1123/Have We Been Here before

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash was summoned to the medbay! ...sure, it took her...abnormally long to show up, but she does, eventually, walk into the medbay and muters something about the place being far from comfortable. In fact, if anything, she halts in the entryway and seems to look about the medbay with...an uneasy air of distrust.

And that's where she stops, just...there, in the entry way, undoubtedly making the auto-doors rather frantic with the soft hissing slide of them opening, closing, and opening over and over and over...

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was waiting in the medical bay, two datapads on her desk, one being Nightlash's the other... Well, something Starlock's been quietly working on herself, in regards to getting Nightlash a new drone, ever since she'd sent a mail off to Optimus and got permission to work.

      She was just now sitting in her hair, her anxiety starting to mount in how Nightlash would perceive it, it been sometime, or had she forgotten and thought it still in the rust sea? That matter would she even accept the modifications to the hardware that would allow it to properly work in the way Nightlash had been using the old one before.

      She was going to find out one way or another, as she heard the hissing of the doors and looked over to see who was coming in or.. Well, not coming in, and standing there. Starlock would give Nightlash a light wave in greeting.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash doesn't quite step in after the wave of greeting, either, still sort of staring mutely about the medbay. "I...uh... it's not another injection or something crazy, is it? I... I don't like those. They leave me groggy and...flying groggy's just a recipe for disaster, you know? Heh..." She finally makes her way in enough to give the doors a chance to close and stay shut. "I...I mean, I'd...rather be up in the air or something."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock shook her head, remaining in her seat, and reached over to hold up Nightlash's datapad. "No, no, just wanted to return this and uh.. Show you something." She'd state, glancing away nervously as she took the other datapad in her left hand, before beckoning Nightlash over with a finger.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash vents in relief. "Good... I'm getting tired of those things..." She grumbles a bit and finally steps in fully, moving over to just grab a seat rather than outright looking at the pad itself. Kicking her feet up, she stretches out to make herself right at home. "Right, so...what do ya need from me, Doc? Oh! Is it something interesting? Fun?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would blink and scratch at her cheek, setting Nightlash's datapad near her, before holding out the other she had in hand, for Nightlash to look over, which displayed some modified schematics for a replacement drone for Nightlash.

      Starlock's finials drooped as she started anticipating a bad reaction, but that was the only outward sign of such.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash takes the pad and looks at it for a moment, her expression...curious at best. At least until she flips the data-pad right-side up and gets a proper look at it. Slowly, she looks the thing over, expression shifting from distant to focused, carefully looking over the design and finally handing it back. "It might fly. Probably have some trouble at low speeds with stalls, but it should fly great at high speeds... Why do you need one?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     She'd take it back gently nodding and glanced away, then back looking at Nightlash, her ridges knitting, taking a small vent, it was best she did it now or risk worse. "It's not mine, it's.. Ah.. For you you." and now here is where she braced for things to get rough, and honestly this had gone on long enough.

      "I.. know it's not your old one..." she'd murmur, trying to think of how to phrase it in a way. "...And it's modified slightly to allow it to use it better." Was that a down point? probably... Only reason she got the schematics to work off of in the first place was because of Jazz mentioning that Prowl had stated once that they had replacements.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash blinks...and then frowns pointedly. "How long ago did my old one crash?" She takes a moment to think about that. "I...can't even really remember. But it seems like...forever ago now." She suddenly punches the nearest table with the side of her fist. "And it took /how/ long for /anyone/ to even bother asking me about getting something to fill it's spot?"

She huffs. "I... I'm surprised anyone's even working on anything at this point, to be honest..." There's a dismissive wave of her hand. "Nothing against you."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "It's.. been a number of Deca-cycles.. Yeah." She'd frown, this really /had/ gone on too long, but at least this was not the as extreme negative reaction she'd been anticipating, so that was a plus. She'd still flinch at Nightlash punching the table, she'd take a vent to try and calm herself down.

      "I.. am sorry it took so long, it never did leave my mind and I've just been..Slowly, working my way on getting it replaced for you since..." She'd let the sentence hang there and hook her head, eventually hanging her head slightly, deciding to be truthful on the manner, before taking notices of the handwave and Nightlash's words.

