1058/Ibex Aftermath Repairs

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    The red and blue truck pulls in to the repair bay, and waits for the initial diagnostic run to complete, before shifting and rising to his full height. As per what his comms stated, there was literally just a dent on the door panel of his frame. He shakes his head slightly, venting for a moment. ".. all right.. refuel.."

     Optics scanned the room among those that were within. He'd been gone a while, and wasn't sure if anything had been moved or relocated or what have you.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock is still hear and helping dercit the other nurses in getting soldiers returning from Ibex, stable, and she herself is tending to those worse off right away. She'd focused with her wrists deep in meche's she's repairing.. Once she fixes one, she sterlizes her hands, gets a new try of tools and hops to the next.. This is pretty common place for her, by the looks of how effectively she's gotten a route down.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is in medbay because...because...because reasons? Probably something to do with his current quest to find art supplies. Laser scalpels count as art supplies, right? He's stalking around medbay, claws clacking, antennae flicking back and forth as he tries to be super-duper-sneaky.

These attempts are ruined by two things: one, Whirl is as subtle as a metrotitan tap-dancing. And two, brave Autobot warriors arrive seeking medical attention. Including, Optimus Prime his own self!

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl is in significantly worse shape than Prime, although he certainly isn't in the worst shape of all. Most of it is surface burns from Blast Off's flamethrower. It does somewhat amuse him, that the Combaticon actually felt the need to go and get himself a flamethrower just to get his revenge. Currently he's waiting for a medic to be available to attend to him.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    Optimus remains standing there, shifting his helm over to look at Prowl as he arrives. He offers his second a nod, as the battleplate finally slides back, revealing his face. "You still know your way around a fight, Prowl." For the moment, the Prime remained cordial. After all, they had just returned from a battle.

     His optics shifted once more, taking note of Whirl clatter-clacking around the area, and Starlock going about tending to repairs and diagnostics. He had no problems waiting, preferring that others be taken care of before him. Besides, he only had mild frame damage from a weak mortar tap. He only needed to refuel, and that could wait.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Once starlock was currently done, she'd take stock of the bots conditions in the medical bay, she'd run and sterilize herself once more, still not having said much outside of keeping everything flowing smoothly.

      However that would change as once she was sure no one was dying, or going to die if she didn't' take care of them /immediately/ she took in Prowl's condition and then spotted Whirl and pointed to the rotary. "Sit down and stay outta' the way!" She'd snap as she went to work attending Prowl's injuries.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl arches a brow slightly at Prime's comment. "Don't sound so surprised. Why else would I be here?" he replies, his tone flat and stoic as per usual.

    He notices Whirl skulking around, and keeps tabs on his behavior but doesn't really acknowledge him.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is used to being yelled at. By, like, everybody. He's also used to ignoring it when people yell at him, particularly if he doesn't feel like doing whatever it is They want him to. But Starlock? Starlock's a medic, and more than that, she's someone who has done small and simple kindnesses for him despite him being, well, Whirl. When she snaps at him to sit down and stay out of the way, he straightens up. "Ma'am, yes ma'am!" he says, retreating to the nearest out of the way seat.

Of course, she told him to sit still and stay out of the way. She didn't tell him to be quiet. "Ok, so...who's the Decepticon we have to thank...errrrrr....pound for setting Prowl on fire?" he asks. "And, do they make "Thank you Grenades"? Like, could we get them in a bunch or something? With some ribbons and maybe some glitter?"

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    At the response given from Prowl, Optimus only gave him a brief glance. He then looked back to Starlock as he heard the order stated, and watched as Whirl complied. Normally, he would simply dismiss the random banter, but considering mechs were being treated, and they weren't going anywhere soon, he opted to reply.

     "Blast Off, Goth, and a Onslaught launched an attack at the Ibex Southern Defenses. It was Blast Off's flame thrower that caused such.. and he was properly rewarded for doing so. After Prowl hit him with a missile, I rendered him non-functional with my ion blaster."

