1200/Nighlash Debrief

**Jazz has posed:**
The repair bay is busy. But Ratchet runs a tight ship and everything is going exactly how it should be. However, it is not busy with casualties but busy with the day to day and the maintainence. Quickswitch really did some good work as Jazz kneels and swipes a finger across the floor.

Medics greet Jazz as he passes, maybe even a few salute, which he almost always immediately waves off.

Taking the scenic route around the few that are injured and greeting each and everyone, he makes his way over to where Nightlash is and there, he stops.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash has her focus mainly set on...well, her datapad, and she's just reading...stuff. It's nothing fantastic, nor even 'important'. More just a casual sort of thing one might read for entertainment and to kill time. But, yep, there she is, in the medbay, looking about as bored as anyone can.

Bored enough to read a book. How...wonderful.

Though, when Jazz approaches, she glances over and takes a few moments to just sort of study the other mech before casually marking her spot and giving the datapad a careless toss into a nearby chair where, fortunately, it's cushioned from getting outright damaged. "Need something blown up?"

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz smirks, "If I did Nightlash, I wouldn't ask you."

He moves the PADD and pulls the seat up nice and close to seat casually. He raises a finger to one of hte medics who nods and heads out of the Repair Bay.

Turning back to Nightlash he asks, "So, how are you feeling?"

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash frowns a bit. "What's wrong with my work? I've brought down plenty of stuff pretty effectively..." She grumbles and then gives a light shrug. "And, eh, I'm feeling good? I guess? I mean, how am I supposed to feel? Well, I mean, other than outright ready to smile as pleasantly as possible while I force-feed high explosives into Soundwave's spark chamber. That might qualify as feeling psychotic, but I'd rather think it's normal in my case."

**Jazz has posed:**
A medic comes back with a large cup filled with a steaming liquid. He hands it to Jazz and he takes a sip then looking up only with his optics he considers Nightlash for a while.

"I see you have been told what happened -and- I'm told that you don't remember any of it and I also think that you wanting to put explosives in the Soundwave seems pretty normal but I'm know expert."

He takes another sip then says, "Do you think you are able to go back out into the field on missions? And have you seen Rung yet?"

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash shrugs lightly. "Don't remember a thing. I mean, other than what /I/ did at least. I remember helping Hyperdrive at the arena, crashing in the canyons, fighting after Starlock got me up, all that stuff. I remember fighting at the fortifications and all, helping with the investigations at the exploded places, I just...don't remember...doing any of the stuff they say I did." She shrugs. "It's like...when you know you probably had a pretty neat dream but wake up and can't recall anything about it, I guess."

She huffs. "I haven't talked to Rung... he's boring. I'd rather not. He's pretty...uh...likes to ask questions I can't always answer, or don't care enough about to answer. As for...out in the field, I...did, already. Helped blow stuff up like I usually do and we got the win. Though, Sixshot kinda shot us all down." She hrmphs.

**Jazz has posed:**
"Sixshot is a problem," Jazz agrees.

"Well, you are going to have to talk to Rung, protocol. You have already had combat actions?" he frowns.

"I guess I can't keep you in here for all that time and not have you go shoot something I guess," he sips his tea and leans back into the chair crossing his legs.

"What I would like to do is make sure that you don't do any solo missions for a few weeks. Once you are fully back mentally and physically, we can send you out on those solo recon missions like you have been doing. I also do not want you to ever engage Soundwave alone."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash ehs. "Prowl did call for...well, help taking things apart and, like I said, I'm good at it, even when I don't know I'm doing it apparently." She frowns. "And...yeah, recon... about that," she furrows her brow. "Saw I got pulled from the intel roster."

She shrugs it off, though, and thinks a bit. "As for...solo stuff, ehhhh...sure, I guess. Makes sense. Can't have me just vanishing or something... but I will say this," she narrows her optics, "alone or not, if I see Soundwave...I make no guarantees about how, if even I will, restrain myself. I want him broken. Not dead...just broken so bad he wishes he was."

**Jazz has posed:**
"You were in two divisions, it was necessary to streamline them. You job hasn't changed but for purposes of discipline and accountability, you needed to be in only one," Jazz responds as he sips.

"So, for the first time that I can remember, I think that we are on the same page."

"Oh yeah, no more vanishing OK? Have fun and be careful out there, and get out of here huh?"

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash hehs... "Careful... where's the fun with that?" She grins wryly and then just thinks a bit. "And... yeah, one division, I guess. But Aerospace? Do I look like an air superiority fighter? I... I mean, fine, okay, I fly, I blow things up, usually I can blow things up while flying or blow things up that fly..." She shrugs, "but...scoutship. Eh, whatever, not my place. I'll just do what I do anyway."

She grunts. "And, yeah, I'll try not to. I'm still...trying to figure things out as far as...what exactly might have happened. I...honestly have no clue when, or where, Soundwave would've done anything..." She sighs. "I just... I don't know. The drone probably would've tracked that for me. The old one, that is."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz leans forward, "Is your new drone working out for you? Is it missing anything? Can it be improved? We don't want you vunerable out there."

"About your reassignment, I needed all of the airbourne units in one division. What you do, as I said, will not change just you will no longer report directly to me. Sky Lynx is much better with dealing with your issues than I would be. That is the reason."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash blinks a few times at the reasoning behind the divisions. "How...very functionist." She leaves it at that before waving things off casually and dropping the matter outright. "And, eh, the drone's...alright, but I need to tweak it a bit."

She gives a light nod and then reaches for the datapad, cycling through a few menus to get to a list. "Hrm... let's see... remove flight warnings, like altitude, bank angle, climb rate, descent rate, weapon lock tones...atmospheric warnings...hrm...it talks to much, basically. Can't concentrate when it's yelling at me because of what I'm doing, you know?"

She then moves further down the list, muttering a few things... "All in all, though, it's...working. I guess. Not the same, but...it's there." She sighs. "Can't say much more about it than that, I guess."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz leans back into the chair, "You can do that your self?"

"Remove the -safety- features. Because you know that those are -safety- features right?"

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash nods. "I know, I know, Starlock said the same thing... but, yeah, I never had them before and... I mean, how would you feel if you were...like...walking somewhere and every few steps something was in your head yelling 'WARNING, WALL IS CLOSE, WARNING, WALL IS CLOSE' or...it... I know I don't fly /safe/...but I can't think when there's all that noise in my head... or audials...or whatever it is. Or...like, trying to sneak up on someone while your hud yelled at you that they were getting closer... I concentrate better when I'm allowed to concentrate. So, yeah, I'm gonna work on shutting them all off."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz shrugs, "Well, that's up to you."

He slides his chair back and says, "Well, that's all I had to speak to you about today. Stop clogging up the Repair Bay and stretch your legs."

He sips his drink and says, "You are clear for operations."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash looks around. "Yeah...think I'm done getting patched up from Sixshot's temper tantrum anyway..." She looks at her notepad. "I...might go get to the armory and do some...I dunno, think I need to inventory a few things. Dunno why...just...feels like something I need to do." She grunts. "And I think I want to tinker around with a few things... just to, you know, feel busy."