1271/Romance in the Repair Bay

**Starlock has posed:**
     The medical bay is running around getting the injured stable and repaired, on that list is the Offline Hammerstrike and Medical XO, Starlock. Both of whom took heavy injuries... Starlock herself was leaking energon from still smoldering, blaken wounds caused by the turrets, as well as burns from Hammerstrike.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer returns to the medbay, carrying as many wounded as he can below his techchopper mode. He slowly lowers them into the Decagon and then transforms, sword in hand, looking anxiously over the injured Autobots. He looks around for the medic on duty.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr is a little bit more banged up than he usually lets on, but he is certainly in high spirits after that victory. "Ha, we really showed 'em." he says with a triumphant smirk as he sits down on a circuit slab to await repairs. "Too bad you missed most of the action, Springer."

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Although it took her a bit to get out there with her relatively slow vehicle mode, Healthpoint is also carrying plenty of wounded in her large medical transport area and underneath it. Once they are unloaded she transforms and...is apparently the medic on duty. She pushes her glasses up and gets to work quickly. Hopefully her height isn't intimidating compared to the usual medics that are in here. Namely Starlock and First Aid. She goes through triage quickly, getting energon drips going and sealing up major wounds quickly.

      She personally tends to Starlock, though she keeps talking to the others as she works. "How did this happen? Was she taking unnecessary risks again? ...not that I have much room to talk, I suppose." she says as small tools deploy from the fingers on her large hands to assist her in her work.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock remains silent as she remains offline, Anyone close enough could see they did in fact, heavily focused on her at the start.

      On that note, some of the medics question where Nightlash is, but then again, this is... Normal, for the orbital drone, Blurr being cooperative raises a few ridges as well but hey no one is looking a gift equine in the mouth!

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer chuckles in agreement with Blurr. "Too bad indeed! I picked a bad time to go on a wilderness training bivouac." He looks at Blurr critically. "You doing OK?" He glances over as Healthpoint gets to work on Starlock, giving them a little more attention than he does the rest of the wounded.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "I'm fine." Blurr says, waving a hand dismissively at the question. "A little scratched up but nothing I haven't had before." He glances over at Starlock and Hammerstrike. "Should probably focus on them first."

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint vents softly as she works. "I wish I had been able to go over those recalibration manuals more completely..." she says softly to herself as she works to get Starlock's basic systems back into working order. At least after that the self-repair mechanisms can get to work. "Hang in there, Starlock. You'll be fine." she says.

      Once preliminary care is done on Starlock, Healthpoint moves to Hammerstrike, and once she's done there she moves on to Blurr. She can't help a slight smirk. "Well...you actually took some damage -and- came willingly to the repair bay?" she asks, teasing him just slightly. "Please lie back so I can properly scan and sterlize your wounds." she says after that, returning to proper serious practitioner's demeanor. She spares a moment to nod a greeting to Springer. "Th-thank you for your help transporting the wounded, commander." she says, offering a timid smile.

**Starlock has posed:**
     As Healthpoint works, Starlock's systems start coming back online slowly, one by one, finally her optics flicker on with a groan and she brings a hand up to rub at her helm. "Think I lubed 'em off." She'd murmur, looking around to see where she was, and vented out a sigh of relief.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer frowns, looking at his sword a moment before sheathing it. "Sadly, I'm better at taking people apart than putting them back together," he muses. When Healthpoint approaches, Springer straps back to give her room. "No need to thank me," he replies. "It was literally the least I could do. You guys are the miracle workers!" Of course, when Springer himself is injured, it would take all the Wreckers together to get him to the repair bay voluntarily. When Starlock speaks, he looks over at her quickly and some of the tension in his frame visibly relaxes.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "I know, crazy right?" Blurr chuckles at Healthpoint's playful jabs. He does lie back, although it is still true that the speedster's unique physique is kind of a pain to deal with. Well at least he's not making things harder than they need to be this time.

    He scoffs slightly at Springer. "Trust me, there's nothing miraculous about giving a bunch of Decepticons the beating they deserve."

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      "You seem quite good at that." Healthpoint says to Starlock once she wakes up. "Almost as good as Blurr here." she says, that small smirk returning as she preps him. As Springer tries to downplay his importance Healthpoing just shakes her head lightly. "That might be true, but the faster the casualties reach the repair bays the faster they can be stabilized." she says.

