1134/Scheduled Repairs

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was sat in the medical bay, not long after coming back from Ibex, and talking to Jazz, she was looking a bit cleaner, but was still tending to some self repair from the damage she'd taken as she awaited the arrival of Ratchet and Nightlash form the same mess she'd come from... The look on her face very much stated she still wanted to kick Nightbeat's aft.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet didn't really take much time for himself when he returned to the medibay, immediately getting to work addressing those that are injured. He's still only got basic field patches holding his injuries together. When he sees Starlock he looks up and asks, "What needs to be done? Give me a status update."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looked over spotting Ratchet still with only her field patches and gave him something of a... Look, puffing her cheeks, and her ridges knitting. "No longer leaking Energon, wounds are cleaned and patched, internal damage seen too, still need to address the scorch marks from the missle, but that's just Cosmetic." she'd state. "Nightlash still has not been brought or come into, the medical bay, and I'm getting worried..."

      She'd hop off the berth and started making her way over to Ratchet. "you uhh, may also want to check the orders board... Let me get a look at those wounds for you proper while you do." She'd suggest, gesturing over to his work chair.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid hears the call and comes into medbay. "Allright who do we have, and what do they need tonight?" he says, looking around. "We lost Nightlash again?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looked over to First Aid, and knitted her ridges. "...Yeaaaah." She'd admit regretfully. "She's in pretty rough shape too.. by all accords from the last time I'd seen her." She'd vent a sigh, before pointing to Ratchet who still was in rather rough shape. "He got blasted by the same missile I did." She'd state, ratting him out without hesitation.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet swears under his breath and he checks his notifications to see if she has been found yet. Curses come again when it looks like no update. "We're keep our audials open and see if she turns up, if she doesn't I'll send out that search party like I said I would."

He grunts as Starlock comes over to look at him, turning his attention to the orders board as she starts bringing first aid up to speed.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid winces. "Where did we last see her? I could go after her, if things are under control here."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gave Ratchet a nod and set about ensuring the damage done to Ratchet was properly seen too, once given permission. "That's.. kinda the issue Aid.. She cloaked out as soon as we all started making a mad-dash to get away form the situation, so we don't actually know which way she went." She'd vent a sigh, something though was clearly on the smaller bots mind though as she went about her methodical work.

      "...Hey uh... Aid, Has lash... Said, anything to you?" She'd ask sounding unsure of herself.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet reads through the his messages. Normal, expected, not any weirder than normal, and- .... "No. He didn't." Ratchet reads over the message once more, ".... You've got to be fragging kidding me. Since when did he become my problem!?" He has to babysit Quickswitch!?

Gaping, he takes a deep vent to keep himself from raging. He leans down to run a scan over Starlock herself. "I believe she was making her way back towards the city, so we can probably rest assured she's within Autobot borders."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Hopefully" Starlock would state in regards to Nightlash, before she lets out a weak laugh at the mention of what she knew to be, in regards to Quickswitch, and hangs her helm. "Yeah, that was.. My reaction too, more likely to get under pede then be of help, I asked Jazz why, and he unfortunately gave an answer I couldn't fight." She'd explain with knitted ridges.

      Starlock did indeed have most her systems and damaged repaired, her energon levels returning to normal, it was mostly at this point cosmetic damage done to her paint. "Hows that?" She'd ask, looking over the repairs she did to Ratchet, reaching over for a cloth to clean her hands.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet growls, but only says, "Jazz and his fragging logic." Ratchet begins to do a wider sweep of reports, looking for any sign of Nightlash, "If she was headed back the way we came all that way is Autobot territory. So long as she didn't overshoot the city she will be somewhere we can likely find her and someone would have probably noticed if a flaming flier at zoomed over the cityline."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Yeeeep." Starlock would state, placing her right hand on her side plating. "Said he wanted Quickswitch to see what inaction does, as a punishment, so.." She'd look back over to the berths. "Given we see the truly horrific and morbid.. I... Can't really argue his line of thinking there." She'd huff, bringing that hand up to rub at the back of her helm.

      "Maybe...Here is hoping, just be sure you let the welds and all settle first." She'd knit her ridges in thought, glancing away, thinking back to what nightbeat said, that someone /other/ than Ratchet and her should look over Nightlash, now was that due to injury or...? that conversation with Nightlash was starting to eat at her processors, which was becoming apparent as a cringe started to form on her face.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet grunts, "I can't argue it either. Which irritates me."

He hums as she tells him to let the welds settle, optics still glued to the information feed. When he does chance a glance at the femme he watches for a second longer before asking, "What's wrong?" besides everything that's already wrong.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nodded in response to Ratchet, it was her same reaction when she heard it.. And then he asks whats wrong, which was both a rellife, and absolutely terrifying at thee exact same time, and she'd look at Ratchet and gave an even wider cringe.

