1031/Aftermath of Nova Cronum

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar comes marching into the Medical Bay with two unconscious Decepticons attached to his mag-harness. If he'd had this when Blast Off and Vortex had been found then perhaps they wouldn't have gotten to break them out of jail... Erm, perhaps they wouldn't have HAD to break them out of jail. Ah-hem. Moving a hand into his subspace compartment Darkstar toggled the power off of the harness, the energon feed ceased and the magnetism ended-- abruptly dropping both Goth and Scavenger to the floor. "Welp... There ya go. Have at 'em," he told whatever medical personnel were present, meaning Suture.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex hears a voice and turns his head towards the sound of Darkstar. He tries to sit up with a spasming motion. "Sounded like two dropped off." his voice is still tired and staticy but sounds better then the day before. "Gimme a welder and instructions and sit one up by me. I could try to help. Hand moves..sometimes today."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is in his Robot mode of all modes! and It.. doesn't look any more good. His frame was badly burned with melted armor and energon smattered a cross his wounds, not to mention what he was leaking on the way in.. His frame was limp and lifeless and his optics offline.

      A few of the nurses there looked at eachother with cringes and moved to get the two onto medical berths proper, and hooked up to life support, and stable, until someone such as Dustoff could come into repair them. There was a strange.. blinking, from the lights set on Goth's ears as if they where trying to come back online but the power kept cutting.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar places his hands behind his head, and stretches while loosing a wide yawn. "Ahhh.... Yeah, why not. Go ahead an' give it a try, Heli-Bot. I'd say you should start with the Private there... If you can get 'im on his feet then maybe he can help out better with th' Corporal there." Starting toward the sanitation sink, the spacer took a lean and watched to see what Vortex would do once he nodded toward one of the drawers. "Think I've seen the L.T. (Dustoff) refer to a manual in there before. Tools down there," he'd nod again toward another cabinet. That's one of the benefits of having spent time in the medical bay assisting Dustoff-- actually knowing where things are from time to time.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "I was lookin' through a manual one night." he winces, forcing himself to stand. He drags one leg behind him as he moves to the sanitation sink and flops his hands in it. He is not very coordinated at all. "I know we start with this." he grabs a mediscanner and a scaplel. "And this. And my glue gun." Run, Goth. Run while you can.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex hasn't had anything to concentrate on since his time in prison. And his mind does need something to focus on. Poor Goth is that focus. He sits down, forcing his hands to work straight. Though his efforts are clumsy and unprofessional, he manages to stop a lot of the bleeding. Both of his optics focus for the first time since Garrus as his delicate hands work. His rotor assembly moves as if hes spinning rotors that aren't there inc oncentration. "I think...I... " he gives a visible, wide triumphant smile as Goth's self-repair systems kick in. "I got it. I got the leak to stop and look. Self repair!" he gives a energon-covered fist pump. "Sweet. Goth will either love this or beat me senseless."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar's ridges rise, his optics flashing in surprise when Vortex manages to repair Goth without an offline scare. "Hey... Not baaad, Heli-Bot," he offers along with a slow clap, one two three claps strong, and then crosses his arms. "You might have a future in medical... Guess ya' gotta be pretty good at the whole anatomy thing if you're gonna be an interrogator, eh?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Unfortunately the unconscious bat can't, However It seems between the silly training video, the actual medical files both he and Goth read from, Vortex /actually/ manages to repair the bat enough, and properly, to get him out of dangers way, he's still unconscious though, and it's not as clean and precise as Dustoff would of done it, (Fact it's likely probably pretty ugly) but Vortex wasn't going to have to explain worse to Dustoff.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Yeah and I pestered Dustoff for some manuals once. I actually read them and they make sense. Its the same anatomy, just different applications." He seems pretty proud of himself though. "Goth and I read some manuals once." He looks at the mess of the repair job. "Hey. Maybe he'll have a scar. That'd be wicked."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar shrugs his pauldrons as he looks at Vortex, truly impressed though he wouldn't comment much about it beyond what he's already said. "Eh... The \*last\* thing the Beastformer needs is somethin' that'll make 'im any uglier," the sleek spacer offers with a smirk. "Y'know... You don't get enough credit for bein' Primus-damn brilliant. If only you were a bit more bearable to be around, right?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex points to his own aft "Hey, kiss the other cheek it's feelin' lonely." He says, preening to himself about the compliment still. "Come on. You know you missed this when I wasnt.." he snarls and slams a medical hammer into his own hand to make it move again and acts like he didn't do anything unusual. "When I wasn't here."