      She pushes her glasses up, and scanning beams flow over Blurr to check his damage. "Nothing too serious, I think. Even your pride seems intact." she says. Another small, teasing jab.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckles as she gets herself sitting upright, groaning from the soreness. "Yeaaah.. Their a bit afraid of my Cannon.. Learning to take me out quickly, so I need to get stuff done fast, like weakening the walls." She'd grin over tiredly. "....Pretty sure I've given that whole group a rude gesture at least once.." She'd cringe looking away, and around, frowning at Hamemrstrike.

      "...Everyone's okay, right?" She'd look at Blurr, who'd she'd tossed the command beton to not long before she went down.

**Springer has posed:**
    "Thank goodness his pride is OK!" Springer joins in, teasing Blurr. "It's in the most danger, being the largest target on the battlefield!" he laughs.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr scoffs at Springer's teasing. "I dunno, Springer. That's kind of questionable, especially when we've got -yours- out there too." he hurls back. "I get it though, hard to be humble when you can walk up to Megatron and taunt him then get away completely unscathed." he brags.

    He glances at Starlock. "Yeah, need to get stuff done -faster-. And learn to dodge better. Which also falls in with being faster."

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint laughs with a bit of irony. "She has proven most elusive in our training sessions." she says, looking over at Starlock, then at Hammerstrike. "Hammerstrike will be fine as well. He is a tough one." she says before returning her attention to Blurr. His systems might be unusual, but after getting stuck as his medic so often Healthpoint has gotten somewhat accustomed to it. She giggles a bit as Springer joins in, and shakes her head a bit at Blurr's retorts. She gets the repair work done on him, then takes a step back as she updates the charts for her patients. "Blurr, you are the only patient I have had that is -easier- to deal with when awake than when unconscious." she says, shaking her head lightly and smiling.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock frowns, her finials drooping downward, as she looks away, the bags under her eyes becoming ever visible, what Blurr says hits a nerve, and stings... She looks down at her hand, and curls her fingers inward into a fist. "...Yeah, maybe you're right."

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Hah, yeah, maybe against -you-." Blurr snarks when Healthpoint mentions Starlock's elusiveness. "But I don't think she's quite at the point of being able to dodge a sniper -after- he's pressed the trigger."

    Indeed, Healthpoint has learned a few things, with the job of tending to Blurr getting pushed off onto her more than a few times. Of course, now some of the other medics are watching her in amazement. How does she manage to get the anesthetics blend just right??

    "Maybe you're just lucky I didn't -need- to be stasis lock for this." he chuckles.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer smirks. "Luckily I have my massive ego to shield both of us," he laughs. He looks at Starlock. "No way," he disagrees with Blurr's assessment. "Our little Starlock is quite the firecracker," he asserts. "That's a lot of might in a little package," he grins. "Not everyone can run their legs like you run your mouth, Blurr," he snickers.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint mmphs in in some annoyance as Blurr says that about her. She can't really say anything though without risking inflating Blurr's ego even more. She just finishes up her repair work, then hmms. "Faster is usually better, it's true. But, getting things done right is more important, and Starlock is very good at that. And she is still quite fast." she says, offering her fellow medic a small smile. "If you had any other medic out there, things may not have gone so well."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock glances over and snorts and chuckles loudly. She gave Springer and Healthpoint a side glance and a nod in thanks, and huffed. "That is true, can't take shortcuts when it comes to my line of work." She'd nod sagely, and reachover, going for a datapad, and looked at the reports and frowned.

      "Eheheh There is a reason I decided to repair Hammerstrike's wounds instead of mine, I'd gone down anyways, repairing Hamemrstrike though, he had the armor and size to last longer then I would of." She'd explain. "...By the way, sorry about that."

**Springer has posed:**
    "I know if I was in battle I'd want you two as my backup!" Springer alleges politically. "And that appears tactically sound," he offers, as someone who wasn't there.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Faster is -always- better." Blurr insists. "Especially if you can get it done right -and- get it done faster at the same time."

    "Ha," he smirks at Starlock. "Well it's a good thing I'm not a medic, then, huh?"

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      "Faster is better, yes. But -only- if you can get it done fight and get it done fast." Healthpoint agrees. "At least, when it comes to medical attention. There really isn't as much concern when it comes to defeating an enemy. As long as the enemy goes down, the method is not all that important so long as it does not cross the lines of battlefield conduct." she says.

