1193/Fright of Fireflight

Cast of Characters: | Nightlash, First Aid, Starlock, 139

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was ready and waiting in the medical bay for those that were coming back from the siege at the plains, other doctors, nurses, and medics running about tending to the injured soldiers that had managed to escape. She'd take a vent looking around at those entering.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash is in her own little medberth, probably because she's...wounded? Maybe? Or not? It's...well, she's there, and has been since she was brought in after the previous fight, and just relaxing and otherwise being...a presence.

At least she's out of the way for the incoming wounded. Mainly because she's reading something on her datapad.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid is helping Fireflight into the medbay, leading hm towards a berth. "Come on, Fireflight. You were very brave. I know it went badly tonight. Those two were brutal."

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight limps in with First Aid and winces. "Yeah, no kidding. That big guy... with the lips? He was.." He swallows, grunting as he turns towards a table, still clutching at his chest. :...Not very nice."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's ridges knitted as she saw Fireflight, and went over to help Aid in getting the aerial bot onto the medberth. "How bad is he?" She'd ask Aid, as she waved for the nurses to start working to help stabilize Fightflight.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash looks up at Fireflight, then First Aid, then back to Fireflight as he's led over to a berth. "Huh...must have been one crazy crash... sorry I missed it." She glances back at her datapad before just setting it aside and giving a shrug. "Eh...boring story anyway."

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
"Thanks," Fireflights says to both First Aid and then Starlock as he gets "comfortable" on the berth. "We all tried our best, but it just wasn't good enough, I guess." He sighs softly, then turns to look at Nightlash. "Hi! Yeah, it-" he winces as another little flash of pain hits again, "-It was. Crash and then skewered." His hand lifts from the bleeding wound on his chest. "I've done far better crashes, but if I can avoid getting skewered again I- I think I'll go for that."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "He'll live which is better then most say when going up against those two. You did a great job, Fireflight." He says You're almost too brave though." he notices the fclutching "thts not a goood clutch. Lemme scan your fuel pump."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock cringed and started dealing with the wound while First Aid scanned him. "Lips?" she'd question with a raised ridge. She'd give Nightlash a nod of acknowledgement but she needed to focus on Fightflight, dulling his pain receptors, she would get to work on repairing the wound.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash blinks at Starlock. "Lips...?" She blinks once...then twice, then just shrugs a bit before looking back at Fireflight. "Yeeeah, getting skewered is never a healthy thing. You gonna be alright there?"

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight sighs one of those sighs of relief you only get when the pain stops. Finally. The Aerialbot relaxes now, limbs going limp on the table. "Okay," he says calmly to First Aid, his hands now resting on either side of him. "Thanks... you did too. Heh, still are. You guys don't stop, do you? I guess there's always someone showing up, injured, needing to be treated or else. That's gotta be stressful." He shakes his head slightly, then turns to Starlock.

One hand lifts up to point at his own mouth. "Ya know, lips? These things? Like Skydive has, but... uglier." His hand flops down and he goes back to resting, just turning his head to smile at Nightlash. "Yeah, I'll be fine with these guys here..." He nudges his head towards the medics. "How 'bout you?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would stare at Fireflight for a moment, as if he had two sparks, and tilt her helm completely sideways, attempting to decipher just who the hell he was talking about, she'd shake her helm and nodded. "Yeah.. It's very stressful." He'd sigh looking over to where Ratchet was still out cold.

      She'd then look back as she continued with her repairs. "Erm.. No offense Fireflight, but that could be any number of meches." She'd smile awkwardly.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash pffts. "I doubt I'll ever be 'fine' but...hey! The voices are gone, at least. Think I figured out a way to keep the drone from yelling at me. And all I had to do was cut a few wires!" She laughs a bit and...isn't serious. Right?

Probably. Maybe. ...or not. Who knows. That's half the fun.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight tilts his head slightly at Starlock as she looks at him. "Skydive... he's an Aerialbot, like me. We worked together sometimes. Though now I'm stationed here..." He frowns a bit and glances away briefly. "Never mind. He just.. reminded me of him a little."

Then he blinks as he turns to gawk at Nightlash. "Voices?" Another blink. He sure looks unsure whether or not Nightlash is serious. Or not.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Please tell me you didn't." Starlock would ask, knitting her ridges as she looked up at Nightlash, and sighed looking back to Fireflight.

      "...Someone you miss?" She'd ask as she looked over her finished repairs of Fireflight.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash just grins at both Fireflight and Starlock, but doesn't really offer any clarification in the slightest at what she did or didn't do, or what she even means by what she said. She instead just stretches a bit and hops down, moving over to get a good look at just what happened to the other flier. "Soooo...who got ya?"

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight's expression turns wistful. "Yeah... I wonder how they're doing right now. I'm hoping some may get assigned and- oh- uh, "they" being my old team. The Aerialbots." He gives a wry smile. "Right now it's just me, though."

He looks over at Nightlash. "Some guy named... Overlord? I think? He looked mean. LIke... enjoying himself a bit too much, ya know?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would give Nightlash a look as she doesn't answer only to double take at Fireflight. "Thats... Thats a decepticon general, isn't he?" She'd knit her ridges, cringing as she brings her hands down. "Loooovely.." She'd take a vent through her detna.

      "Repairs are done, should rest and let the wields set before doing anything." She'd rub at the back of her helm. "...You'll see 'em again, don't worry." She'd say with a nod, hoping to cheer Fireflight up in regards to his team.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash blinks. "Overlord.... Overlord..." She pulls out her datapad again and starts searching a bit. "OOOH! Right, him, yeah... Gladiator, only...ever lost to Megatron... nasty guy." She thinks a bit. "I...think they really liked taunting him in the pits but never wanted to get close to him based on what I heard other mechs talk about..." She mutters a bit and looks back at her datapad. "Yeeeeeeeeah... seems he's not one to leave survivors that way for long from these older reports."

There's a shrug and she tosses the datapad onto her berth. "So good for you for making it here." She beams brightly at Fireflight. "You...didn't die... fantastic job."

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight's optics light up and widen. "Ooohh he is? Maybe that explains it." He seems to shudder a bit, too. Then he glances to Nightlash and his expression turns a bit apprehensive. "Oh." He swallows and for once, doesn't seem to have much to say. He blinks as Nightlash congratulates him on not dying. "Yeah..." The jet's tone is somber and subdued. "Seems I was.. lucky, then." Brrr. "Um, thanks." Now he looks back to Starlock, a small smile returning. "And thanks! And... yeah. Yeah, I hope so." He nestles back onto the berth. "Recharge sounds good, doctor. I'm pretty sleepy anyway..." Indeed, he looks like he could drift off sometime soon.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash looks accomplished at the fact she offered up a bit of a congratulations and just makes her way back to her berth, kicking her feet up and resting. "Right-o...well, next time you go out flying, I'll join in and tag along. It'll be nice to not be the only one in the air on our side for a change."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Yeaah careful with kicking the big guys in the face, they like to kick back, and this is speaking from experience." Starlock gave a nod and patted Fireflights pauldron. "Rest well Flight, your safe here." She'd smile softly, before looking to lash. "...You do know I'm going to look in your drone, right?" She'd ask flatly, trying to not let her mind drift back to the topic of Overlord.