**Goth has posed:**
     His self-repair system had indeed kicked in and was slowly working as the bat remained out there.. Though he was regaining some sort of.. consciousness as he started weakly muttering about things. More so the names "Charmy" and "Leech".... Dustoff and Nightlaze also come up, thankfully his optics also properly shutter to not just being offlined, but closed.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Yeah, I'll do that... Just so ya know though I tend to kiss with rockets," Darkstar replies amusedly. "Tell ya what I \*did\* miss is those deep subspace pockets of yours, and the shanix you used to buy us drinks," was all that Vortex would get from Darkstar on whether or not he actually missed him. He'd said it once when they were carrying Tex and Boff out of prison, and he'd be slagged if he was going to get mushy by keeping it up.

    E-cig from subspace to mouth, Darkstar sparked the object and vented white smoke. "Looks like Bats is wakin' up... What's he talkin' about?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex purrs. "Its been so long since I've felt anything below the neck." He syas. "I'd love to feel those rockets." he syas. "Yeah, I owe you all drinks. You saved me." Its a good thing he doesn't know Darkstar left them in the first place. He immediately goes to Goth's side and holds his hand gently. "It's ok, Goth." he says softly to him. "Its not Charmy. Just Tex. Rest. I wont go in your room or anything. No need to worry." he moves his free hand to pat Goth's forehead and looks to Darkstar with a smirk. "Incentive. He'll think I want in his stuff. That might wake him up."

**Goth has posed:**
     There's a moment where one of Goth's otics come online, and it can't decide if they want to be yellow, or blue as the led's struggle to come on and he looks very disoriented as he reeats in a mix of neo cybrex and eaukranian c+xterm124"V-Vo'-*e'?" but as soon as it was there it was gone again as he slipped back into unconsciousness.*
**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar's smirk remained as he withdrew the e-cig from his mouth, and vented more smoke, optics flashing with amusement as Vortex teases the unconscious Beastformer. "Sounds good to me... Drinks that is. Haven't been hittin' the Jump Joint much lately. Savin' most o' my shanix for some projects I've been working on. Pricey stuff..." he notes with a sigh. "Did develope more of a taste for enerwine and enertea though." The spacer would go on to observe the effects of Vortex's psychological play on Goth. "Huh... Guess he got his aft kicked a bit harder than I thought."

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle slowly comes out of his latest rest/repair cycle, groggily moaning his impeding wakefulness. "Did someone mention drinks? I sure could use one right about now," he murmurs.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex was in that same condition just a day or so ago. "Shh, Goth. Rest, my little bat friend." he says softly. "Wish I knew something to say in his language. You know. Im worried about the guy. I think he'd like his pain receptors turned down. Im gonna try that. I hate it but other people love it." he nods. "Yeah. Who did it? I'll get them myself." his legs start to wobble but hes trying to ignore it again. "I need three very important thigns before Im fully recovered." He says. "Drinks. Drugs. Rotors." he says. "I dont care which order, but those..those would be ncie. I cant wait to fly again. In a windstorm. I've been thinking about it non-stop." he sighs wistfully. "Whatcha workin on?" he scrunches his face. "Eww, you're starting to sound like Blast Off." well that's not much of a insult as close as he is to his brother. Possibly even a compliment. "I need to stab someone or something soon too." probably himself, honestly. "Do you know how shaky I am? How much everythign ithches? Withdrawl is /nasty/ business. I hope to stay drunk enough that it never happens again." he looks at Swindle. "Easy..easy. Rest well. M' playin doctor. You wan' some repairs?" that lisp is starting to come back, as his systems aren't up to par at all yet.

**Goth has posed:**
     What Darkstar said was a bit of an understatement, the damage done by Prowl was definitely severe, always was, between Prowl's aim, and knowing where to hit, combined with fire? It always nearly brought the Bat-former to near death. He was still mumbling as he struggled to come back online, but he was definitely more at ease.

      Thankfully for Swindle, Goth had gotten him up and fully repaired the solar-cycle before, so he wouldn't be subject to Vortex's... Well, work.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar shakes his head, actually not terribly certain about who had dropped Goth in that particular battle. "I didn't see who it was exactly... Wasn't really payin' attention to all that. Since I wasn't there to fight what's the point, right?" the space-alt admits, and then looks toward Swindle as the other combaticon wakes. "Yeah, you heard right... Unfortunately the only drinks I know of 'round here are the one's the L.T. (Dustoff) keeps in 'is private stash." A lightbulb appears atop Darkstar's head, or would have if he was in a cartoon. "...You could always find 'em," the spacer 'suggests' with a grin.

