1268/Poking the Bear

Cast of Characters: | Blast Off, Swindle, Starscream, Vortex, Shadowstar, Goth, 135

**Starscream has posed:**
     Starscream angrily strides into the already busy medical bay, and grumbling, great, he has to be among the OTHER injured there, and even worse?! HE has to make the report! Just need to leave out the little fact he could of given one last good smack at it before bailing, but uh.. Yeah.

      He'd storm his way over to a medical berth and sa down, looking around, grumbling as he wasn't quickly attended to as the medics started stabilizing Sixshot who was brought in by the rescue teams. He'd look to see who was there, one passedout Beast former. (Ew) Swindle, Vortex, only a head Blast off-- Wait what the frag?!

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot is rolled in slowly before the medics start their work. His sensors remain dark as he says nothing. The tank just sits there silent.

**Starscream has posed:**
     Starscream glared over at Blast Off's berth from where he was sat, was the Combaticon /really/ thinking he was going to get away with this mockery!? "Aaahg! Where is that blasted doctor?! Can't stand being in this place any longer with these /hooligans/!" That's right Blast off.. You're a hooligin now.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot course can't comment, if he could the sixchanger probably warn Starscream not to demand too much. Knowing that a certain medic won't be happy. Even if the medbay wasn't already a mess.

**Blast Off has posed:**
"Excuse me?!" comes Blast Off's... well, Blast Off's head's reply, optics blazing deep purple. "\*I\* am most certainly NOT a hooligan!" Yes, the disembodied head of Blast off sits next to the rest of his until-just-recently mangled body, slowly starting to take shape but not fully mended.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle is busy babysitting Blast Off's head and whatever else has managed to be reattached to him since last cycle. "Oh come on, that's a cheap low blow," Swindle says, "Blast Off is the most refined mech I've ever met!"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would /groan/ at all the noise in the medical bay, and pushes himself up, and makes his way over to Sixshot and started helping the nurses in preparing Sixshot and getting the Sixchanger repaired enough to be online, till Dustoff could return to completely repair the Poor mech.. well another poor mech.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot slowly comes back online before his form shifts back to root mode. Looking around he says nothing as he moves to sit on a free berth. For the moment ignoring the chaos going on around him.

**Starscream has posed:**
     "Then perhaps you should act less like one!" He'd retort, crossing his arms, his burned armor ruffling as he sneered at the combaticon. "Oh don't you even start, your words as good as a che--" He'd bite his tongue and grumble, his jimmies were /very/ much russled... Poor Sixshot.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off would sagenod if he could. "Thank you, Swindle," he says tritely, "At least SOME know me well." Starscream's rebuttal earns an outraged \*hufff\*! "And HOW have I acted like a \*hooligan\*, pray tell?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth, still attached to some medical equipment and a energon drip, just looks down tiredly at Sixshot as he came online to the rowdy CHAOS that was the medical bay currently and sighed. "Well... Good news is you're to leave.. The bad news is that you've awaken to this insanity." He'd step out of the way to show what was going on between the arguing of the combaticons and Starscream.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot doesn't even look up at the others as he listens to Goth. Instead he picks up a order of missiles as he goes over the battle in his processor. Almost expecting the Commander to do something.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle sighs. "Yeah, I'd like to know that, too. Cuz I'm not seeing it," he says, "Hooligans don't huff and have the highest quality enerwines. Y'aren't making any sense."

**Starscream has posed:**
     Starscream squinted at the /head/ that was Blast Off. "The buffoonery over the communications link is what I am referring too." He'd gruse. "And of course you'd not see it, you /live/ with him." Starscream added tartly, before looking over at Sixshot and grumbled.

      "Your... /Efforts/ are appreciated Sixshot, I'm sure our Lord will be.." He'd pause thinking. "Grateful for your efforts, but when I say we should pull out, we should /pull out." He'd say with a hiss almost.

