1243/Varas Emergency

Cast of Characters: | Megatron, Goth, 135

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is standing ready in the medical bay once more, this time, expecting a bit worse, given what he heard over the communications link, he was a bit uneasy, given he was not sure to exactly expect, though, he was expecting armor damage.. and probably fire.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot is silent as he comes in. Looking around the medical bay he finally says, "Secure and bring him in." Genericon guards take their place at the door before a stretcher is brought in. The sixchanger looking down at the Commanders unconscious form, "The Autobots will know pain for this."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth cringes, seeing the damage done to their lord, taking note of mainly, A) The Prowl damage, yes that's what those grenades are now known as, and B) The damaged fuel line... Starlock... Speaking of Starlock, he took note of Sixshot's damage and raised a ridge, there was Starlock's familiar cannon residue and... He didn't recognize the rest of the wounds.

      "Right then." Goth says quickly as He starts work on Megatron first, as the nurses also work to get Sixshot stable for Goth to work on next.

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron is quite unconscious as hes brought in, still in his alternate mode. If he was awake, he would surely be angry. Right now he just smokes from many wounds, dripping energon from several cut fuel lines. Hes a bloodied smouldering mess and perfectly still for the time being.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot sits down on a berth saying, "If your wondering only one really shot at me. The rest was the unnatural weather that has not ended." He doesn't mention the accidental shot from the commander as the nurses work on him.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is working quickly, if not with a bit of anxiety as he works to get their leader back online and.. Well, Goth isn't to sure he wasn't to be near their leader when he wakes up, likely /quite/ lubed off. "LEave it to alien atmospheres and weather to be a nusicince." He'd chuff at Sixshot.

      He'd motion for Sixshot to take a seat on a berth... a few berths away from MEgatron juuuust to be safe.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods and moves to the designated berth saying nothing as he watches.

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron finally transforms, his systems powering back online with a hum. His optics glow like crimson embers, a dull shade of red. He grumbles. "That planet.. is going to take several attempts."

**Goth has posed:**
     Got cleared his voice box as he kept working. "I'd suggest not raising just yet my lord, you need to allow your welds to set... I can see Prowl was /quite/ involved." He'd muse, he'd motion for one of the MEdics to start tending to Sixshot's injuries, the minor ones at least.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks to the medic and cooperates with whatever they tell him to do. Nodding to Megatron he says, "We will take it, sir. Though maybe should also try to intercept any shipments of the zolanium or other resources from there. Operations may find a use for it."

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron nods "Agreed. With both of you." he doesn't move , cooperating with the medics for now. "That is not a bad idea, Sixshot. Yes..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth relaxes as he's not blasted a crossed the medical bay, and their lord is.. subdued for now, finishing repairs. "There we are, how is that?" he'd question, as he cleaned himself up, to go and help the other medic with Sixshot.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"Can go over the active roster with others later to see who would be best suited.", Sixshot replies as he waits for Goth to get to work.

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron does seem slowed down, possibly due to his injuries. "Yes of course. Once you are ready to return to duty." he syas.