     He folds his arms over his chest for a moment, venting just slightly. "I'll file the report once we're done here and everyone is treated."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Thank you." She'd quickly state to Whirl as she kept focus on repairing Prowl as she prepped him and started working form lower level damage. "Can't have someone runnin' into you, or the flow of traffic being stopped with the amount of injured in here." She'd quickly explain.

      Shed nod along, listening to Optimus answer Whirl, which she was grateful for, it gave her the ability to focus on her work. "I can tell" She'd simply reply, looking at some of the burns.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl nodnods. "No ma'am, Sarge, ma'am," he says, click-clacking his claws together. "Two Combaticreeps and a...Decepticon I am not familiar with, gotcha. So, when do we retake Ibex? Because I'm volunteering to go and shoot 'em up big time. With the booms and the bangs and the shooty-shooty-shooty, die Deceptiscum -- though big ups on setting Prowl on fire -- die!"

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl just waits as Starlock does her work, listening to the conversation but not really participating in it. He isn't one for small talk, anyway.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    The slightest tilt of his head at the eagerness of the 'Bot off in the corner. ".. that is something that will be discussed, and a notice sent once finalized. Right now, the focus is getting everyone back up to optimal efficiency." His optics then look over to Starlock as she worked on Prowl, observing the actions of the medic, while also silently studying Prowl for a moment. After a moment, he moves over to the side, and lowers himself into one of the chairs there, though keeps his arms folded over his chest, going through the recording he made of the event from his onboard sensors.

     After several long moments of internal consideration, before optics flicker just slightly, shifting back to focusing on those in the room and not his recorded feed. ".. the source of the mortar that dented my door, was from Buzzsaw. He was there, as well. He attacked the defensive structure, and aided in its fall."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock quirked a ridge at Whirl, but shook her helm, as if shaking the thought off. Starlock was small, and had small hands, and fingers tipped with borts that allowed her to do delicate and detailed work that normally specialized tools would be needed for, as well as being the dextris sort, with some clear displinded steadiness of them.

      Once finished Prowl's repairs, she would step back. "There we are, let the welds set before gettin' up, don't want them re-opening an all." She'd nod, rolling her way over to the sterilization sink once more before going over to optimus and looking over the dent.

      It was a quick fix all things considered, however the mention of him earns a scoff and an optic roll from Starlock. "Buzzsaw.. Go figure." She'd grumble, clearly having no love for the cyro-condor, as she gestured to the dent, asking permission to repair such.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl oooohs. "Those Deceptibirds are tough to hit, that'll be fun!" he says, clicking away. 'Oh, hey, on a completely unrelated and entirely unsuspicious, nothing to worry about, don't be concerned kind of note: are there any spare laser scalpels lying around that I could, y'know, kinda have? For uh...reasons that are perfectly innocent and part of a prescribed psychiatric treatment program and definitely not destructive in any way, shape or form?" He pauses, antenna flicking back and forth. "I only ask about the scalpel because for some reason, nobody's willing to let me have spray paint or markers, can you believe that?"

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    He looks over as he listens to Starlock state such to Prowl, before watching as she moved towards him. When she gestured to the dent, he simply nodded to her, unfolding his arms to afford her better access to it. It truly was just an irritation on his large form, that dent. Damage-wise, it didn't even tickle the Prime.

     He looked over to Whirl now, ridge narrowing just slightly. ".. yes, actually.. I can believe that.. you've given me no reason not to like you, little Bot.. but no reason to give you a laser scalpel either." Was there even emotion patterns in his audials? No. Optimus was always monotone. Just varying levels of volume with it. This one was normal levels.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock pases, and give Whirl a /look,/ a look of questioning and suspension. "No, merely because I don't want to have to remove another laser scalpel form your Chassis, that isn't healthy at all" She'd huff as she got to work repairing the damage, it was, again, simple, quick, and made sure nothing was damaged in doing so, giving him a nod, and stopped in thought.