**Blast Off has posed:**
"I beg your pardon, I'm having trouble hearing you over my \*battle wounds\*... you know, the damage I took during my \*successful\* mission." Blast Off huffs back at the Seeker. Then he asides to Swindle, "Some just don't know greatness when they come across it, alas."

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      "Soooo...did I hear correctly over the coms? You two had to retreat?" comes a smug, feminine voice from the doorway as Shadowstar steps inside. Unlike Goth and Blast Off she wasn't offlined (though sheer luck) and so hadn't taken as long to get back on her feet. "That /is/ a shame. Don't worry. I am sure Megatron will forgive you, Starscream." she says, quite obviously trying to get a rise out of him. She makes her way over to sit on the edge of Blast Off's bed. He can't really stop her at the moment, can he? "Oh dear. Is he picking on you, Blast Off?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's optics are settled into a flat look and he attempts to disconnect his Audials but to no avail, he wanders back onto his berth and with a loud 'clunk' the back collapses face forward onto it, trying to drown out the noise!

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks up at Blast Off but says nothing. No doubt Starscream will do something like lock his head somewhere or order a gag welded behind the faceplate. As Starscream addresses him he looks to the Commander saying, "I know the risks and took the chance." He doesn't say unlike you. Looking to Shadowstar he doesn't comment.

**Starscream has posed:**
     "Yes, well you are an..." Don't say Asset, don't say asset! "An importance." He'd nod at Sixshot. "Losing you would be /far/ to great a risk." He'd hem, before glaring over at Shadowstar, oh that femme had the nerve! "I'd watch where you are treading, Corporal, else you'll end up throwing yourself to far off an edge." He'd snear.

      He'd /glare/ at Blast Off. "Yes, how nobel of you, becoming a chew toy for the Autobot's pet beast-former."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off lifts an optic ridge as Shadowstar comes into the room and comments further on their success- and Starscream's lack thereof. He eyes the femme as she sits on the berth his.... body parts are strewn about on, glancing to Swindle like- you'll make sure she doesn't knock me off the berth right?- but his reply is as haughty as ever. "I can handle it!"

He stops to glare- as best he can- at Starscream, too. "I deliberately created a distraction which enabled us to accomplish our mission- \*successfully\*. You'll note that Sky Lynx targeted ME first- he obviously considered me the greatest threat!"

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      "Even if I was thrown off an edge, I can fly you know~" Shadowstar says, smirking lightly and crossing her legs. She gives Blast Off a pat on the head. "And Blast Off was very noble to draw that monstrosity's attention so that Goth and I could focus on the walls and let our troops storm in." She then looks to Sixshot and nods to him, just acknowledging that he is there. And of course she is very careful not to knock any part of Blast Off from his berth.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods back to Shadowstar before looking to Starscream, "Yes, sir. I will be more aware." He glances to Blast Off wondering if he should seperate the two. But that's Dustoffs department.

**Starscream has posed:**
     Starscream grumbles something not if her wings are clipped! (This is Starscream after all..) But he lets it die and just looks around with a grumble. "Is Dustoff always this damn late?! I do /not/ want to have to spend my time sat up in this place." he'd huff, and gave Blast off a flat look.

      "Yes, and here you are in literal /pieces/ you could of at least ekpt from getting this bad." He'd state dryly before glancing to Sixshot. "Good, be sure it doesn't happen again." He'd nod sagely.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle sighs. "Eh, don't pay him any mind," he says to Blast Off, "We all know how awesome and refined you are." He pats Blast Off's head. Gently, of course, so it doesn't go rolling off the berth.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex comes on in, moving to sit by Blast Off's head. He has a bottle of nightmare fuel with him. "Hey. Do you guys have an IV or something? I have a present for Thrusters." oh dear.

**Blast Off has posed:**
"..." Blast Off is not sure about getting patted on the head and he sort of glares up at Shadowstar but there isn't much else he can do about it. He grumps, looking at Sixshot as best he can through the corner of his optic, then back to Starscream. Huffff! He could say more, but common sense is finally getting through his ego and reminding him that he IS talking to the second-incommand. Then- he's patted on the head again. His optics go a dim gray. "...Thanks."