      "Mmm.. Still, Before It's taken to the Operations department, I wanted to be sure you were okay with the changes and modifications."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash sighs. "I...just want to be able to think straight again... everything's a hazy blurr of...well, just that. I can't even remember what I did the previous cycle sometimes... it's like...whenever I try to, and just when I'm about to, it all just gets erased."

There's a sigh. "At this point...whatever fixes that'll be a welcome thing, I guess. Not having a broken head... I know my...that things aren't working right up here," she taps her head, "I just didn't think it was...that bad, I guess."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nodded in understanding, her ridges knitting, she'd glance away then back. "...It's.. Hard admitting when we've been permanently altered by damage or sickness... But it is much harder trying to live and cope with such, when we don't.." She'd smile at her a bit.. sadly.

      "The modifications I've done should allow it to operate just as the last one did, but include the medical equipment necessary to actually operate in the way you'd been using the old one, a lot smoother as well.." She'd then give another awkward smile. "Eheh Plus it can be classed as a medical aid, so it should be replaced /much quicker/ should something happen." She'd explain.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash vents softly, shoulders slumping a bit. "How long...until it's...ready to go? I feel like... I need it quick. I... it's been getting worse and worse and...it's kinda," she looks around, "frightening. I was missing two missiles the other day and I have /no/ idea where they even went. I think a few of my bombs have gone missing, too, and I can't remember where I even put them... it's just... it's not good. And...last thing I need is Prowl or Jazz or...someone thinking I'm just being...a troublemaker or something."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "I believe that." She'd say with a cringe, before taking her own vent, and leaning back. "Should only be a few solar-cycles, once the schematics are sent to operations and approved, then a prototype is made to ensure there no bugs or glitches, and then can get you." She'd then smile. "So you won't be without it for another Deca-cycle, hopefully.. Heh can even let you deliver this if you want." She'd nod, holding up the Datapad.

      "...Prowl Yes, Jazz.. Ehh he's more understanding in my experience." She'd chuckle, before relaxing, and looking down at the data-pad and then back up at her, holding back something, before letting the words fall from her mouth. "...Also, I want you to know, just because your damaged, doesn't make you worthless, or undesirable... Alright? It just means you'll need different tools to be able to do what everyone else does, and there is nothing wrong with that."

**Nightlash has posed:**
"I've...also been...hallucinating? I guess that's the word for it. I swear... I keep... like...the warehouse. The one that blew up... I... I...there's something that I know I saw there that I should know but I just can't remember it. But then...like... I see how the bomb was put together and stuff, and how the wires ran...and I /know/ it's familiar but I don't know why and then I see... like...a face. I don't know who's face, but a face... and then I wake up. Or...I think I wake up. But, yeah, I wake up and everything just kinda...goes back to normal and then I forget it all until I just...see it all again during recharge..."

She frowns. "And, pfft, worthless? HAH! Me? No. I'm not worthless... you ever see what I can do in a fight? Pfffft. I swear, the Decepticons are scared of me, which is probably why they started shooting me whenever I'd try to talk to them when I was still neutrail. Nail. Neutral." She nods. "That's the word. Neutral."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's staring at her, there is a brief moment where she just, wonders.. Nightlash Mentioned someone messing with her head the last time she was in the medical bay... Monte's information was now something she was concerned about, and now all this? and those injections she mentioned... She was getting a /bad/ feeling. She nodded slowly at Nightlash.

      "Can you.. Remember? The face I mean, and be able to describe it?" She'd ask curiuselly, pulling out her sketchbook. She'd have to start slowly with unpacking all of that. "...These.. Injections you keep mentioning, who's been administering them? and are they recent?" She'd also ask.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash laughs. "Naw... it's just... probably me staring in the mirror or something when I'm tired." There's a grin on her part. "Why?" She then blinks. "I... you don't think I'm crazy, do you? Because I do. I'm ...probably all kinds of crazy." She huffs softly. "It's nothing though... the old Senate kicked me out when I was, you know, back...doing surveys for them was that I was totally nutters and off my rockers insane... or something like that. Probably used a more professional or technical term, but, yeah!"

