1321/Repugnant Advances

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was set up on one the medical berths with an energon drip hooked to her lines, (thanks to the help of the nursing staff) as she waited for one the OTHER Doctors to arrive to tend to her injuries form the day before where Sixshot had gotten a hold on her... She had a field patch slapped over it currently that was to hold till someone could properly repair it and it was driving her a little nuts that she couldn't just do it herself, and let out a grumble as she placed her chin in her hand.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid hears the call that people have returned from the battlefield and comes in with the cart. He pauses dead in his tracks when he sees Starlock patched up from what looks like ...something tried to rip her throat out. "Oh, no. Oh, no no no." he runs over with the scanner. "Starlock..." he scans her to check to see how she is recovering. "I'm sorry. Im so sorry."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looks slightly startled when it's /First Aid/ that comes into the medical bay and sees her injures, and knits her ridges, like a child that got caught doing something naughty! But she remains still for him. "H-Hey it's alright, not your fault con's are vindictive lil' glitches." She'd chuckle weakly and huffs. "...I'm okay... Err, Okay in the I'm awake and coherent, sense." She'd tack on with a weak smile.

      Field repairs from where her armor had been cracked, severely low on energon, damage done to her servos that was currently, impairing her dexterity, and of course where Sixshot had her in his mouth with damage lines broken armor, snapped writes and the like! ...There was also the oddity of the minor sorching on her armor, but that was superficial compared to everything else. "Lash and Dog were able to get me loose."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid frowns under his mask 'You have to be more careful out there. Let the big fighters take on the bigger cons. Looks like one almost bit you to death last night." he says as he checks her patches to make sure hes stable. His voice shows a great deal of concern

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock smiled weakly "Eheheh.. Actually he came after me." She'd point out, she was /soooo/ not going to mention what Sixshot said to her, she did not want to give poor Aid a spark attack after all!

      They are in fact temporarily, mostly covering the wound till someone could properly start repairs.. though it does look like her own self repairs kicked in.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes his head. "Even more reason to be worried about them. They've been targetting medics havent they?" he takes out his tools, turning down her pain receptors as he gets to work.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock puffs her cheek, staring at Aid as she debated telling the Truth.. however /other/ factors considered, she'd knit her ridges and give him something of a pleading look. "...Yes, but I also am slightly, starting to get the feeling, It's also /me/" She'd sigh, remaining still as he works, closing her optics. "Thanks Aid.."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Well, it just might be. You've b een going after them and they're vengeful glit..." he pauses. "They're into the revenge things." aww he still doesn't curse if he can stop himself. "Anytime, Starlock. You're my best friend. I hate coming in here and seeing this. And knowing I could do something to stop it."

**Repugnus has posed:**
Look who struts through the repair bay door. Gone to the point of MIA, it's Repugnus. He looks badly injured, armor peeled away from his torso and limbs, circuits sparking and smelling of necrosis. The Monsterbot has definitely seen better days. One optic is shattered, but the other gleams still with boundless malevolent glee. He immediately spots Starlock and First Aid. Looking over the injured medic, he chuckles and winks at her, "Sixshot, eh?" he drags himself further into the medical bay, "That's one freak I know better than to tangle with." he adds, Pug doesn't sound like he's in pain at all. Perhaps a little tired, but nothing more.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gives him a soft, tired smile. "Eh, just doing my job." She'd respond, but nodded lightly in agreement, there was something else she was going to say, or do but then she hears Repugnus, mostly his sparking, and then smells him and glances back, and knits her ridges.. Oof, she may be frustrated with him, but she does still feel pity, and empathy for the injured bot. "..Yeah Sixshot." She'd huff, confirming.

      "You should also lay down and allow yourself to be repaired." She'd add, before glancing back to Aid, and looking right up at him.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus cackles before taking a medical berth. In reality, he's in terrible pain, but this seems not to bother him. A truly disconnected spark. He chuckles again and asks those present, "So, what did I miss?"

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "I know." He says. "Just be...be more careful allright? I worry about you." he sees Repugnus come in. "Oh, Repugnus. You look terrible. Take a table and I'll be there in a minute." he heads over to Repugnus with his scanner once he finishes what he can on Starlock. "Let's see what we've got here."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "I'll try, no promises, but I'll try." She'd whisper softly to First Aid. Starlock then shifted her seat to look at the two as Aid Started repairs on Repug. "...I got promoted.. uuhh I think you went MIA before Pharma was removed from the bots.." She'd start counting on her fingers, trying to remember what all had happened. "Uhhh other things..?" She'd ask Aid, looking for some help jogging her memory.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "I Know." he says softly. "I saw Pharma removed from the bots. I was kinda there." he says. "I.. I have to get some supplies. You two should be stable for now. If you need anything call me okay?"