      The tall medic goes back over to check on Starlock's vitals, then smiles. "Well, barring any internals that are beyond my expertise, I think you are good to go. Get some rest, and you will be as good as new by tomorrow." She then laughs a bit. "Blurr...I would say it is a very good thing you are not a medic." she says, shaking her head a bit and smirking lightly. She blinks as Springer speaks up. "Really? ...e-even me?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock stares at Blurr a moment and looks thoughtful. "Yeah, probably." She'd state bluntly. "You'd be as dour and stressed as the rest of us who have to deal with all the injury, illness and death." She'd nod sagely, crossing her arms. "That Ego of yours would be just as dead too, so It's good your not, and happy." she'd smile.

      Starlock looked up at Healthpoint and nodded. "Alright, Thank you HP, I'm sorry to say I'll be at Praxus tomorrow after said rest." She'd vent and smiled and looked to Springer. "Thank you Springer, I'm very grateful to hear that."

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer looks at Healthpoint directly. "Yes, Healthpoint," he says sincerely. "You've proven yourself repeatedly on and off the battlefield." He turns to Starlock. "You, too. Healers are every bit as important on the battlefield, even if they aren't obnoxious jerks like Blurr," he ribs, flashing Blurr a smile to let him know he's just teasing.

**Hot Rod has posed:**
His spontaneous arrival, as usual, is unwarranted and probably disruptive, but the former Nyonian rebel doesn't give a damn, of course. He nearly mows down the repair bay doors as he barrels in, in his alt mode, nearly knocking down the sign on the wall that says "NO VEHICULAR ALTS ALLOWED" in the process.

Protoforming, the turbo revving young punk elbows past Springer and probably surprises Healthpoint by wrapping his arms around her from behind, lifting her off the ground. "You're done here, right?" he says cheekily.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Hah, that's what -you- think." Blurr shoots at Starlock. Then he scoffs at Springer. "You're just taunting me because you -know- I still need time to recover, but you'd better watch it because I'm this close to clocking you." he threatens playfully. "Wouldn't want to annoy Healthpoint here, now would you?"

    Then Hot Rod comes tearing in like his usual glitchead self. "Hey Hot Rod, you ever get across that lake at the Grav-Haaran? Or did you give up after that fall?"

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint smiles almost shyly as Springer compliments her like that. "Th-thank you." she says, even though she is looking at a datapad instead of at Springer.

      Just who is rampaging through the repair bay is quite obvious even without looking. So...Healthpoint doesn't look up as she finishes updating Starlock's chart. Which makes it all the more surprising as she is suddently gripped around the middle and lifted off the ground. "Eep! H-hey! What are you-?" she stammers, fumbling and almost dropping the datapad she had been typing on. "P-please put me down!" she manages after she gets the datapad under control once more. She vents softly, then shakes her head and smirks lightly. "This is the repair bay. I am never actually done here. But...things do seem to be under control for now." she says, whether she has been set down or not.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Yes, Yes it is." Starlock nods before she chuckles at Springer again and smiles. She perks up and looks over upon hearing Hot Rod Barreling in and just sighs in aggravation at him ignoring that sign, specially with everyone running around to get injured soldiers repaired.

      "Hey Hot Rod." Starlock says dryly, but with a smile, leaning her chin into her hand. "Healthpoint, your secret admirer is here." She says teasingly with a smile, and glances to Speringer once more. "Know I'd fight beside ya' anyday Springs." She'd grin.

**Springer has posed:**
    Springer jumps as Hot Rod makes his obnoxious entrance, frowning at first but quickly getting over it because, really - who can stay mad at Hot Rod? He opens his mouth to respond to Blurr, but Blurr's already moved on to Hot Rod, and giving Blurr a slow retort will only make it worse. Instead Springer turns to Starlock and smiles. "Excellent! I'm going to hold you to that," he laughs.

**Hot Rod has posed:**
Hot Rod ignores Starlock for now, because since when did Hot Rod ever keep secrets about.. anything? Never. Secrets are for insecure people, which Hot Rod is NOT (because he doesn't have any fears or insecurities, right???)

 The young flameo doesn't put Healthpoint down, but seems annoyed at Blurr's comment. "Look who's talking," he scoffs, "Glyph told me the reason we haven't found that shapeshifting tool yet is because you were acting all weird and ran off when he tried to ask you about people with personal vendettas against you. Seriously, isn't that like, something you like bragging about?" he scoffs. "Besides, the answer to that question is yes, because /duh/, we never would have gotten past his dumb little avalanche causing defense mechanism if /I/ hadn't been there."