      "...Eeeh, something Nightbeat said, in combination with something Nightlash told me has my mind doing that wild paranoia theory things." Though now that she said it aloud it got her thinking. "...And given how of late those have been proven right time and time again of late, has me... Worried." She'd start, crossing her arms, glancing away uncomfortably. "Outside of what Nightlash said there really is no evidence too it..."

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet turns most of his attention to her, watching Starlock, " ... What did he say?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock sighs, and her pauldrons sink. "Remember how Nightbeat stated, over the communlink that, Someone other than you, and me, should look Nightlash over for not just damage immediately?" She'd say, carefully trying to phrase her words.

      "A number of Solcar-cycles before I'd called Nightlash into the medical bay to sit her down to ensure she was okay with the modifications I'd made to her drone to include medical equipment that would help her compensate for the unrepairable corrosion damage done to her brain module." She'd take a deep vent, clearly getting nervous.

      "She'd.. brought up how things of hers were going missing, like her ammo missiles, some of her bombs... Then that got me thinking back to all her missing wires and other materials she's mentioned missing over the communlink..." she started gesturing her hands like this was all piling up.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet listens, leaning back against the medical berth as a hand finds its way to his chin, "... Things missing... if someone is endangering her, why would he want someone else on the team helping her?" He is quiet a beat, "I specifically recruited you all because I trusted your loyalty and ability, does he think...." Does Nightbeat think the mole is one of /his/ medics!? "... If we want to humor him, we could have First Aid and Rung take a look at her, evaluate her both mentally and physically."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid is in his own little world, making replacement parts. He looks up at the mention of his name and nods. "Well if you want me to." he offers.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock sighs. "No no no.." she'd rub at her helm. "Nightlash then stated that she's been hallucinating, and.." She'd just sigh and drop trying to explain most of it. "I think.... Someone maybe taking advantage of Nightlash's damaged state, or controlling Nightlash in some manner, be it through a bug or other means, and is the autobot Monte was explaining he saw at the warehouse." She'd finally just say.

      "That is what I am worried about, when Nightbeat said someone should look Nightlash over for more then just damage... I ran two Diagnostics on her not long after the bombings started so.. I don't know if Medical equipment would pick it up." She'd add, rubbing at her helm.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet stills, optics unfocused as he stares into the middle distance, ".... We need Rung or..." He winces, already not liking having to say this, "Or a Mnemosurgeon to analyze her processor then. If she may have been mentally coded or shadowplayed then what we have at our disposal right now isn't going to cut it. She would need a deeper scan than we are currently capable of giving."

Ratchet pushes away from the berth, staring off again before walking with a purpose towards the doorway, "I'm going to go see if I can figure out where she may have been headed. None of this matters if we don't get her on a berth."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock shutters at the mention of a Mnemosurgeon, but did quietly remind herself that while, yes, the practice had been grossly abused in her experiences, but that didn't mean it /could not/ be used for good. "...Would that even work? I think the reason behind using Nightlash is because without her drone she can't form long term memories because of the damage, she's barely cognizant of the current date, but even then it often reset back to some point when she lost her drone at the Rust Sea." Waaait a moment.

      Starlock blinks as that last part comes out of her own vocalizer, and then looked to Ratchet, to that maybe being an idea of were Nightlash may have gone.

**Ratchet has posed:**
"Just because she can't /recall/ long term information doesn't mean no data is being saved." Ratchet doesn't like the possibility of having to 'needle' the femme, but it may be needed as a precaution should they be able to find one trustworthy enough. Even if she can't remember they need to be sure there is no malignant coding awaiting her when she does recover if someone is taking advantage of the femme.

He steps out the door, glancing back as he comes to the same conclusion after a moment, ".... I'll start there."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid is quiet for a long time. "I'll see what I cna do too. Theres just..too many of us. First Blurr, now Nightlash."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock took a deep vent. "... I hate saying this, but here's hoping this theory is right, cause I don't like the implications other wise." She'd knit her ridges. "Also...Thanks.. for Trusting, and believing me." She'd smile weakly.

      She'd then look to Aid. "I.. Agree... I didn't want this turning into another Blurr were I was two hours too late." She'd frown.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "How many more of them are there. How many more will this war destroy? They're out there, Starlock. Quickswitch, Whirl..theres so many people."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock stopped a moment in thought, and looked back to Aid, before moving over to Aid and taking his hands. "Hey... One step at a time... If their out there we'll.. keep helping them, one bot at a time, yeah?" She'd smile weakly. "I mean... We're not the /biggest/ group.. Or well equipped, but as long as we're trying.. That's all we can ever ask for." She'd nod, glancing away then back.

      "...Like Lynx told me, we should enjoy our victories, even if they are small."