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus smiles, wider and wider, "Promoted, huh? When should I start calling you 'Prime'?" he waits nonchalently as First Aid fixes up his badly damanged frame and systems, "Pharms doesn't surprise me," he says indifferently and shrugs, "I was made a 'guest' of the Cons for a few cycles. They did this to me, then kicked me out." he dissolves into terrible, hysterical laughter.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Will Aid." She'd smile at him, watching him go, she'd then look back at Repugnus. "Pshhh, please I wont get /that/ far." she'd shake her helm, as she watched him. "Well aware, I was held by them once as well." She'd nod, she was very much aware of what they could do.

      "..I'd as if you're alright, but that laugh tells me you're fine." She'd puff a cheek, mostly teasing, she was well aware he was probably hurting like hell and not showing it.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus turns back to Starlock, "So..." he says curiously, "How'd you get into a tussle with Sixshot? He's one of the Con's heaviest hitters. I've only seen him once, at a distance," he smirks at the wounded medic, "What the frag did you do?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gives him a look a crossed his arms, debating getting onto him for calling her babe again, but, given his current state, she'll let it slide, no need to make a patient feel worse after all.

      "...I maaay have ruined his armor more then once in multiple battles." She'd puff her cheeks. "...My new plasma cannon eats away at the armor of bots and defenses so I've been using it to help make it easier to take down heavy hitters like him, specially when we don't exactly have matching power." She'd explain, going into her tactics.

      "That and I think they've started to realize that taking the medic down means those under my care are open out there because I can't patch 'em up and keep 'em going, and keeping those alive." she'd go on.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus listens, feigning interest in Starlock's retelling and yet taking note and filing it away, "Y'know what, babe? I'm gonna crash." Repugnus abruptly goes into a recharge cycle, "We're gonna be an item, you and me...~~" he sings as he fades off.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looks over at him and her optics settled into a half-lidded position and in a dry tone just say. "...Ew." She'd shake her helm and pinched her nose bridge.

**Swivel has posed:**
"You could still do worse."

Swivel had walked in at a rather choice moment, being able to walk pass the posted security with no problems. She looks over Repugnus for a moment or two, then looks to Starlock. Swivel straightens her back and shifts most of her weight to her heels. "Just decided to come by in person on behalf of the division to make sure all protocol is being adhered to, as this..." Swivel gestures to Repugnus, "...is a rather sensitive matter."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Me or him?" Starlock would ask, thumbing over to Pug at the mention of worse could of been done. "And Understood, why I made sure to ensure security was well aware.. Aid's also tended to his wounds." add with a nod... Starlock herself was sitting on a berth with her own wounds patched courtesy of First Aid.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel looks between Repugnus and Starlock, and shrugs while smiling. "Both, naturally."

Swivel nods. "Good." She then looks around at the current staff attending. "I was to inform Repugnus that until he's properly debriefed he will not have free access to the Decagon. He will require a security escort with him at all times until deemed otherwise." Swivel says, her tone turning flat and rehearsed. "But it seems he's not terribly conscious. Surely I can trust the message will be forwarded to him when he awakes?" Swivel asks, bringing her hands forward and locking her fingers together, twiddling her thumbs slowly.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gives a questioning ridge raise at that, not entirely sure what Swivel ment but shook it off. "Yeah I can do that." She'd huff, leaning back on her berth. "Less Roady gets to it first." She'd chuckle., leaning back tiredly.

**Swivel has posed:**
And Swivels epic failure at humour is left hanging. So she quickly moves past it, adopting her professional face as she nods. "Security will be updated as needed." Swivel adds, glancing at the security already posted there on behalf of... oh so many people right now. "I'd stay and chat, but I'm on the clock. And things seem to be in order here." Swivel pauses. "Unless... there are any concerns?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "I don't think so." She'd smile a bit. "I'll be resting a while here yet." She'd then yawn. "Though may need an extra guard as I know he'll likely make attempts anyway." She'd knit her ridges puffing her cheek. "I can deal with unwanted flirting, but I've seen him stab a waiters hand in public so." She'd huff.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel looks back at Repugnus then back at Starlock. "Of course. The safety of medical staff and their patients is very important. And Intel will be expecting you to forward the results of the sweeps for tracers, bugs, viruses, etc. You'll be running these tests several times, right? Of course. You know how to do your job. Consider the reminder just a formality."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's expression shifts with a knitted ridge but she nods in understanding, keeping her expression straight, she'd call for some of the nursing and tech staff to get to work on that as she remained on the berth. "Yes, I'll be ensuring it gets done."

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel nods, and then smiles. "And... I know after making these demands this will sound counter-intuitive but... just make sure you get some rest. Alright?" Swivel says, the formal facade fading somewhat.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Ehh you're just doing your job, I can be grumpy about it all I want but in the end, you did say you where on the clock." Starlock huffs after a shrug of her pauldrons, and smiles tiredly. "Don't worry, I'm /sure/ Aid will magnetize this berth if I don't." She'd chuckle, laying back.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel gives a half smile. "Just like folk probably shouldn't give you trouble when a medical procedure isn't very comfortable. Just doing your job. Glad you understand." SWivel nods again. "Well then I will get out of here and stop being underfoot." With that, Swivel walks out, nodding to the posted security as she does so.