 He's actually now just attempting to carry Healthpoint out of the medbay, if she lets him.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Well good for -you-." Blurr replies with a scoff. "I would've hoped so anyway, since it was -your- idea." But he goes quiet when Hot Rod brings up that uncomfortable subject, looking away.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint meanwhile is still being held off the ground. And when Hot Rod starts toward the door her expression goes flat. "...Hot Rod..." she says as he is talking about Glyph. "...Hot Rod." she says a bit more firmly as he talks about vendettas against Blurr. "...HOT ROD!" she finally exclaims, and spreads her wings to break his grasp on her.

      She turns to him and pushes her glasses up. "I am glad to see you, too. But it is very rude to interrupt like you did. And it is actually unsafe for you to come racing in here in vehicle form! What if you damaged some important equipment? Or destabilized a patient who was in critical condition? Or caused a surgeon to flinch in the middle of an operation?" She is just this side of actually yelling, and intakes slowly after her little scolding of Hot Rod before letting it out just as slowly.

      "Now, if you can do so quietly and politely..." She turns away again. "...you may continue." Does she mean for him to resume kidnapping her? It seems so.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock just nods approvingly at Healthpoint, trying not to giggle, but there's a big grin on her face, and lies down, looking at the ceiling, before raiding Healthpoint. "<<Heck did you do to get their respect? I can't even get them to sit still for repairs and Hot Rod seems to only do so for you.>>" She'd ask, trying not to chuckle.

      "..I really need to talk to Swivel at some point." She'd muse to herself, before perking up. "Don't get in trouble now you two." She'd chuckle.

**Springer has posed:**
Springer shakes his head and chuckles. "Well, I'll leave you guys to it," he laughs, and heads back to make sure the new Rodion defenses are secure.

**Hot Rod has posed:**
Hot Rod doesn't press the topic with Blurr, instead, he just smirks and says, "Of course, all my ideas are great."

 He doesn't seem to even hear Healthpoint's scolding. "I'm getting you out of here," he says to her, like he didn't need her permission to keep kidnapping her, "get some drinks, go for a drive, maybe light some stuff on fire. Sound good? Great, let's do it."

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint sighs as Hot Rod doesn't even seem to hear her. "I...don't really do any of those things." she says as she is is dragged (or carried?) out of the repair bay. She waves to Starlock on the way out. "Contact me if I am needed! And I will try to keep him out of trouble!" she says, and offers a wave to Blurr as well.

      Then, Hot Rod has her alone. What now? She really has no idea what will happen when Hot Rod drags her out of the medbay. "So...um...how have you been?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "...Actually, Hot Rod, just ask her on a proper date, like a /sane/ person! like First aid Did with me." Aaaand that both Hot Rod and Blurr subsequently ruined. "Will HP! Try not to get stranded somewhere with Oxide sharks" That was probably going to leave HP with more questions than answers.

      She'd glance over to Blurr and sighed to herself, before taking in a vent, and glanced away. "...It will be okay." she'd murmur. "We'll figure it out."

**Hot Rod has posed:**
Hot Rod didn't hear Starlock. Or maybe he did, and he'd just dismissed it as irrelevant, because Nyonians don't take life advice from non-Nyonians (though Hot Rod has generally been known to not ever take anyone's advice except his own).

"Oh, you know, the norm," he says, "singlehandedly taking down a line of defense close to enemy territory." It's a bit of a vast hyperbole, but maybe Healthpoint will believe him. "Oh come on! Fine you don't to drink and drive, but at least throw lit cygars into the exhaust vents in the maintenance deck with me."

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint's energon colors her cheekplates as Starlock suggests Hot Rod asking Healthpoint on a date. Of course, she does say that is what a sane person would do, and Healthpoint is quite certain Hot Rod is not one of those. She shakes her head a bit at his obviously exaggerated explanation of what he's been up to. It still makes her smirk just a bit though. And she is just about to add on to his protest when he suggests the cygars thing. "Wh-what?! That seems very dangerous! It could start a fire or even cause a power plant malfunction!" she exclaims, then mmphs and rubs her forehead. "...alright. We will go for a drive. I hope you will not hold it against me that I fly rather than roll." she says. Keeping Hot Rod out of trouble will be harder than she thought!

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr watches Hot Rod leave with Healthpoint, but offers no further quips. It seems that whole thing that Glyph had brought up was a bit of a sore subject. He doesn't even give a response when the others look at him, instead just kind of rolls over on the slab and stares up at the ceiling without another word.