      "Waaay to familiar with how... Petty, Buzzaw can be." She'd nod, before tapping at a painted over weld in the center of her chassis where a certain bird dug into her spark casing. She'd give Optimus a thumbs up before going and sterilizing her hands once more, and went to work on the other soldiers in the medical bay. "Postate Drone there odda be able to help in getting ya refueled." She'd quickly state.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl freezes as Prime speaks to \*him\*. Directly. Ok, he doesn't call him by name but that's ok! That's more than ok! That's...probably for the best, in all honesty. His antennae droop as Starlock seconds the idea that no, Whirl should not be trusted with a highly sophisticated cutting tool, especially if he wants to use it to write swear words oh, just \*everywhere\*. "...I wasn't going to use it on myself, Sarge!" he says. 'It was gonna be for art therapy. My therapist suggested it. Little guy, orange and white, makes model ships, has a weird name -- something like Schema or Fling or something like that."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    Prime makes no effort to stop the femme-bot, and once she finished, he bent and extended his arm a few times, just to work out the minor repair feeling. He nodded at mention of the refueling, and then pushed himself up to his feet. He looked over at Whirl once again as he drew near to the drone. He then looks over to Starlock at that. ".. shall I talk to the psychiatrist.. or would you like to?"

     At that, he taps in a few commands and then simply remains there, watching those in the area being treated, as the drone goes to work on refueling him.

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl nods at Starlock's instructions, and then proceeds to look over some documentation on a datapad. Always working whenever he gets the chance, of course. However, he doesn't wait very -long-. After a few breems, he gets up, pulling off any cables to monitoring equipment and starts to head out of medical. Though he pauses and gives Optimus a pointed look on his way out. "Is something bothering you, Prime?" he asks, cutting right to the chase. "You don't seem quite your usual self."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "No, but freak accidents seem to follow you, like shredded fuel lines follow that vampire!" She'd call, before responding to Optimus. "Might be better if you did, cause he's also my psychiatrist, and that maybe a little weird." She'd nod sagely as she was once more wrist deep in another mech.

      She'd let out a aggravated huff when Prowl got up, but it wasn't the first time he'd not stay down! This point she was pretty sure not even Ratchet could make him stay down... She'd shook her helm and remained quiet as Prowl started talking to Optimus.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's optic flickers. "You're not going to yell at him are you?" he asks. "I mean...I don't think he could take it. He's not a very tough seeming guy, I mean, he looks like a tough breeze could knock him down." He frets, clickclackclicking. "He's pretty smart though, really good therapist. Like, he actually listened to me and didn't get sidetracked by my being...err...me."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    Once the drone had finished refueling Optimus, he turned his optics towards Starlock and offered her a nod. "Then give me the actual name." At Prowl getting up to depart, and then subsequently address him, the Prime turns his optics to rest on Prowl now. He preferred to address the situation in private, but since it was approached now..

     "Something is bothering me, Prowl. The tension among the Autobots that I feel. Selective involvement from Command on matters. Gross negligence in regards to medical evaluations. One can easily shift blame on medical officers, stating that such is their area of focus.." The Prime turns now to more directly face his Second in Command.

     "Though I'm curious why Pharma thinks he can give me orders, and sites you as a means covering his aft after running stall tactics against me and others when we went to check on the status of Blurr. A PA Mech who admitted to being pressured into hastened action in Blurr's treatment, but closed off vents the moment that Pharma showed up."

     Optimus continued, since Prowl wished to know. "Security mechs using diversionary tactics and blatantly lying to their commanding officer. Whatever Convocation you officiated over, has caused numerous issues that I intend to see rectified.. even if that means I need to start suspending higher tiered 'Bots."

**Prowl has posed:**
    Prowl listens to Prime's tirade, and shrugs. "Well, he is one of our best doctors. So yes, according to protocol, he can give you orders on matters related to your own health."

    Though his expression does change, ever so slightly, at the mention of Blurr. "You're not being very specific. What exactly do you think is the problem, here? Blurr's physiology can be very unpredictable, so unusual timing of treatment is not unlikely." He shakes his head, though, because now is not the time to discuss the matter at length. "Whatever, we can talk about it more at the next briefing."

    With that said, he exits.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "W..W..Rung, it's Rung, if you mean the Psychiatrist, if you meant the vampire? That's Goth." She'd respond as she kept working. She was attempting to keep her frame relaxed but the sudden tension, plus the topic Optimus was addressing to Prowl? ooh boy, her whole frame felt rigged and tense... Though as quick as the tension started, it stopped with Prowl leaving.