Then Vortex arrives and the shuttleformer feels a dread chill running ...well, there \*should\* be one running through him. If there was more TO him right now. "....What do you mean?" he asks suspiciously.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods back to Starscream before looking to Vortex, "Just look around, probably one around. Or poke Goth if he's in the mood." Right now he's not security in the medbay so no way he's going to get in the way of multiple egos.

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      Shadowstar laughs a bit at the question about Dustoff. "In my experience if he isn't here when you walk, stumble, or get towed in, he probably isn't going to show up anytime soon." Then she snrks a bit. "Have you fought Sky Lynx? Once he gets ahold of you, this is how you end up." Except for one particular spacer if his story is actually true, though she doesn't add that part. "I am sure you will get your chance. And I hope I am there with you, SIC Starscream. Bringing down that behemoth with your assistance would be glorious! Don't you think?"

      And then Vortex sits down beside Blast Off! There is just one thing that might be a problem. Shadowstar is also sitting there. She raises an optic ridge at the big rotary. "Ah...Vortex. So nice to see you..." She looks at his present for Blast Off, then hmms. "I am not sure he can really take something like that right now."

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle sorts the pillows around Blast Off's head so he's more comfy. "Not sure how much longer you're gonna be in pieces like this, but I'll make sure you are as comfy as possible, ok?" he says to Blast Off.

**Starscream has posed:**
     The King of debauchery, Vortex, arrives! Starscream also made a face of disgust at the idea of letting that.. that /beast former/ touch him, oh hell no! Rather the damn drone at that point... In fact! He'd get up and made his way over to it to allow himself to be repaired, He was /far/ too agitated to deal with this lot, and did not want to spend more time than necessary in this.. This mess of a medical bay!

      Starscream merely scoffs at them. "Seems i'll need to be having a /talk/ with our C.M.O once he's available."

**Blast Off has posed:**
"Thank you, Swindle..." Blast Off begins, then squints suspiciously at Swindle, too. "...You're not expecting me to pay you for this later, right?" Now he tries to look back up at Shadowstar, or whatever he can see out of THAT corner of his optic. "I'm... not sure either. As much as it might be... nice. I can't think of a time more suited to imbibing than finding yourself like... this."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
As he is no longer being addressed Sixshot chooses to lay down for a recharge.

**Swindle has posed:**
"Perish the thought," Swindle says to Blast Off, "I'm doing this cuz you're my combati-bro and we gotta stick together."

**Starscream has posed:**
     Starscream rolls his optics as her grunts and whines as the drone tends to him. But soon, he's good as new (mostly and just lets out a humph, looking over the medbay one last time before striding out with the clicking of his heels like the diva he is... Least now everyone can get some peace-an-fragging-quite!

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      Shadowstar offers a small wave that is more dismissive than anything as the SIC makes his way out, then raises an eyeridge at Blast Off. "Well, I am sure it seems that way, but wouldn't it be very easy to take too much in what little processors are working at the moment?" she says. Is she...concerned? She helps Swindle with the pillows since she is sitting by Blast Off's head anyway.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Some genuine warmth and gratitude flickers across Blast Off's face at Swindle's reply, then fades back behind the mask he wears- literally and figuratively. "...Thanks. ...Yeah," he answers quietly. His expression hardens as Starscream stomps out, then eases again. Whew. Looking up towards Shadowstar, he seems relatively thankful as she helps prop his head up with pillows, too. "Thanks...Yes, I can intake but ...have nowhere for the liquid to \*go\*" he says, adding with a mutter, "...I REALLY need to get fixed up soon."... then falls silent. Whether he's resting or thoughtful isn't clear- maybe both.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth finally looks up from his berth as the noise calms down and.. just groans out. "...Well.. least /that/ is settled." he'd grumble.