1265/Repairs after Clemency

**Dustoff has posed:**
Well, the medbay is indeed ready to go, waiting, and all needed staff on standby as...well, they just wait. Counting down, watching the door, triple-checking tools and such...

Expect Dustoff. He's just leaning against his desk, a glass in one hand that he's casually drinking from, and the tell-tale bottle just behind him waiting to refill it, because...honestly, this isn't the first time that Lynx has made a meal of mechs. So...time to just...drink.

Yeeeep, drink.

**Goth has posed:**
     Dustoff was given the warning, and well...It probably ether as bad, or as minor as he thought, Goth and Blast Off are being rolled in by the rescue teams and it is one would expect when facing Sky Lynx However Goth... The most damage done to Goth looks to have been from four missile blasts... And given what He likely heard over the communlink, it's probably clear why Shadowstar isn't in for repairs just yet.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off is rolled in, too, and thankfully for the medics he's in bot mode, not his much larger shuttlemode. Seems he forgot to zig when he should have zagged, something that will catch up to you quickly when you've got a space dragon on your tain(fin). The Combaticon is pretty well wrecked- crushed metal and wires on the fritz make it hard to even tell \*where\* his various limbs and main systems even are. Everything is shattered.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle happily happens to be walking into the medbay at the time, and he sees the state his combatibro is in. He quickly goes over to the slab that Blast Off will be set upon, and arranges pillows on it so that his combatibro will be comfy when he's laid on it. "Good grief, what happened? You look like you were used as a chew-toy!"

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff watches everything coming in and just mulls on the situation a moment. "Stabilize th' bat," he finally offers, finishing up his drink and setting the glass down. Stepping towards Blast Off, he just...sighs and thinks a moment. "Honestly... I ain't sure if we're fixin' 'im or buildin' a new one here..." He grumbles and starts sifting through, looking for the more critical component of Blast Off to start stabilizing things, just...brushing broken pieces of armor, non-critical parts, and anything else that's just not needed off to the side.

"I think 'chew toy' is bein' a bit...underwhelmin'... Swindle, ya got anythin' that might help in gettin' this mess sorted an' put back t'gether again?" He grumbles. "Better yet... ya got anythin' that might keep 'im from fallin' apart again?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex enters, seeing the wounded. When he sees Blast Off on the cart, he winces. "What happened? Who do we have to kill." he growls. "How can I help?" he looks at the mess. "If you need parts, you can take some from me." He seems to freak out a bit, seeing his brother in this condition. He stays by Blast Off's side, shaking his head.

**Goth has posed:**
     The nurses give Dustoff a word of confirmation and go about starting to get Goth stable while Dustoff works on Blast off... Goth's camera hangs loosely from its place hidden in his forhelm.

      One of the medics would start wheeling over a cart for Dustoff, clean tools, a bucket to throw stuff that couldn't be kept, just the normal things Dustoff needed for dealing with Blast off.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff grumbles a bit as he sets to work. "Sky Lynx, 'parently, 'Tex... good luck with that. Ya ever see anyone come back from fightin' Sky Lynx lookin' /better/ than th' blasted beast?" He grunts.

"Either way..." He sighs softly and just continues his work, humming a bit as he goes. "Mmmf...righ', well...lemme jus' see what else I can scavenge from this mess, yeah?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off doesn't respond, given that he's out like a light. The shuttle does look like someone's chew toy, though. A space dragon's chew toy, to be exact.

**Swindle has posed:**
"We ha ve to kill Sky Lynx? Hoo boy," Swindle remarks, "That'll be quite a trick." He shrugs at Vortex. "If only we could combine and make a bigger robot out of the five of us to take him on, know what I mean?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Some of the nurses are actually a bit put off by how angry Dustoff sounds. (Even if its /mild/ compared to most Decepticons.) So, everyone keeps about their way, making sure their doing just as their told, bringing what parts and items are necessary while they stabilize the other soldiers that get brought in.