**Hot Rod has posed:**
"Uh, that's the whole point," Hot Rod deadpans, finally putting the female medic down.

 He looks dissatisfied when she says that they'll just go for a drive instead. "What?? That's boring, though. But fine, I guess. Well, we could go the Dead End. I heard they sell illegal fireworks there." He transforms. "I mean, you can fly, but I'll probably still beat you there~"

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint rolls her bright green optics at that and her wings flitter a moment as she is set down. "You...do know I'm a medic right? Preventing harm to allies is kind of in my hardcodes." she says, giggling just a bit. She transforms when he does and giggles again. "That is entirely likely. I am not particularly fast in either form. I transport, I don't intercept." she says.

      Hot Rod suggests illegal fireworks. He really picked the wrong girl for this kind of thing. The now big four-winged VTOL wobbles lightly in a way that mimics a headshake. "I...I am a soldier and a medic in an organization that started as a police force. I can't really join you in such a thing." she says, then hesitates. It feels like she's had to say no to Hot Rod ever since he showed up today. "...but...I suppose if...someone were to aquire such fireworks and launch them...I might be able to watch?"

      And with that, she takes off. Even though she has no idea where Dead End is and probably went the wrong way.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock huffs at them but smiles and lets them be on their way, looking up at the ceiling, a frown etching on her face. she was alone now in the medbay, lost in thought, considering what she saw on the report.. was a bit of a no brainer to her why someone wasn't here.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid heads into the medbay. "Im late. Again Im sorry. Is everyone stable?" he asks.

**Hot Rod has posed:**
"Don't worry about it," Hot Rod says dismissively, "no one's going to get hurt! When have any of my daring adventures ended with someone in the medbay? Like, never," he scoffs (Probably not true, but he would never admit it.)

 "Of course, because that's what you're going to tell everyone, right? You went for a fly around Rodion to do some perimeter checks for several cycles, saw some fireworks. That's it..."

 "See you in the Dead End to do some /routine patrolling/, then. I'll be expecting you." And with that, the red and yellow speedster drives off, leaving tire marks on the tile floor in the hallway.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid looks at Starlock and goes to her side. "Oh my. Looks like you got caught in the fire." he says. "Lets see what the damage is...." He works quickly.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock perks up and sits up, the energon drip still attached, she's been repaired but blast burns were still visible. "Hey Aid." She'd smile sheepishly. "Yeah Healthpoint got everyone." But he is not wrong, oh he is not wrong at all, fact it looks like damage from a certain Trash Dragon.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid sighs "Allright. Anyone need anything replaced?" He asks. "Or just waiting for self-repairs?" he says. "Which one got you?" He sounds concerned as always.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock brings her hand up over First Aid's gently, leaning her cheek into his. "Mostly just resting and letting self-repair do the rest." She'd huff softly, looking up at him. "Sinnertwin... Shadowstar also and Megatron got in some nasty shots as well." She'd tap on one of the patches.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid winces "Thats a horrible combo. Considering, you're looking pretty good. Next time..." He says. "Next time I want to be there."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckles lightly. "They did target me pretty heavily.. HP did a pretty good job sealing the holes." She'd huff again, looking up at him. "Worth it, though.. we took Rodion back." She'd say, almost proudly, if not sadly. "...Are.. you sure? Because I'm going to be at Praxus's defenses and I know you don't like fighting." She'd frown, looking worried.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes his head. "None of us like it. But we have to do it right?" He says. "I want to help."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock frowns and pulls First Aid into a hug. "Only If you honestly want to, I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do... Alright?" She'd try to sooth.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid Returns the hug. "I want to proe my worth out there. I cant be protected forever, Starlock." he says softly.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlockelts out a soft vent against him, nuzzling her face against him. "I know... I know.." She'd murmur softly. "...Already proven it to me, but.. I take this.. is more a prove it too yourself sort of thing, huh?" she'd smile weakly up at him.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Right. I just want to prove I can pull my weight around here." he says.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckles. "I think you do, I know I couldn't run this place alone without you." She'd lean up and kiss his face plate.. "...Thanks.. Also I was...Feeling a bit alone here."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid returns the kiss and chuckles. "Well. You're not alone anymore." He says softly. "I'm here with you. I'll help keep things under conrol here or there."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock smiles softly at him and lies back down. "Alright, I think.. I'm going to finally recharge now." She'd smile, closing her optics. "...Love you." She almost flinches at the word, but it comes out.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid smiles. "Good. Love you too. I'll take care of the place for you." He is getting used to saying it too, his tone is warm and honest.