    "I ain't no Blast Off!" Darkstar barks, and scoffs. "Just diversifying my tastes, that's all... Sometimes ya' gotta work a bit differently when you're on a budget!" Humph. Uh oh... Maybe he was starting to sound a bit like Blast Off. "Well, I guess Goth mentioned somethin' about Prowl over the comms earlier... So if you wanna direct your blades somewhere I'd start with him," he says and takes another puff of e-cig. "Oh... Projects. Yeah, got some in the works. Grenade, Starkiller Rocket alteration, a new missile... So on, and so on. Always be busy, that's my motto," Darkstar would explain. Granted he did have a lot of those.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is standing a bit shakily by goth, his hands covered in energon as he works. He starts to clean some medical tools.. wait hes no doctor. He starts to sterilize the equipment and his hands, shaking as he works. He brings over some sterile rags ands tarts to clean off Goth as well. Normally he wouldnt take so much effort with this. "Swindle, how are you feeling?" he asks quietly. "Prowl's on my personal list. Not the list-list but my list." wow. Lists. He is learning from Onslaught. "I know you're not Blast off , Spache..spacecase." he says. "But keep practicin' . Soon. Soon you might be."

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle stretches, testing out his servos. He then starts sitting up. Looking over at Vortex, he says, "Feeling pretty good. Don't need any more repairs, I think. How about a drink? Anybody got one handy?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex gets...an idea. HIs optics lighten. "Sure. We can all get a drink. We can bring one back for Goth and put it in his IV. It would be awesome." and this is the guy who they let perform medicine earlier. "Drinks for everyone. Nightmare fuel or higher only tonight."

**Swindle has posed:**
"Too bad," Swindle says, "I'd vote for raiding Blast Off's enerwinery, for all that." He lays back down and remains lying down because he still needs rest. "Too tired now though."

**Goth has posed:**
     Unfortunately Goth won't be getting up for a bit, probably for the best, and at the same time? Worse, given the mood Vortex is in... There is the sound of a internal fan kicking on within the bat, something clearly finally came online, as his lights started blinking again and his optics tried booting once more.

      He'd violently jerk to the side and start coughing violently, hey! looks whos online! at least for the moment.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar looses another laugh when Vortex says that he could be Blast Off with practice. This is why he liked the Heli-Bot, the mech knew how to banter with the best of them. "And soon a giant planet-eating creature might devour Cybertron's moons," he says, continuing to chortle. "Eh, I hear that 'Bot is on just about everybody's list. Key is ta' actually have what it takes to take 'im out. You got what it takes, Heli-Bot?" he wonders, ridge lifting before he'd glance sidelong at Swindle. "Like I said... Dustoff has a stash here somewhere. I won't say anything if you don't," he says with a grin before looking up and around for cameras before emphatically winking at where he suspects a few of them to be located.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses. "They can start with Luna-1, that place is a dump. I can honestly say that I was just there." he nods a bit, causing him to wobble again. "And me am' my brothers. We'll form one big giant combaticon and destroy the list overnight. We'll call it Combatistroyer and it'll shoot lasers out of its af.." He stafers a bit. "Hold on hold on the hud's going off again gotta shut down a few warnings." He says, heading to Swindle's side once hes sure Goth is safe. "You doin ok, Bro? You ready to go already?" he seems very tired and concerned and probably should not be walking let alone talking about drinking.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar barks with laughter, "Yeah, \*that'll\* be the day!" Oh Vortex what an imagination! "Aft lasers sound like they'd be pretty painful... Might hurt your opponents too if you learn to aim well enough," the spacer snerks, glancing finally toward the coughing Beastformer. "So dramatic..." Darkstar comments, as if he was any less so. It's not like he hadn't had wild dreams, woke up ready to blow the medbay to slag, and abruptly passed out after saying strange things before...

    "What's cloggin' your tanks, Sarge?" He was really curious, as most of the times that he'd seen Swindle the mech seemed to be on the exhausted side. "You didn't pick up one of those nasty viruses, did'ja?"

**Goth has posed:**
     "W..what.. w-where am..?" He'd look around, his voice hoarse as he looked around confused, bringing a hand u over his otics in in an attemt to sto it, flinching in ain even. c+xterm124"Oooow.... Dustoff?" He'd ask weakly, trying to look around for his mate... Unfortunately he's met with the disappointment, that is Darkstar, and just groans, placing his arm over his optics.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex hears Goth's vice and heads over. He's moving slower but he makes it to Goth's side. "Stop trying to move." he says softly, placing a hand on his chest. "Stay down. Doctor Vortex is on the case." He says with a laugh-cough. "I think we need to adjust the auto-ventilator. Your vents are doin' well and you're coughing." that left optic of his flickers off and on again and he turns away to keep anyone from noticing that weakness is /still/ going on.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle says, "Oh dear Primus, I hope not," Swindle says, "Last thing I need is to have some cybervirus and lose my energon faster than I can drink it." He rubs his head. "You suppose the guards might have been infected with something? Or just the cells laced?""