      Goth isn't looking to good ether, though while he's missing parts from being thrown into Blast Off, he looks to have been taken down by missile blasts... Odd, well, least to anyone that didn't hear the Decepticon Broadband.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex blinks "I keep saying that. Five way conjux. But how would that take out sky lynx.." Oh Vortex.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff looks up at Swindle at the whole 'combine' thing and just...blinks. Right. Well then... He looks back at his work and sighs softly... "So, wanna see somethin' fun?" He grins, turning off Blast Off's pain receptors, but otherwise hooking the 'brain' and speech box up to the support systems. "Ever see a talkin' head? More entertainin' when yer puttin' someone t'gether again..." He grunts, flipping a switch before going back to puzzling together the rest of the mech.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off is suddenly awake.... or is he? The shuttleformer's systems pop with some kind of buzz as they come back to life, then crackle with confused static. He tries rebooting his optics but... everything seems hazy and...wait, where's the rest of him? He can sense his head but little else. "What-what's going on? Goth? Shadowstar? Where am I?" He sounds indignant with a touch of masked panic. "Why can't I feel my hands?" He tries moving his arms but what moves is nowhere near where his hands should be. "I demand an answer!"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth doesn't respond, fact probably once his vision clears enough, will probably see Goth is out /cold/ on the berth he's normally finding himself flopped on.... Some of the nurses are actually startled! others are giggling.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff just...gets Blast Off stabilized and all that fun stuff, and fixes everything needed to keep him functional and all, and then steps away to go tend to Goth, pulling the...usual repair kit out. "Hmph, well, good t' see you ain't burnin'..." He mutters and settles in to do his work. "Blast Off! I'll...get ya back up proper... gotta figure out how t' keep ya from breakin' an', well, since yer pretty much already taken t' pieces, 's easier to put it all in this way." He chuckles softly.

**Swindle has posed:**
"Your hands aren't attached right now, Blast Off old buddy," Swindle says dryly, "You got chewed on pretty good, I'm surprised Sky Lynx didn't eat you. I guess he didn't find you yummy."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex stays close. "Blast Off. Dont move." he says softly. "You dont want to. Really." He looks at Goth "he doesnt either. You guys got rally messed up."

**Blast Off has posed:**
The shuttleformer's audials pick up a staticy reply from Dustoff. Blast Off is silent a moment as he tries rebooting a few systems again to no avail. "Wait, pieces? What do you mean-" He stops as he hears Vortex and Swindle speak up- thank Primus. Though the way Tex tells him not to move alarms the shuttle and he tries to move- again to no avail, save from a few odd twitches in weird locations. "But!-..." His own cultured voice sounda ragged and barely holding it together. He's silent another moment as he takes all this in. "HOW messed up? My hands aren't attached? I-I can't feel anything except my head, and even that..."

He again tries rebooting his optics, catching sight of fuzzy forms nearby. Then he seems to flinch as memory returns. "Sky Lynx..." He's quiet, then his optics flash. "He's gone, right? Tell me he's gone..." A sudden flush of fear-and shame- floods through him. He got KOed again? THAT quickly? "I-why didn't I DODGE?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth soon groans out once dustoff gets him repaired enough for his Systems to come online followed by the twitch of his ears. Goth stares groggly at the ceiling above before muttering out "...What the frag., that was /not/ one missile..." he'd grumble, rubbing at his helm. "Hello love.." He'd mumble, looking around, trying to get an idea on how things went, and whom was here.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff looks over at Blast Off briefly. "No, he ain't. I keep 'im under my desk in case anyone misbehaves in th' medbay..." There's a wink, but no smirk, wry look, or other sort of expression hinting at a joke... he just sounds...deathly serious.

And with that, he's back to work on Goth. "Heh... 'llo yerself. So...who'd ya manage t' get on th' bad side of this time, eh?" He motions. "An', hey, th' fire suppression system ain't been used... I count that as a good thin'."

**Swindle has posed:**
"Buddy, right about now all you are is head," Swindle says to Blast Off. "It ain't a pretty sight. They need to literally put you back together again." He shakes his head. "Oh mech, this is going to take a lot of pillows."

**Blast Off has posed:**
"WHAT?!\*zkk\*" Blast Off shrieks at Dustoff before realizing he's probably not serious. Probably. Right now the world seems so upside down to him he's not sure. Then Swindle speaks up. "WHAT?!" Again. Then silence for a long moment. Then... a sigh. "...Great."

Finally, he asks, "...At least tell me \*zkt\* that we \*won\*."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth hems as he tried to recall, his camera fritzing as he clearly accesses his recording and.. /grins/ that made scientist grin, his optics settling into a half-shuttered position. "Well, surprisingly It was not Sky Lynx, it seems my new EMP-sound wave frequency did the job in bringing him to his knees quite literally."

      He'd chuckle darkly, shifting ever so to remain still for Dustoff aaaand then he frowns, and.. Well he plants his hand over his optics. "....I was taken out by all of Shadowstars missiles... I don't even.." He'd groan, before looking over and seeing Blast Off and.. Well, breaks into snickers.

