1303/Maybe His Ego Ruptured

**Blurr has posed:**
    Somehow, it doesn't come as a surprise to the medical staff that Blurr is back in the repair bay again so soon. Except this time, he seems to have a much different problem than usual--one that is puzzling most of the other physicians and technicians.

    While he doesn't appear to be physically damaged, and they -think- they've cleaned out all that strange slimy substance, he still seems very disoriented and mostly non-responsive even though the processor activity on the monitoring programs seem to indicate he is awake.

    So after some time, the team has requested someone with a bit more expertise, and possibly some familiar faces to help...

**Starlock has posed:**
     Stalrock strides into the medical bay, having been on call and everything and makes her way over to Blurr, signing, she makes sure the mag-locks are in-place, and there's not possibility of him escaping. (That and Jazz told her to keep him in place for when he got back!) She'd start checking his diagnostics and charts. "Right.. leeets see." She'd muse.

**Swivel has posed:**
While Swivel had taken quite a tumble with the rest of the crew, she had opted to get her report in, rest, clean up THEN head to medical bay. So, Swivel walks in, looking around as she does so. She immediately tries to catch the optic of any of the staff, and her first inquiry naturally is, "Has Nightlash reported for repairs yet?"

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer just happens to drop by the medbay, even though he's not injured and he's already gotten his mandatory physical. So just WHY is he here? He doesn't immediately say. He does, however, seem surprised to see Blurr maglocked to a table. Was there a report on this? Should Springer know what's going on? Maybe, but instead he just sidles on over and grins down at Blurr. He watches Blurr a moment before finally asking Starlock, "What's wrong with him?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Oh good, you're here." one of the other medics says as Starlock arrives. He hands her a datapad with a bunch of the readings they've taken. "The neural impulses appear are reading at the 'awake' level but seems to be unresponsive. We suspect maybe damage to internal circuitry?"

    As she peruses the data, the issue does indeed appear to be internal. Almost every signal is being blocked by something, which meant that whatever it was, must be practically -everywhere-, and must be a lot of it.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Stalrock clicks her tongue as she reads over them. "It's possible?" She'd ask looking over and back to the datapad data and.. well, knits her ridges, having an idea of what maybe the issue be. "Was all that fluid removed, even from his internals?" She'd ask as she walked over to Blurr's side.

      She'd nod to Springer. "Ahh I can't really say, but uhh I believe there is a report up form Swivel you can check?" She'd chirp. She then looked to Swivel and shook her helm. "Noope." She'd sigh, and pulled over a tool tray.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel gives a somewhat exasperated sigh. However, instead of ending in a grim head shake, her shoulders shrug and she tails the sigh with a small laugh. "Of course. What did I expect?" Speaking of exasperating individuals, Swivel gives Springer a nod.

    However, Swivel cobers up quickly when she sees the perplexed expression on Starlock's face. "...I take it that the full analysis hasn't made it back from the labs yet. Or is has something else gone wrong?"

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer frowns at the idea of reading reports. Instead he takes a step back to allow Starlock to work but gives Swivel a chin-raise bro-nod in response to hers. "Is he going to be OK?" Springer asks unhelpfully, glancing back down at Blurr. "It's so weird to see him this way. He's like a protoform. Maybe his ego ruptured at last and he can't function without it?" Springer, mech of empathy.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "I thought so," the other medic replies, though he doesn't sound too confident. "Hmm... maybe we didn't get it all. Possible that some of it has become more viscous due to fluid loss through natural ventilation. But the question is, -how- to get it all out?"

    The medic looks to Springer at the question. "I hope so, but this isn't something we've ever dealt with before."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Nooope." Starlock says dryly with a sigh, in response to Swivel, before giving Springer a look that was asking if he was serious. She then looked back down at Blurr and tapped her pede in thought. "Well, I can think of a few things, one being putting him under and carefully removing his coverings to get in there and do a deep cleaning..."

      "Another option is just waiting for everything to dry, but honestly I don't feel comfortable doing that, since we have no idea what this slag is made of." She'd cringe in thought. "Plus if it's putting him out of it due to drying out, then probably don't want to do that." She'd nod as she mused aloud.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel just gives Springer a long side glance, then a small shake of the head. She then looks at Blurr. "I've seen him prone like this a few different times before." Swivel remarks as she moves a little closer to get a better look. "Are there any signs that he is in distress?" Swivel asks.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer gives Starlock a 'I kid! I kid!' look, his smirk covering his real concern for Blurr's health. "Any way I can help?" he asks, raising his optic ridges and flattening his mouth into a frown. "I'll admit I'm not good at problems I can't solve with my fists," he laughs with keen self-awareness, "but I'm willing to learn!"

