, his battleplate would retract and slide back. Then Prime turned to face Pharma, while sending a tightbeam to the others. "<Pharma is here with me.. and with all due respect, Glyph.. I don't take chances when the spark of an Autobot is at risk. But we can discuss that more in depth later, if you prefer.>"

      Remaining quiet for the moment, he watched Pharma, before slowly bringing his arms up to fold over his chest, and calm civility seemed to be a foreign software for Optimus at the moment. "Triage. Right. Where is Blurr. What did he sign. And don't lie to me. I am not in the mood. Efforts have already been put into effect to impede the search for Blurr."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<....He'd mentioned that this had happened so many times before, why I was trying to ensure that people knew it maybe attempted again.>>" Starlock sighed over the commlink, basically confirming Glyph's suspension, and sighed, before chasing after Glyph, letting out a nervous laugh. "<<Nooo offence there Glyph, I've uh.. I cannot emphasis given how i've been covering my aft the past deca-cycles.">>

      She'd think a moment as she ran, and even activated her own pede boosters to catch up with Glyph. "<<..Understood Sir... Orders? do we head over to try and find him?>>" She'd ask over the tightbeam, she could feel knots forming in her tanks.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid stays quiet and by Starlock. This is the first time he's seen Prime in action and frankly hes oerwhelmed and impressed. <<She.. shes right. I mean we had our suspicions but.. I hate to see it brought to this. I hate for them to be real>> he tightbeams to the group.

**Glyph has posed:**
"<Sir, of course. My apologies. I didn't mean to sound like I was demeaning the importance of an Autobot's spark. What I meant was that it's probably going to require some serious recon to discover what it is exactly that he did wrong and what happened to Blurr, if that is the case.>" Shortly after Optimus confronts Triage and Pharma, Glyph arrives, protoforming in front of the trio. "Oh, hey Pharma, long time no see," he says amicably. He listens carefully as Prime requests to know what Blurr signed, and where he is. "So you mean, there was a consent form, right?" he says, glancing around. "Let's have a look, yeah? No need to twist our pistons."

**Pharma has posed:**
    Triage nods fervently. "Y-yessir, of course not sir!" he blurts out, and heads in the direction Prime has indicated, quite relieved that Pharma has come to his 'rescue' this time.

    Despite Optimus' mood, Pharma seems perfectly calm. He puts the snack box down on one of the rec room tables nearby, then himself has a seat at it as Glyph drives up. "Oh, Blurr--yes, of course. He wasn't responding to any treatment or surgery we'd attempted, so I had him transferred to CR. Surprisingly, it worked like a charm--even more quickly than any of us expected. Naturally, once he was lucid enough, we presented him with the appropriate options in light of his recent actions as per the newly implemented protocols regarding soldiers who have become a liability to themselves and others." At this, he pulls out a datapad with the official consent form, with Blurr's signature on it and everything stamped and approved as was proper. "So, uhhh...dare I say I don't quite understand the impatience, here?" He admits, frowning pensively. Then something seems to dawn on him. "Ah, right. It all happened so fast, and unexpectedly so. Triage must have forgotten to log the patient's arrival and subsequent transfer to and from the CR unit."

    In the background, while everyone is focused on Pharma, Triage quietly slinks away, blending into a crowd of staff heading for the gravlift as they return to their shifts after a break...

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
He keeps his optics resting on Pharma, even as Glyph appears to join them. As he listens to Pharma's explanation, he sends a series of individual tightbeams. First, to only Starlock. "<Check if he's still there. Report your findings, and anything suspicious of note.>" A second tightbeam is sent, this one to First Aid. "<Accompany Sergeant Starlock, and watch her aft.>" Finally, a third tightbeam is sent, this one to Glyph. "<Correction of meaning noted. Ensure that form is legitimate, and then dig to find out what these apparent options were. At your next available chance, I want surveillance of this entire facility. Blurr. Pharma. And Triage.>"

      Finally, Optimus speaks in address to Pharma. "We'll agree to disagree with the proper protocol being followed, at the moment. I noticed you haven't looked over the previous report made in regards to Blurr, that was submitted by Starlock. I gave an express order that no action aside from sustaining Blurr's condition to functional was to be taken."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was quite for a moment, she wanted to express what she had but.. No, no yet, not just yet.. "<<Understood! Come on Aid, we're finding Blurr!">> She'd state, not stopping beside Glyph and just kept running for the institute wing of the building, and absent mindedly continued over the tightbeam.

      "<<...Come on Aid, we can do this, don't give up hope just yet till it's ripped from our graying fingers.>>" She'd hiss.

**Pharma has posed:**
    Pharma shrugs, and munches a bit. "The protocols are clearly written in the Code. I suggest you take a look at it for yourself. These sorts of decisions are supposed to be left up to the individual they pertain to, not to his superior officers, and not even to his Commander."

    Finishing up the snacks, he quietly tosses the container. "Even you, Prime, are beholden to policies instituted by your own governing body, regardless of whether you personally approved of them or not. Part of combating tyranny, and 'freedom for all sentient beings', isn't it? Maybe you should speak to your own S.i.C. After all, he did stand in for you on the Convocation when the addendum was introduced."

    He checks his chronometer and stands up. "Well, looks like break time is over for me. It was pleasant speaking with you, Optimus." With that, he heads for the gravlift.

**Glyph has posed:**
Glyph looks at the form, his expression impossible to read. "If you don't mind," he says to Pharma, "I'm just gonna take a few pictures of the form, yeah? Prime's orders. Sorry." He chuckles, and uses a small device to scan the consent forms. "<Don't worry, Prime. You'll get everything you asked for>" the blue minibot tight beams him good-naturedly.

 He then transforms. "Alright, well it was good seeing you all. Prime, good to have you back. Pharma, I'll catch you another time! I'll think about volunteering at the New Institute, if you have room for me there." And then his engines hum to life, and he's off to make sense of all the intel he's gathered this cycle.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Optical sensors on Optimus' face narrowed greatly at the words, and he watched as Pharma got up and departed for the gravlift. After the briefest of moments, and not wanting to disturb the rest of the Staff that was likely trying to avoid him at this point, the Prime moves to make his departure as well. Hearing the tightbeam from Glyph, he nods slightly to himself.

      When he eventually makes it back to the main foyer of the Hospital, he moves to a location that was out of the way.. as best as he could, given his size. He sends off another tightbeam to Starlock and First Aid. "<Pharma is hiding something, and I intend to find out what it is.. and afterwards, I'll decide if I'm going to dismantle him. He's returned to work. Both of you conduct general search, but do not overextend. Don't bring suspicion to yourselves.>" And with that, Prime remains in the Foyer for the time being, going over the information gathered thus far.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "I wont give up." he says to Starlock. "Trust me. We're gonna find out what this is. One way or another" he tightbeams to the group. He stays by Starlock's side, prepared for anything as he continues the search.