      "...I would say don't lose your head, but it seems that's the only thing you've not lost." Yeep he's still a bit high from combat.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex leans in "I bet things itch. If you want I can scratch them. If I had my limbs ripped off they would itch." oh primus Vortex.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Of course, as soon as Vortex says that... "Don't you dare, Vortex... don't even \*say\* that or..." Frag.

Too late. "......" .... "Fraggitall, now my nose itches!"

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hmphs... "Well, seems like Shadowstar needs t' work on her aim..." He mutters and just goes quiet, focusing on his work for the time being. "Good job on haltin' Lynx, though... may'aps next time we can pull his head off..."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex reaches over and under Blast Off's mask. He scritches the nose. "I'm here for you bro. You still have that."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckles. "An attempt can be made." He'd sit up on his elbows to plant a kiss on Dustoff's forhelm, before laying back down with a groan to let his systems recover with the help of Dustoff's work, and closes his optics a moment only to realize. "...Where is Shadowstar? Given she offlined me and Blast Off was taken out when Sky Lynx /threw/ me at him.. would've meant she was the last standing."

**Swindle has posed:**
"Pillows all set out for ya when you're more, you know, complete," Swindle says to the itchy Blast Off. "At least the pillows won't make you itch. Or they shouldn't."

**Blast Off has posed:**
"Ahhh..." Blast Off- well, his head at least- sighs with relief. "As it should be. Better." He still manages to sound haughty despite it all. "And nobody answered me, so I take it we didn't win." Double sigh. He tries to look over where Swindle is but, well, he's lacking much of a neck at the moment.

"Pillows. Yes, pillows! Make sure my head doesn't go rolling off somewhere, Primus knows I don't need to find myself lodged behind a medibay table. Tsk. Yes, lots of pillows, and... can I drink wine yet?" He might be able to, but he's not sure he's got anywhere for the wine to GO... not that that really matters to him right now. "And my optics need a cleaning... Oh! And make sure my mask isn't too dirty. And..." Yes, he'll keep demanding pampering as long as he can get away with it.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses. "You can drink wine, but it has noplace to go. Enjoy the painkillers. They seem to be the thing you like." he says, patting Blast Off's head. "We'll take care of Sky Lynx for you."

**Goth has posed:**
     One of the rescue crew is still hanging around and they call over. "Yeah, we won, Shadowstar broke through the defenses and we were able to seize the outpost!"

      Goth was both relieved to hear that, then groaned, because if he recalled Shadowstar's /last/ report, she was going to give herself all the credit, despite Blast Off provided Distraction and his melting of the defense wall. "Lovely.." He'd grumble.

**Blast Off has posed:**
"..." Blast Off falls silent for a moment, frowning under his faceplate. "No, WE will. I demand a rematch." He mulls that over a moment, then adds, "...Well, when we meet again, at least. I cannot have gotten \*that\* slow as to dodge absolutely NOTHING... or did he gain more accurate targeting? Or..." He scowls, mulling over the possibilities. "If he did, then he..." is more terrifying than ever. "...He will be a bigger challenge than ever."

The crewmember telling him they won is welcome news, though. "Excellent!" His violet optics seem to twinkle faintly. "See, he targeted me first because he knew that \*I\* am their greatest threat!" That's what he's gonna tell himself, anyway. And everyone else. "But we did it, ultimately, I am sure in no small part because of my skillful orbital strikes!" Ok, strike, he got one in, but he's not counting right now, nope.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "You won't be alone, brother." he says seriously. "I'll be there. We'll all be there."

**Swindle has posed:**
"Yeah, we'll all be there," Swindle says, grabbing a few pillows out of subspace and tucking them around Blast Off's head to prevent it from rolling off the med table. "That better?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth scoffs. "Yes, well.. Him mistaking you for such did allow for I, to blast the base with one of my corrosive drones to break through the armor.." He'd grumble. "Paralyzing Sky Lynx also did allow for Shadowstar to actually take advantage of such." He'd gruse as he crossed his arms. "...Thank you." He'd state a bit sourly, but he was grateful for the tactical strategic his... Their? Team showed.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off is silent a moment, for once his pontification giving way to a swell of gratitude that he has his 'brothers'. "Yes. Thank you, much better." He huffs softly at Goth, adding, "You are welcome."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nods and lays there, closing his optics for a moment. "...We're alive, what matters." he mutters.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle pulls up a chair near Blast Off and has a sit, watching as Blast Off is slowly put back together after shattering like a glass cannon.