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Ugh, that might take forever, and might damage some of his...more delicate internals. And yeah, I don't like the idea of letting it dry out either, probably would leave some kind of residue behind, and who knows what -that- would do." the other medic mutters. "What if we tried a solvent of some kind, then just flush it out with water?"

    "Hard to know, Ensign. Processor readings seem normal, but without a way to--hmm." The mech interrupts himself. "Actually, any of you have his personal hailing frequency? Could try a direct text transmission."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock is silent for a moment, looking to the two, the nurses, and then, the Sanitation showers. "...Know I think we are over complicating this." she'd muse. "Think if we got him strapped to a gurney and rolled into the the sanitation showers, it would work?" She'd ask jerking her thumb uover to said showers as she looked up(?) At the nurse.

      She'd click her tongue again ."Naw, never got it, fairly I don't think he wants me having it." She'd add on with a knitting of her ridges... But there is a silent.. Knowing glance at Swivel, internally, Starlock knew that Swivel did know Blurr before his memories were erased, and thus would.. probably, still have something like that.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel taps her chin. "I can try to hail him see if there's any response." Swivel doesn't think too hard over what to send. The point was just sending something.

<<Blurr. The medics are doing their best. Hang in there.>>

"Anyway, I came here to get a few of my own bumps looked at, so I am going to go grab a berth." Swivel says, turning away to not even see if there's a response to her message.

**Springer has posed:**
    "I used to, but then he got it unlisted," Springer jokes. "Have you tried a good, hard shock to th-" he starts to suggest, but then frowns as his radio buzzes. "Again?" he asks out loud to whomever is radioing him, and then frowns to those gathered around Blurr. "Let me know if he recovers, OK?" he asks seriously of Starlock, and then heads out on whatever his latest mission is, surely to return fill of holes sooner or later.

**Blurr has posed:**
    The other medic shrugs. "Heh, I guess we could take the high-pressure tube, turn the temps up, and point it up his vents. Shouldn't hurt, at least." -Shouldn't-. Though of course they don't know much about what exactly they're dealing with. "...might be uncomfortable, though."

    Perhas surrisingly, Swivel's comms alert her to the fact that she does get a resonse. << c+xterm33Swivel? >> Though it is hard to tell from the text whether there is distress there or not.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would give Springer a look once more, considering she can easily piece together what he was going to say! But she gives Springer a smile and a nod. "Will do, and alright, just give me a second here then Swiv." She'd add as she'd think. "Why I suggest the showers first, much gentler, plus, removable shower heads! if it doesn't want to relent though, can step up to something a bit more high pressure." She'd pause in thought though.

      It wasn't really the pressure that was going to be the uncomfterble part, was probably more the having his vents flushed with hot/warm solvent part then anything, and that wasn't exactly avoidable, she sighs, but nods to herself, trying to calm her own anxiety on something not said. "Alright, we can give that a shot, make sure the fluid vacuums are on standby to help clear out the liquid immediately."

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel climbs onto an emty berth, giving Starlock a thumbs u indicating she is fine with waiting. When she receives the text transmission, she leans back, dimming her otics. << c#00FAB9Yes, it's me. >> Swivel responds, deciding to keep matters simple. She glances over to the medics gathered around Blurr. "I got a response. Short. Nothing much to say yet. But I got one."

**Blurr has posed:**
    The other medic nods, but doesn't seem to want to be the first one to make a move, instead waiting for Starlock to take the lead. "Right. Yeah, let's uh, let's do that..." he says, glancing over toward the sanitation stations nervously.

    << What happened? >> Is the next question that comes Swivel's way.

**Hot Rod has posed:**
Springer's exit will only deflate the amount of ego in the room momentarily, as shortly after the green Wrecker leaves, the former Nyonian rebel arrives in the med bay, in all his red and yellow glory.