And back to normal smiles and excitement on her part. She pauses and scratches her head. "Actually... you know, now that I think about it, I did put a mirror on the ceiling over my berth... because it's easier to see if you're awake when you just look up than have to get out of the berth and wander about tiredly until you find an actual spot to see..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     There's also all the mentions of missing wire, something that was normal for Lash, but on thinking back on it, didn't lash always know what she need, or find even if it took a few tries? She never did mention getting more, she'd bring a hand up to her mouth, looking concerned and deep in thought. "I..don't think your crazy Lash, crazy would indicate no method to your actions, which while erratic, normally do have a theory or method behind them." She'd explain with a twirl of her finger.

      Now, how the ever-loving frag does she explain to Nightlash that someone may be controlling her someway? Was that even a logical conclusion, her scan and deep scan of Nightlash last time, picked up nothing, knowing Pharma he'd be able to hide it.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash laughs. "BAH! Me? Erratic and crazy? Nawwwww. I'm always on point. What I do is what I do because I meant to do it, whether I remember it or not. And who needs a reason or theory or methodamajiggy? I'm /on/ point with that stuff. Remember the psychomawassis serum? I could even see right through it! ...eventually."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "I uh.. wasn't around for that, I was still in school." She'd smile awkwardly, well, she now had a... Weird, report to write up to command... Maaaybe she should be the one to send the schematics off to operations, just to be safe. Even if it was her own mind going off on alarms. This whole thing /really/ could not be that simple, it couldn't be, she had to be wrong somewhere, after all Monte had stated that the perp was grabbing things, indicating they were moving quickly... Right? Still.. Best she said something sooner, rather than later, and not risk another instance of Blurr...

      She'd take in a vent, but how would they keep an optic on Nightlash? "Hey lash, have you thought about carrying around a camera to log and record your days? Sorta like a video Diary? that way you can look back and recall things? At Least until your new drone is ready?"

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash sighs. "Hey, just...look, do me a favor, yeah? I... I know you gotta like...do the whole medbay reports and stuff... keep all this between us? I'd...like to at least have my own thoughts kinda...right before I get a million questions from everyone about things that I can't exactly answer right away." She sighs. "I'd...really appreciate it. At least until things are a bit more, you know..." She taps her head and grins. "I'd reeeeally appreciate it."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nodded slowly. "I understand, want to be sure you understand everything as well, before trying to explain it to others." She'd state. "Coherent." She'd say in a bid to help Nightlash, and rubbed at her neck. "...Alright, I'll do what I can." She'd confirm, taking a deep bent. "Doctor patient confidentiality, after all." She'd smile.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash grins broadly. "That's the spirit! Knew I could count on you for that..." She vents softly and thinks a moment. "Right, uh...right." She looks around. "So, um...how soon until the dron'es all...ready and stuff?" She blinks. "Because...like I said, I'd really like it sooner rather than later..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Agreed, I'll ensure its made made high priority." She'd agree, starting to send off the schematics in a mail to those in operations, responsible for creating and designing the drone. She'd stop for a moment, and ensure only First Aid, Ratchet, or herself, could sign for the device, once it was ready for delivery to the medical bay; Being so bold as to go that No one, not even Pharma, could not sign for it, but for those three, under Ratchet's orders, and hoping that won't come back to bite her in the aft.

      "Once it's brauht here, I'll immediately call for you."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash gives a slight nod and pushes herself up. "I'll... if I have anymore of those strange dreams, I'll let you know, alright?" She stands and glances about the medbay. "Noooow....I'm gonna get outta here because this place is really making my sensors glitch, and I kinda reeeeally need the open air..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Please do." She'd smile weakly, the sooner she knew, the better. "Alright." ...Since when was Nightlash scared of the medical bay? That was new, at least what she thought. She'd then look back at the email on her computer, sending it off... Wondering just how badly this was going to end, by keeping said secret.