1022/Clemency Repairs: The Rest...

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock had been on standby in the medbay with the rest of the worried medical staff, awaiting for the injured returning from the Clemency operation. And when they did? They were greeted by worried nurses and staff that quickly got them rushed in and on to the medical berths. Taking stock of who was worst off while the nurses got the others stable, Starlock and been quick to get First Aid Seen to right away, (and calmed down) like had been instructed before.

      She'd keep glancing over at Ratchet as she worked and talked to Aid. "How's that fuel line doing over there?" She'd call

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet had insisted that First Aid be taken care of first, that he could take care of his own fuel lines while the other medic was repaired. It hasn't been working out so grand. Turns out its hard to get a good angle when you're trying to repair the lines in your own neck.

Ratchet breaks off mid muttered curse as Starlock calls over, "Fine. I'm doing ... /just fine./" He's really not.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid lifts his head, watching Ratchet. "You gotta get that fuel line fixed. You can't fix others if you are..." He lays back down as moving was a really bad idea.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would use some of hew new found strength to gently push down on FirsT aid to keep him in place as she work. "I'll get to him in a moment, just hang on, and don't move, if you get up, more likely to fall on your face then anything, and can't help anyone when your on your face." She'd gently state to aid with a half-hearted smile, she was serious though, he needed to stay laying down.

      She did sit up from her work on the now recharging Aid, and blinked. "Why is that pause not convincing me?" She'd call back as she got the other medic repaired, after what seemed like long a whispered conversation with him.

      She'd skate her way over to get her hands sterilized once more, and other of Aid fluids off her person, before moving to Ratchet's berth to get a look at the damage.. Was the first she'd seen her mentor since.. well, everything, and this was not how she was expecting to see him.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet continues to grumble and cuss and grouse up until Starlock moves to him. He still doesn't stop entirely but it eases back a bit, reluctantly moving his hands to let her scan and look at the damage. "... Found out who has been hitting our mechs in the field. Some ugly beastformer who likes himself a energon sucker." He scowls, "Next time I see him I'm going to snap those fangs of his."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid stays still mid-conversation. He quietly watches Ratchet. "Yeah, I heard rumors of him but never sw him in person. I.. I am sorry. Its my fault, all of this."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would nod once Ratchet gave her permission to look, and moved to take in the damage, and cringed. "Right, he got more then your energon line here.. Always does." She would vent a sigh, before giving Ratchet a slightly heistaint glance, asking permission to begin work on helping him repair those lines and damaged wiring.

      "His name's Goth according to what I've heard from everyone, including Hound, who's come in ether slagged or been knocked unconsciousness by him, What I heard form Hound, he's a cloaker. So miiiight wanna be careful with that." She'd warn, before glancing over to First Aid.

      "Aid, you're safe, everything's going to be fine, don't wanna bust a weld now." She'd reassure trying to also keep the other mech from freaking out once more. "...Not met him myself yet, but.. Take it's as Sky Lynx.. Explained?" She'd ask.

**Ratchet has posed:**
"....Well? Go at it." Ratchet leans down a little for her to reach better, irritated with the unspoken admission he needs help. "Sounds like we need to throw up smokescreens or something. Things that will move when he goes through it." His cloaking may be good but no one can actually hide their mass.

"First Aid, if anyone is at fault here its Hot Rod for filling your processor with his dumb ideas." Ratchet simply grunts in response to if its as shes been told.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nodded once given permission, dampening his pain sensors, and got right to work, clearly /very/ familiar with the type of work she had to do. Redirecting the fuel pressure, pinching off the lines temporarily, and starting repair on the underline wires first. Having smaller hands in a situation like this was useful. "..That could actually work well." She'd muse in thought about it, then glancing down at the other notable damages, and taking note.

      "See?" She'd simply state to First Aid, before letting out a hem. "Or you know, applying fire, like everyone else does." She'd chuckle, seems being held as a POW didn't just give her a set of dark rigging under her optics.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet offlines his optics as Starlock gets to work, focusing on keeping his frame still for her to work. Also to be sure he doesn't have the temptation of trying to take over his own repairs again. "fire? ... hm. Doesn't seem like a bad idea either."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid winces as he answers, his answers a bit delayed "Yeah, but you know..." He says. "I shouldnt have listened to him. Twice." his optics are offline for a moment as he shakes his head. "Cons were just being cons. I should have known better."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Reconnect the wires, careful and precision welding of the fuel line... let it set for a bream, which she used to tend to the damage on his chassis. Once that was done, let the fuel back on course, watch for leaks, and once she was sure there was none? She'd repair the damage done to his neck guard. "Aaand Done, I don't think I need to tell you not to get up just yet... Do I?" She'd ask dryly with a raised ridge as she started cleaning away the mess from the worksight and her hands.

      She'd look over to Aid and puff her cheeks, before falling back into her seat. "Aid, we all frag up form time to time, /believe me/ know my embarrassing moments from listening to Hot Rod.. Case and point the oxide Sharks." She'd cringe. "All you can do is learn from it, and.. move on, really." She'd nod, that sounded right.. Right?

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet lets his optics online and he raises a hand to feel along the repaired lines. Definitely cleaner than it would have been had she let him continue like he wished.. which he won't admit. He will admit, though, "Good job, Starlock." And no, he isn't going to stand up and potentially ruin her hard work.

He turns his full attention to First Aid, "Just don't do it again, got it." Its less of a question, more a demand he not argue.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Yes sir." he says quietly. "She's very good. She did a wonderful job on both of our repairs." he says, his voice pretty tired as he looks on.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock shuttered her optics at Ratchet, staring for a moment at him as she was caught off guard by his praise, before she shook her helm, to snap herself out of it, after realizing what she was doing and brought a hand up to give a light wave. "Welcome, I.. Wasn't going to just let you struggle there." she'd smile softly.

      She would then get notably flustered by First aid's words, her finials twitching slightly before she pulled the try of dirtied tools away form them to start cleaning and sterilizing them. "..Your welcome Aid... Should recharge, you sound as exhausted as I feel." She'd nod sagely.

**Ratchet has posed:**
"She's right, you should recharge." Ratchet leans back himself with a grunt as his welds shift, letting himself thunk down a little more than necessary, "Right, im going to recharge for about half an hour. Don't wake me, we both know I'll wake up on my own."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Same here, I'm setting a timer. Thank you. Both of you." He says, as his optics dim and he lets recharge overtake him.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock give them a two finger salute as she cleaned one of the scalpels. "Will do." She'd respond before glancing back with a frown, where was Pharma? Wasn't he supposed to be here helping?... That matter, where was Hot rod? normally showed up when they started talking smack!

      Then again, she was probably hoping to much for him to come in on his own for repairs, when he wasn't trying to flirt with Healthpoint. She'd roll her optics at the thought and vent a huff. "Rest well, both of you.." She'd nod as she went about cleaning, and eventually to do the datapad work.