 He blinks, taking in the situation. He glances over at Starlock briefly, then over at Swivel. "What happened to him?" he asks bluntly, in reference to Blurr.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nods and then.. takes note of the nervousness the medic has. "Something..wrong?" She'd ask with a quriked ridge and looked to Swivel. "Good, good keep him talking... Might need you to relay something for me to him... Could you ask if he can hear us?" She'd then see Hot Rod and puffed her cheeks. "....Slime." She'd just say simply and plainly as she waited for the medics response.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel nods to Starlock. "Alright." She then shifts, sitting cross legged and leans forward, resting her elbows on her thighs. << I was hoping you could tell me. Found you in some sort of sac. You aren't responding. Medics want to know if you can hear them speaking. >> Swivel conveys as promptly as possible.

Swivel lifts her head when Hot Rod strides in. She looks at Blurr, then back to Hot Rod. "Got attacked by some sort of monster in the undergrid. Again."

**Hot Rod has posed:**
"Oh, so he's like, sticky or wet or something," Hot Rod concludes.

 He steps over to the speedster and pokes him experimentally. "So, somehow the goop put him in a coma?" He scoffs. "What a limp strut!" He says loudly. Blurr can't really retort, so he might as well take advantage of the situation.

 A pause. "So, what are you guys going to do about it?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    The mech shakes his head. "No, nothing--just--just I've never dealt with anything like this before, so no idea how it'll turn out. I mean, it -shouldn't- hurt him. But you never really know. But this is probably the safest thing we can try for now...." he rambles somewhat. "Let's just do it, all right?" he says anxiously.

    << I don't know, something attacked me. Which medics? A sac of what. What are you talking about I am responding to you right now. >> Of course he didn't answer the question.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gives an empathetic nod. "I understand that." She'd say as she started pepping. "Sometimes we need to cause a bit more pain to relieve and prevent other pain from getting worse, but we should /always/ try to be as careful and gentle as possible." She'd take a vent, possibly letting onto the fact she was also anxious. "Yeah, just be ready encase something does." She'd add as she got the gurney for them, lowering it, and a few other nurses to help in transferring Blurr over onto it.

      "We're going to flush his vents, going to be uncomfortable, but better then letting it dry and keeping him paralyzed." She'd explain and correct, before glancing to Swivel, and gave Hot Rod a look. She'd ensure the liquid vacuums where also working and on stand by, running through checks before they got started.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel waits a moment, and then asks her question again.

<<Can you hear anyone speaking?>>

Swivel looks over at Hot Rod, an optic ridge arched. "Now, now, limp strut? That seems rather unfair considering you chided me for not singing Blurr's praises in the past. But I suppose, opinions will change over time." Swivel turns, swinging her legs over the side of the berth.

**Hot Rod has posed:**
"What?" Hot Rod says, frowning, pausing a moment.

Then he laughs. "So you're telling me because he's too damp inside, you're going to put /more/ liquid down his vents? Hate to break it to you, but that's a /terrible/ idea." He purposefully hipthrusts sideways into whoever is pushing the gurney, while simultaneously elbowing them in an attempt to take control of it and swivel it in the opposite direction. "What he needs, is... a little heat. The smelter is in the near the maintenance shafts, right?"

 He waves dismissively at Swivel. "What? I don't remember ever saying that. No matter, he's going to be singing /my/ praises after this..."

**Blurr has posed:**
    The other medic groans. Ugh, not -this- guy. "Um -no-." he says rather forcefully, slapping Hot Rod's hand away and no longer looking anxious because slag at least this is better than trying to -melt- him. "C'mon let's just get this done." he says to Starlock. "Before this idiot can cause any more trouble."

    << Yes but I can't move. >>

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock hears Hot rod and rolls her optics before turning around and seeing Hot Rod, and what he is doing, and without much thought, and more reaction, she /screams/ at him. "HOT ROD!" She'd then catch her voice, trying to strangle it down back to a normal tone, in a quick bid to control her outburst. Thankfully the other medic gets control of the gurney and Starlock gives him an approving nod, before quickly getting beside him to start work, but not before she turns around and points /threateningly/ at Hot Rod.

      "When we are done, you and I are going to have a chat, I'd suggest you not go anywhere.." She'd hiss before walking along with the other medic. "Swivel, I am /very/ sorry to ask this but you are the only one we currently know whom has contact with him, and honestly the only one I honestly trust not to be a sleeze.." She'd grumble. "Please, try and keep him calm as we do this." she'd finish as she started getting Blurr setup.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel jumps onto her feet when Hot Rod tries to abduct a patient. But the other staff have it in hand. However, she knows Hot Rod doesn't give up easily and she starts heading for bottleneck close to the exit to guard it lest Hot Rod try other shenanigans.

