1078/Hanging in the barracks

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid is sitting by himself at a workstation by one of the recharge slabs. He has what looks like a fake hand in front of him and some tools. He has it open and is working on trying to get something to work in it. Normally, the medic is friendly and optimistic but recently, he's been withdrawn and keeps to himself and his projects.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch is walking down the hall. It's at an easy pace, rather than a brisk one. He spots First Aid sitting and working on..something? What does he have there? Looks like a hand. Probably something /inane./ Maybe it's useful--

His thoughts fill his mind, this way and that. Quickswitch is lost within them for a moment before--

"..Hello, First Aid," he says quietly, "What are you working on..?"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid looks up "Oh, hi Quickswitch." he says, his voice friendly but a bit distant. "I've had a patient come in recently who has phantom limb syndrome. Im not sure if you are familiar with it, but after losing a body part, some people still feel it there. Pain, itching sensation where there shouldnt be any." He says. "Hands in this case." he says. "What Im trying to do is find a way to reroute the sensation when the body part is gone, say for example in cases of empurata and the like."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch listens intently. He hasn't heard of it before now. "No.. I haven't," the sixchanger replies. I imagine it would be like no longer having one of my modes," he looks uncomfortable at the thought, "It's nice of you to think of the damaged and maimed like this.." Quickswitch sounds genuinely compassionate.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "That could happen." he says "Though that may be more of a cog issue. I'd love to study the uniqueness of your specific transformation cog, in case there are issues with it in the future." he says. "I'm a doctor, Quickswitch." he says. "I fix broken things so people can live b etter lives. It's what I do."

**Whirl has posed:**
Speaking of the maimed and damage, here comes Whirl! Since no alarms are going off and no BOLOs have been issued, apparently he's been released on his own recognizance and told not to do it again -- or at least to wait for someone \*eles's\* shift to start slag with the higher ups, could ya, Whirl?

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch slumps a little, headfins drooping, "And I make broken things.." he says in a whisper. A war machine whose purpose is to counter the Decepticons, to cause pain and destruction.. A soft sigh emerges from his vents, "You can study my cog if you like.." --Oh no he may NOT-- Quickswitch smiles around the sudden flare of emotion..

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid tilts his head. "You'd let me? Really?" he seems excited. "I'd just need a few scans. I'd make a reproduction because I dont want to remove a healthy cog from a person but..I. I'd really like to push it test it, see what it can do. You have a gift, Quickswitch, one that can help many people." He says. "And you break things. Yes. you're a soldier. Do not be ashamed of that. We all have our jobs." he then sees a cyclops come around the corner. "Oh, hi Whirl. How are the hands today?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl doesn't jump when First Aid speaks to him. He does stop walking and looks at First Aid and Quickswitch, his claws tap-tap-tapping together softly. "They're being quiet right now," he says, head bobbing up and down as he looks Quickswitch over. "Like I said, it comes and goes, sometimes it's worse than others. Right now, ehhh, not so bad."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch bristles upon the sight of Whirl. And he's already having second- third- fourth- fifth and even sixth- thoughts about letting First Aid take a look at his cog. Still, he nods to the medic, "You can.." He /can't./ Quickswitch's face twitches with the polarized thoughts and viewpoints. Suddenly, the assault unit speaks, "...I am not ashamed of my purpose. My purpose is war, and I am among the elite..."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "I see. Any difference? Calmer, did you eat something recently?" he asks. "Sometimes stress will induce things like that." He says. He then looks to Quickswitch "Are you allright? All I'd need tyou to do is pop your chest real quick, I can get the scan and then we'd be done." he nods "You are among the elite. You are very special and you help a lot of people." He nods. Hes not being sarcastic. He means that.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's optic flickers as he looks Quickswitch over again. "Hadda chat with a couple old co-workers while I was rightfully incarcerated," he says. "It helped me get my head more or less straight. Plus, there's something about the taste of brig-house energon that makes you remember how good not being locked up is." He shakes his head, antennae rising up in a crest. "You can trust him, LT," he says to Quickswitch. 'He's a good medic, a good kid."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
"I'm fine," Quickswitch says, folding his arms across his chest, as if to protect it, "Alright, you may scan it. On the condition you do not produce any sixchangers or the like from the data you receive. I'm told there are...problems arising from the procedure." He knows all about that. Quickswitch looks back at Whirl. The empurata's hideousness, that glowing eye, unnerves him, "Are you sure..?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl knows about problematic procedures. "Yeah, yeah I am," he says, tilting his head so that his optic isn't focused directly on Quickswitch. Not that he's trying to spare the six-changer's feelings, he's just really interested in looking up at that rust spot on the ceiling that's in the shape of the logo on a Kremzeek! box. "He tells you he's gonna do something, he'll do it."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "When you are ready, I'd like to scan it. If you don't want to do it, Im not going to do anything to make you uncomfortable." he says. "Im not a scientist. I dont intend to make any six changers, but I would like to know what problems you've had since the procedure. So I can work on helping you with them. To make the problems more manageable." he continues working on the hand, prodding at it with a laser scalpel. Two of the fingers move on thier own and he takes notes in the datapad.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch looks cautiously over at Whirl. He isn't about to discuss any problems he's had with the empurata present. Still torn with it, Quickswitch at last manages to mumble, "I'll think about it." this should at least appease the raging thoughts in his head.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grunts. "...speaking of scans," he says to the room in general. "If you're wanting to get scans of my arms or my neck or anything, I'm game whenever you are, Corp. Pretty sure you dig deep enough, you can find the files on the, uh, procedure that was done to me but I know there's a difference between reading about something and seeing it first hand."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "I'd love a full body scan when you are ready." he says. "Im sure you have issues with other body parts. What happened to you is horrific, and I cannot undo it." he says. "But what Im hoping for with both of you is pain management. If and only if you want it. With what happened with the new institute. Sad to say, I expect more empurata victims in the future."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch muses this over. "It's--I don't know," he utters doubtfully. Whirl's presence still unnerves him. He's heard about the empurata ritual, but until Whirl, had never actually seen one.--At least he's not being an aft.--

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's foot drags across the floor, clawing at it. "...that happens, I'm gonna be responsible for my actions -- they're not going to be good actions, but I'ma own doing them," he says, looking down at a claw. He doesn't sound angry, nor does he sound particularly cheerful either. Instead, he sounds like he's stating a fact, like weather exists or blue is a color. "Ohh, yes I will."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid is not at all upset by Whirl's condition, or Quickswitch's for that matter. He treies to treat them as if tehres nothing wrong with them. Just people who have issues who need help. "If you know you're going to do something beforehand, let me know so we can talk about it. I'm not Rung, but I can listen okay?" he asks.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
"That's good of you, Whirl," Quickswitch finds himself grinning and giving a nod to the empurata. The sixchanger makes his exit. "I'll be in touch, First Aid." He heads down the hall to his quarters.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's optic narrows. "Who's that?" he asks, head tilting back toward Quickswitch. '...Thanks, LT," he says. 'That means something, coming from you."