**Darkstar has posed:**
    He's almost too good at playing doctor... That's what Darkstar thinks as he watches Vortex cater to Goth's needs. Was Vortex always such a...care-full mech like this? Swindle's reply shakes Darkstar from his pondering, and the Corporal is quick to look to the other Combaticon. "Nah, I doubt that. Would be pretty counter-productive ta' risk weakening the guards, interrogators, and all by doin' something like that. Could've been something you drank. You know about that engex scare, right?" For whatever the reason Darkstar said all of this with a broad grin plastered on his face.

**Goth has posed:**
     "O-One to talk." He'd hiss in response, keeping his head laid back, and vents out a sigh, he was much to weak to fight Vortex at the moment, which he probably knew, was the one that tended to the number of wounds that had hit a number of vital places for the bat... Though he wasn't too disappointed to see Vortex instead, he was in a.. well, 'friendly' place, so to speak.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex murmurs. "yeah, well I'm walkin' so.." he says. "I don't care what my system errors say. Im fine." He twitche sa bit. "Just stay still and tyr ot tlak to me ok. We were thinkin.." He shake shis head to clear some static. "We were thinkin of gettin' some engex. We can put some in your IV if you want." He does seem weirdly protective of goth and very adamant about moving, and keeping moving. He takes one of the newly sterilized scalpels and starts to dig into his hand with it. "Hahahaha. I missed feeling that."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Yeah, certainly Vortex had a superior bedside manner to his own. Darkstar is sure that he wouldn't be missed by the Bat-mech if he took his leave now to continue working on his projects. "Looks like the medbay is yours, Private," the spacer tells Vortex as the mech dug into his hand with a scalpel. "Try not to burn it down," he'd laugh, while moving slowly toward the door. To Swindle, "Later Sarge... Find me in the training room sometime. Would \*love\* to see what you're workin' with." Another puff is taken from the spacer's e-cig as he picked up the pace a bit, and trailed white smoke as he left. Ugh, that's right... He had a report to write.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex could care less about coms epoeple btu these are people he considers friends adn family. And hes very protective abuut both."No promises, Spacecase." he sits down on his berth again once hes sure Swindle and Foth are safe. He gives a shiver before laying back. "There. Are you happy red warning lights? " He mutters to himself , tiredly.

**Swindle has posed:**
"Oooh, training room sounds nice. After this nap," Swindle says, and rolls over, faceplanting into the repair table, and shutting down for the cycle. ZzzzzzzZzzzzzZzzzz...

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth squinted at Vortex, art of him, very glad he came back online in time then, before groaning. c+xterm124"Uhg.. no Charm-- Vortex.. That will just.. thin my already low energon reserves.." Well, quicker, normally Dustoff gave him a glass to down slowly to allow him to at least recover some. "Glass works better.." he'd add with a murmur, well he wasn't rejecting it completely!

      "...What happened?"

      He'd be slightly taken back by Swindle.. What a lazy Mech! Then again that.. did exlain a few things, he just.. lets out a weak chuckle, also coming to a realization that if Dustoff didn't reair him then who.. c+xterm124"Wait.. Who..?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex murmurs. "Yeah that wouldn't be good. I can get you some once my feet stop feeling like pins. Lazy feet." he grumps "As soon as I sat down they stopped moving." He looks to Swindle. "Yeah, that's normal for him. You go, mech." He says. "I think Prowl gotcha but don't worry. I fixed you" he says to Goth. "An' you can call me charmy if you want. Tonight. I'll be your charmy."

**Goth has posed:**
     Just about all of Goth's vitals on the readout monitor spike from the sheer amount of stress he feels in that moment, ether it's because of Prowl, Vortex fixing him (Goth was very nervous about who fixed him) The mention of Charmy, or just something straight up overloading, it's enough to cause Goth to pass out once more, his optics shorting out along with other lites, there's a moment where everything is in flux but it stabilizes.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Well I kinda owe you and the others my life. If I was sitll on Garrus.. I'll be honest, I dont know how much longer I would have made it. And you know me. I normally bravado all over the place. Im serious. I owe you Dustoff and Ons and Swindle and Blast Off and Darkstar my life." he says. "I gotta make sure you're ok." He says. "Relax, Goth. No need to be upset. I'll take care of you. I wont let nothin' happen to any of you." everyone. Run.