      There was a ridge raised from her, at his facial expression changing and Starlock glanced to Optimus. "...Well then." She'd state, trying to break the awkward silence... Thoughts sinking into her head as she worked and a frown forming on his face.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl blinks. "His name's...noooo, that can't be it!" he says, sounding genuinely confused and not just running a patter to try and add confusion to the conversation. 'I mean...that's just...pretty sure yu got that wrong, Sarge." He fidgets. "Optimus? Please don't be mad at...uhm..the name she said, 'cause I'm not sure that's th eright name but...don't be mad at him because of me. Be mad at me because of me. I'm my own fault."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    Optics narrow the more than Prowl spoke, and when he dismissed the conversation and departed, Optimus closed both of his hands tightly, as the metal creaked from the pressure. After a moment, he vented and relaxed, turning his attention towards Starlock and Whirl. After a moment, it rests on Whirl.

     "I never said anything about being mad at him. So don't worry your circuits." Despite the tense moment with Prowl, Optimus spoke in his usual, calm manner. He looked over towards Starlock now, noting the shift in her frame. "If you see Sky Lynx before I do, tell him I want that debriefing sooner rather than later. And check in with Glyph and tell him I want that information I tasked him with getting as soon as possible."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "I shall, Sir." She'd reply, her frame relaxed and she focused on her work, her tone though did emit a clear more dour state though, despite keeping her work pace up. Once she was done and had Everyone stable, repaired, and resting, she'd take a moment to fall into her seat and let out a groan as she rested for a few kilks herself, staring at the ceiling, then to the mountain of tools she and then nurses needed to clean and sterilize.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl clickclacks his claws. "Okay, gonna try but still probably gonna worry because, y'know," he says. "I'm me. And I kinda like the little nerd."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid comes in from one of the back rooms with some spare parts made up in different people's sizes. "Oh. The injured are here. Sorry I was late, I was fabricating. Can I help with getting everyone stable?"

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    Optimus kept his gaze on Starlock for a moment, studying her more, before looking to Whirl. ".. considering current situational.. matters, I wish to speak to Rung for more than just telling him not to allow you access to a laser scalpel. I want his input."

     He then shifts attention back to Starlock, and after a moment, the Prime starts walking towards her. He would come to a stop near where she was seated. ".. you do know, that I can tell when something doesn't sit right within another, correct..?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl relaxes a bit, his rotors flicking and claws clacking as he settles back on his chair. "Okay, just so long as I'm not getting Puffer in trouble 'cause otherwise I'm gonna have to go back to the interns from the psyche program at the university and those kids are just too <redacted> jumpy."

"Firsters!" he says, laying optics on First Aid. "...got any laser scalpels you're not using? I need one...for a friend."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Everyone's stable and repaired, just..." She'd look at the now messy floor from where the injured had come in, and frowned further. "Got a mountain of paperwork, need to get a bunch of tools clean and sterilized, and the floor." She'd vent a sigh. "Once you get that stuff put away, the nurses, and I, would gladly appreciate the help." she would state to First aid, before her optics trailed to Optimus.

      "A lot isn't sitting right with me.." She'd then Shutter her optics. "..Whirl, no." She'd say simply, before tightbeaming Optimus. "<<...Just.. Trying to hold onto the hope that we will find Blurr before his memories are erased is all... Like I told Aid.>>" She was trying to keep to keep herself from falling into thinking they were going to be to late.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Oh, I can help with that." He says to Starlock. "It's just as important to keep things sterile then it is to stabilize people. It keeps down rust infections and.." He jumps at Whirl. "Oh. Hello, Whirl. I dont think I can lend out scalpels. What do you need one for?" He asks.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl blinks his optic at Starlock and First Aid. "...reasons..." he says. "Perfectly normal reasons. Not for writing swears everywhere. Certainly not for defacing any senatorial monuments that might be around..."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    At receiving the tightbeam from Starlock, his ridge narrows. He looks over towards First Aid, offering a nod of acknowledgement at the med-bot, before his helm snaps directly to Whirl.