"Sleeze?" Swivel tilts her head, then looks at Blurr, still so very vulnerable. "I can try. But I make no gaurantees."

<<So you have probably heard the medics discussing flushing your systems. It may get uncomfortable. But if something actually hurts badly, ping me.>>

Swivel eyes Hot Rod again, hand going to where she keeps her whip.

**Hot Rod has posed:**
Hot Rod resists at first, but then steps away, folding his arms. "It's not going to work," he says casually, "but I'll be nice enough to not say I told you so."

 "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he says dismissively to Starlock, swiping a thermometer from a shelf nearby. "Well, you all know where to find me when your counterintuitive plan doesn't work," he says, "I'm going to go figure out how to adjust the smelter's temperature, like a good, responsible person who actually knows how to dry off someone's internal systems." And with that, he transforms and drives off.

**Blurr has posed:**
    The other medic glares after Hot Rod as he finally leaves, then looks relieved. He hands the tubing to Starlock and turns on the water, turning the temperature up a bit. He'd still rather let her do the work...

    <<What? No I didn't.>> Is he contradicting himself?

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock huffs. "Sorry about that, I normally try not to raise my voice." She'd apologize to the nurses and medics helping her, as she makes sure sure Blurr was safely secured, and then testing the temperature on her own wrist to ensure it wasn't /too/ hot, before with a steady hand, starts the procedure to start flushing his vents, making sure the liquid vacuum was nearby to help clear it out after, keeping herself focused.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel's optic ridges pinch and she quickly steps aside so as not to get ran over by Hot Rod on his way out. She dusts herself off and just glares in the direction of the exit for a moment. Then she calms herself, and decides to remain there, ever vigilant, just in case any more trouble decides to come through those doors.

<<Then what have you heard spoken?>>

**Blurr has posed:**
    << Nothing, I heard a lot of what maybe sounded like talking but couldn't understand any of it. Too much interference. >>

    Of course, contrary to what Hot Rod kept claiming, the technique does work. In fact, Starlock probably didn't really need the vacuum because after a few seconds of flushing, Blurr sort of jerks up and the the strange substance first comes spewing out of his mouth, then out of every imaginable cavity in his body. Most of it has become diluted by the water, but some of it still kind of thick, so it comes out as this sort of chunky mixture blended with half-processed energon and other bodily fluids.

    ...It's really quite disgusting, even worse than what they'd seen in the Undergrid in that 'nest'. Well it's a good thing Blast Off isn't here, he might have purged his tanks. Also it smells terribly.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock quickly lifts her hands up when Blurr jerks up and relaxes some, letting out a vent and gently patted his back. "Tasty." She'd say dryly as her own nose scrunched, in a bit of a vain attempt at a bit of gross-doctor-humor. "We've gotcha." She'd try to sooth to make sure everything comes out and he's properly cleaned up, before he's moved back to a clean berth.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel has seen some pretty disgusting things, so she isn't overly fazed when the flushing takes effect. She just remains standing, arms crossed, letting the doctors and nurse do their job. Nursing certainly isn't her function so she is staying clear.

<<Starting to feel any better?>>

**Blurr has posed:**
    The other medic makes a face at the very unpleasant thing happening in front of him, but as a doctor he also has seen some pretty disgusting things, too. "Primus, so much for having thought we'd gotten all of it," he mutters, peering at a datapad. "Hmm, looks like we got some results back from the lab..." A pause as he scrolls through some of it. "The good news is that it looks like he'll be fine eventually. The bad is that there's probably gonna be some...after effects, especially in the upper chassis impulse signalling systems."

    Once the vomiting from everywhere at least slows to a trickle here and there, Blurr finally sits u and looks about. << c+xterm33I guess. I still feel weird... >> He rubs his head.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nods over to the medic. "That's good to know, basically need to keep a close optic on him till we're sure everything's passed.. Take those systems are a bit soggy still?" She'd again keep helping in getting Blurr cleaned up.

      "Hey there, sorry about that." She'd say softly. "Going to get you back on the berth soon as we can." She'd then look to the shower... Yeah she knew why the janitors hated coming into the medical bay sometimes.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel tilts her head to the side. "Seems mostly taken care of then?" Swivel asks. Swivel walks over to where Starlock is tidying Blurr up. "He says he still feels weird." Then she tilts her head the other side, a small beeping sound being heard. "Ah... there's something I need to go deal with. I'll back back after for a check-up."