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      Finally the medical bay door opens and Shadowstar steps inside, looking as proud and smug as the cybercat that caught the turbo-canary. "We are victorious! Forgive my late arrival, but when the Autobots fled I felt I should stay behind to make sure the area was secure before returning for repairs." She realizes the air in here seems quite serious, and she huffs. "What is the matter? We won! We can be repaired, and afterword we can boast that we bested Sky Lynx! One of if not the most mighty of Autobot warriors!"

      As she finishes saying this...one of her wings falls off. She looks down at it, then coughs lightly and starts to take note of her condition. Broken electrical and energon connections everywhere, one arm barely functioning, one wing on the floor...

      She sighs, then reaches to pick up her wing before stepping over to a bed. "Anyway, yes. We should be celebrating. I suggest a round of engex! Surely there is some nearby, what with Vortex being here."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is busily guarding the remains of Blast Off. "Why does everyone assume Im drunk or drinking?" he crosses his arms over his chest. "I was drunk. Yesterday."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth sits up from his berth, mostly repaired thanks to Dustoff's work and chuffs. "Vortex has actually been rather sober, so that statement is false." He'd state, looking at Shadowstar.

      The nurses urge Shadowstar to one of the nearby medberths to lie down, others try to urge Goth /not/ to get up, given Dustoff's already in a bad mood as is... That and Blast Off is in pieces and currently only a talking (sleeping) head!

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle would note that Blast Off would be drinking, but he's hardly in any condition to do so. "Sky Lynx is due for a stomach ache, or at least he deserves one."

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      Shadowstar lies down as requested and without any protests. "What? You do not have any drink? I...am almost disappointed, Vortex. One of the few things about you that we can depend on, and you have failed us." she says, though her tone and smirk make it clear she is just teasing him. "Oh, and...ah..." She looks embarrassed a moment as she looks at Goth and mutters barely audibly, "...sorry about all those missiles..." She huffs and attempts to cross her arms over her chest, but only one responds properly. "...I cannot understand how that happened. Even with discombobulated sensors I should have hit more than -just- you."

**Goth has posed:**
     Doesn't matter how quiet it is, the bat has enhanced hearing, and he can hear. "The apologize is appreciated." He'd cross his arms and just, cringes. His ears fall back and he glances away as he limps over, rolling his energon drip along with him, as he goes to repair Shadow star somewhat after the medics get her stable.

      "...Quite alright, Blast Off helped me aim for a target, and I still missed." He sighs in defeat. "I'm... starting to concede that I may, infact, be as cursed as I am told."

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      Shadowstar nods lightly. "It seems quite likely at this point. But, perhaps you can find a way to use that bad luck as an advantage. Like...getting right next to the walls and hitting them to see if they will collapse on you? Yes, you will be hurt in the process, but you will also contribute to Decepticon victory!"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth just gives her a tired placid look as she says that. "...I do not think you understand how my unlucky nature, seems to effect me, your missiles were only but one example, I am very lucky I didn't hurl myself off the cliff when I missed my target with Blast Off's help.

      He'd then groan. "My damnable syphoning system became completely disconnected one time from a simple jostling." He'd ramble on and on about just all his nearly /comical/ horrible luck as he works on her enough to allow Dustoff at least an easier time in the morning.

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      Shadowstar can hardly believe the many instances of Goth's bad luck. "...have you considered letting Shockwave study you to see if he can make some sort of bad luck cannon to aim at the Autobots?" she finally asks.

**Swindle has posed:**
"Bad luck cannon? Now there's an idea," Swindle pipes up, "Maybe Goth can invent it?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth /shutters/ at the idea of Shockwave studying him, his furr ruffling and puffing up! "Gods no, I rather /not/ have the emotionally defunct scientist 'study' or experiment on me, I've seen his handy work on the mad insecticons that got loose in the dead end." His ears fall back as he crawls back onto his berth. "...Believe me if I knew ow to harness it, it likely wouldn't be feeding back on me as much."

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      Shadowstar hmms, nodding lightly. "Well, there must be some way. I'm sure you will discover it eventually." she says, then just closes her optics. "Well, despite all the chaos, I believe this was a successful first op after my promotion. I may have Starscream's job even sooner than I thought!"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth snorts. "Please, if Megatron has not given Starscream the boot after this long, I'm not quite sure what it will take." He'd yawn and plonk his helm down. "Hmph.. One of us will need to do a report.. I may do so after I wake after.. some needed rest."