     "I retract my previous statement of having no reason to be annoyed with you. You realize that, were he to give you a laser scalpel, after I stated that you are not to have one, he would find himself in contradiction to the word of a superior?" Not only had the Prime looked straight at Whirl, but now his whole body turned to face him. Despite this, he offered a response tightbeam back to Starlock.

     "<We will find him, one way or another. And if his memory has been erased.. Well..>" He does not finish the thought.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl yeeps, antennae going down as his optic goes wide, then dims. "Sir, yessir," he says to Prime. "Sorry, sorry, sorry. Sorry Firsters. Sorry Sarge. Sorry Prime. I'll let it go, honest." He sits quietly, clicking his claws together in a much softer, more subdued manner than usual. "..sorrysorrysorry..."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid gives Whirl a sad look. "You heard the Prime. I can't lend you anything if he said not to, and he sort of outranks me so. Im sorry, Whirl. No scalpels. Besides. If Ratchet knew I was lending out scalpels to make more work for us, that'd be a bad situation." He starts cleaning the tools and gets some supplies so he can sterilize everything. "Everyone checked in, all supplies are in check." Hes been very picky about inventory now, even since the Blurr incident. They lost a patient once. He doesnt want to lose anything or anyone again. That and First Aid has always been a little OCD about things.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Thanks Aid, I'm exhausted, had a whole bunch mech's come in after Ibex, wasn't pretty." She'd nod, before glancing to Whirl, and huffed. "..It's fine, I aint mad, just being responsible." She would nod again.

      "<<..I hope so, I really am trying to remain hopeful we will, he's clearly suffering a lot from this constant cycle of his memories being erased, and just...I tried..>>" There was definitely a break in her voice as she spoke over the tightbeam, and pinched at her nose bridge under her goggle-like-glasses.

      After a moment she'd spin around in her chair, and started filling out paperwork, attempting to focuse her mind elsewhere.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    Optimus watched Whirl almost invert into himself, before he vented a sigh. He crossed the medical bay to approach the bot, and bend the servos at his knee weld, lowering himself down to a single knee, resting one of his arms atop the bent leg casually. ".. you're excitable. Anxious. Nervous. I get it. My words may be harsh at times, but I value all of my Autobots. I'll talk to Rung about a more acceptable option for you, than laser scalpels."

     Prime nods his helm to Whirl, before rising upwards as the hydraulics in his leg joints whirred at the act. He then looked over to First Aid. "As I told Starlock recently.. do not give in to guilt, First Aid. It is a fight you don't want to face. The stronger it gets, the heavier it becomes."

     He then looks back to Starlock now, tightbeam locked and sent to her. "<If his memory is erased, then we do what is expected of us. We help guide him to be the best that he can, and ensure that he gets the appropriate treatment, when it is needed.. and if I find out that someone forced such on him, I will dismantle them myself, and put their spark in a piece of contruction equipment that can't transform, or speak.>"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl sighhhhs, then whistles a single, sad, solitary note. "It was worth a shot..." he says, as if to himself. "...okay, several shots, but still...nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?" His claws click-clack, the rhythm just slightly off as if he's trying to hit beats on digits that aren't there.

And then there's a Prime kneeling in front of him. A Prime. Kneeling. In front of \*him\*. Talking to him. About acceptable alternatives for vandalis....ok, no, no this is going to have to be actual art therapy now because...because Prime's going to speak to...seriously,t he guy's name can't really be "Rung" can it? Whatever. Prime's going to talk to him on Whirl's behalf! "...thank you," he says, quietly.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "You get some rest." he says to Starlock. "I've got things under control here." he nods to Prime. "I'll try not to, sir." he says. But the guilt is there in his voice. He watches Prime and Whirl interact. "Wish I had half of that kinda skill with people." He murmurs, then goes right back to cleaning and sterilizing things. "And no you may not have any bleach either before you ask."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<...I...Normally do not advocate for overuses of violence, but even I recognize that there is a need form time to time... This does seem like one of those instances.>>" She'd heistinatly admit, glancing down at the keyboard, before back up at the text she was writing. "<<...I worry about Swivel, and How she'll take this.. Since those two are close friends, despite some of the abuse she's been through.>>" She'd mention as she kept writing medical reports, and updating records.

      A chuckle escapes her when she hears First Aid /sass/ Whirl a little... There is a tired smile on her face though, specially when she hears Optimus and Whirl. "<<... Forced, is why I told Sky Lynx and First Aid no matter how bad things get, I would /never/ sign those papers.>>"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl blinkblinks. He didn't want bleach...until now! Apparently First Aid's outlier talent is the power of suggestion. Or Whirl's is twisting things to suit his current mood and/or whims. "...but...what if I really needed it?" he asks. "Or if I had a really, really super-good reason for having it? I mean, just asking. For a friend."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "If you need it, you can put in a requisition form like everyone else." He says firmly as he starts to clean the form. "If you're approved, then and only then you'll be approved. And by then, you won't want it anymore, so..."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl blinks his optic. "Ouch! Can I get a treatment for that burn or do I need to put in a request in triplicate?" he asks. "Because if I do, I'ma need someone to help me fill it out 'cause I can't hold a stylus very well." He holds up his hands and clicks them.

And then, there's that "Whirl." and The Look of The Prime and Whirl settles down again. '..right, right...no scalpels, no bleach..."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    Receiving the tightbeam, he nods slightly before offering her a response beam. "<Tell Swivel I want to speak with her.>" That's really all he had to say about that, before an additional message came in about signing papers. "<A good instinct, Sergeant.>"

     At the talk of bleach, Prime's optics come to rest on Whirl once more. In that usual tone that his voice is often heard in, but still holding whatever power of mystique that it carries, he says only a single word. "Whirl." With that one word, his view remains on the Bot for several moments, and then he looks to First Aid. ".. you will be fine, First Aid.. and if you have concerns, you are welcome to bring them to me."

     After speaking to them, he pulled a datapad out from subspace, and proceed to focus on it for several moments, before tapping the screen one last time as he sent his report in, and placing it back where it was in subspace.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock couldn't help but chuckle at Whirl's comment about Aid sassing him, it was appropriately amusing and shook her helm as she kept writing, however.. after a breem though. "<<...I'm greatful your back, I didn't know how much longer I could just lie and wait.>>" She'd state cryptically as she continued working.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid points to Starlock as she works. "Rest. Dont make me go full on Ratchet on you." He says. "I'm glad to have you back, Optimus Prime, sir. I really am." he says honestly. He chuckles at Whirl. "Im sorry. That was pretty bad wasnt it?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl nods at First Aid. "I'm wounded, grieviously," he says. "That was just...ow. Medic's got claws! I mean, you went like, a full 1/16th Ratchet on me! You burnt me like Blast Off did Prowl!"

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
    Having received the tightbeam from Starlock, his ridge bent downward as he looked to the femme-bot. The conversation between First Aid and Whirl drew his gaze towards them for a moment. He nods to First Aid. ".. It is good to be back.. unfortunately, my mission offworld wasn't successful, as I couldn't find an additional source of energon."

     He then looks towards Whirl, and for the first time in perhaps a very long time, a chuckle was vented from the Prime. ".. admittedly.. that was a sight to see at Ibex." A joke from Optimus? He then looks back to Starlock, sending one final tightbeam to her. "<.. My Office is open, if you wish to speak, Starlock.>" He then turns towards the exit of the medical bay. "I'm going to recharge in my Office. Don't get involved in too much trouble." And with that, the Prime makes his way to the door.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Oh, we will. Don't worry, sir. We'll find that energy. We have to. For us. For Cybertron. I have faith in us." did you know First Aid is also a prime? Yep. Optimist Prime.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock spun her chair around and crossed one leg over the other and brought her hands together, half-lidded expression and smirked at First Aid. "Pshhh, I'd like to see you try, specially on Ratchet's apprentice." She'd grin cheekily, before nodding to the prime.

      "<<Hopefully soon, Sir.. I know Prowl checks all the security footage.>>" She'd tightbeam back. "Rest Well."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl sits and fidgets, falling back into whistling the saddest note ever. He keeps the whistle quiet, as if he's doing it for his own contentment than to be actively obnoxious.