1074/The Search Continues...

**Pharma has posed:**
    So there have been some suspicious happenings going down at Deltaran, particularly involving Pharma and his PA, Triage. Thus far, though, it seems that the well-respected physician had done everything according to the books, obtaining the proper signatures and documentation to approve the "memory replacement" therapy procedure for Blurr. Among some other things, that the investigative party may not know about--yet.

    But if that had been the case, why didn't the records line up? Why was that surveillance system "glitch" so conveniently timed?

    What exactly was Pharma hiding?

    At any rate, it seems that there is one more likely place to search for Blurr...

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock had come back to sneak around Deltaran in a bid to try and find Blurr, and well.. Not run into PHarma, she'd radioed First Aid ahead of time and was now tightbeaming him as she moved along the halls. "<<So.. Point in all this is to try and find where Blurr is, and to avoid Pharma like a case of the Cybonicplague.>>" She'd tightbeam Aid.

      She'd took a vent as she tried to relax herself as she walked. 'seemed' was definitely the keyword in all this, given what Optimus had been waiting on Glyph for, but she'd still not heard back from the other Minibot about getting what he had to Optimus, even though she'd emailed him.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid has just got done checking the ICU and is moving deeper into Deltaran <<Right.>> he tightbeams back. <<With luck we wont have to look far, one way or another.>> he seems tense, knowing if Blurr is not here something must be amiss.

**Pharma has posed:**
    It seems once again a typical busy day at Deltaran Hospital, with medical personnel bustling about here and there, tending to patients and whatever other administrative work needed to be done. No one really pays either Starlock or First Aid any mind--after all, they are medical personnel too so they must just be here helping out as per usual.

    However, Starlock might catch a glimpse of Triage, Pharma's PA, headed into the gravlift toward an upper floor and still looking as disturbed as last time.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<...Well I mean the obvious place would be in the 'new' instatue building here... Just... I'm not sure how easy that is going to be for the both of us.>>" She'd knit her ridges. "<<...If we had Ratchet or Optimus, it probably would be easier, but just us? I'm not sure how long we'ed last just /walking/ in there... It is attached to the hospital, so logically we shouldn't look too suspicious, right?>>"

      She'd question as she started walking that way, only to stop and spot Triage, and started walking towards the gravlift. "<<I've got a visual on Triage, Pharma's PA.>>" She'd take a vent, wondering just how much Pharma had informed him about Starlock's snoopings, but started walking towards the gravlift... She wasn't intimidating like Ratchet or Optimus, nor dangerous like Pharma.. so how was she going to do this?

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods <<We're doctors here. We should be able to walk in. Just.. I hope we don't find what we're looking for. Theres only one way to find out.>> He starts heading in the direction of this institute as well. <<I'll meet you at the entrance.>>

**Pharma has posed:**
    Well, it seems Starlock at least has a small-ish group of other personnel headed for the gravlift at the same time to mask her approach, and Triage doesn't seem to be onto her. As it would happen, he too is headed toward the New Institute, up on the 12th floor. So the group would find themselves in the elevator with Triage and a bunch of strangers, the noise level moderate as some casual conversations are going on.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<I think you mean do, since what we're looking for is Blurr, unless you mean something else?>>" She'd ask over the tightbeam as she came up got into the gravelift with the group. "<<..I notice you slurr your words sometimes and say the wrong one when you mean something else, like don't instead of do.>>" She'd nod "<<At the gravlift, following Triage in... seems he and another group are headed the same way, 12th floor Aid, meet me up there.>>" She'd state over the tightbeam as she listened to the chatter, and watched Triage carefully.

      "<<Can't really approach him with these many bots in here.>>" she'd note as she waited, after all, good things came to those that waited.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses <<Yeah that's what I mean.>> He syas. <Just mean I hope we find Blurr, and not..anything else. I have a bad feeling about this.>> he says and yeah he tends to get mixed up when hes stressed. <<Sorry. I'll try to make myself clearer in the future.> he heads up the lift towards the 12th floor. <<Triage eh? Hmm. thats the kind of thing Im afraid of>>

**Pharma has posed:**
    The gravlift chimes each time it stops on a floor, which happens a few times before they reach 12. But when they do, Triage steps off along with a few others. Upon arriving, they'd see a sign pointing toward a set of double doors leading down a wide corridor that clearly says "Welcome to the New Institute." There are no locks or anything, and it seems people are coming and going freely. Including Triage, who slips through the doors as another group is exiting.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<You and I both... Just.. realize we can only do our best.>>" She'd try to encourage. "<<Alright.>>" She'd respond, before taking a mental note of the floors that they stopped at on the way up, before following the group.

      "<<So far is pretty inconspicuous, two simple double doors with a sigh... Lot of people are just coming and going... Following Triage still, don't want to lose track of him encase he can lead us to Blurr.>>" She'd then send First aid her tracking signal location, to allow Aid to find her without issue as she followed Triage into the Institute.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods <<I know.>> He tightbeams as he makes his way up to the 12th floor. <<Right, I agree. Keep an optic on him. I'll be along shortly."

**Pharma has posed:**
    The doors open into a short, wide hallway that opens out into an atrium with a small waiting area and a long, rounded reception desk with three different attendants. One of them glances up when Starlock and First Aid enter, motioning them over, while Triage heads toward a door off to the left side. He waves an access key in front of a security reader, and the door unlocks to allow him in.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<Left side door, number (X), needs some access key.>>" Starlock would tightbeam First Aid, in a attempt to keep note of where Triage went as she approached the attendant. "Hello." She would finally say as she relaxed her frame in a bid to look relaxed, bit she did have a questioning raised ridge.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods to Starlock and watches Triage use the key, trying to see if theres any code that he put in or anything. "Hello there." he says to the attendant, and stays behind Starlock a moment as if letting her take the lead. Hes not sure if they shoudl ask if they've seen Blurr, but is pretty sure he knows they won't tell them one way or another if they have.

**Pharma has posed:**
    It would appear that there is no code, but that Triage simply used some sort of microchip ID to get inside. The door shuts and he disappears behind it.

    The attendant who had waved Starlock and First Aid over smiles politely as they approach. "Hello there, how may I be of assistance to you today?" he asks.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock had to think ,and think hard on how to answer this question, she too didn't believe that they would just outright tell them if Blurr was up here, since they went through all the trouble to hide the fact, and even so much to possibly forge a signature if what Optimus and Glyph where doing was any hint.

      She'd take a vent and nodded to herself. "<<...I'd offer a bet on if they'd tell us he's up here, but I think that's in the high loosing chance.>>" She'd tried to joke to Aid over the Tightbeam as she looked at the attendant.

      Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? "...We're looking for Blurr, and have reason to believe he brought up here?" She'd ask with a tilt of her helm, keeping her voice calm and natural.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods as Starlock takes the lead. He tightbeams to her << With luck, they'll let us go in and do a sweep.>> with that he adds "If we could take a look around real quick we'd appreciate it. In, out, locate our patient or not. We won't be a bother."

**Pharma has posed:**
    The attendant arches a brow at Starlock, but answers anyway. "Blurr? Yes, he was transferred up here a couple of megacycles ago, why are you looking for him? Did Pharma send you?" he asks. "Or were you wanting to view a demonstration?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<Smooooth, getting a handle on this whole doctor thing, aren't you?>>" She'd ask Aid over the Tightbeam, with a slightly raised ridge. Well now, seems that bet wasn't as low chance as they thought... She'd glance back to Aid in silent questioning before looking back to the attendant.

      "Optimus told us to find him, you see someone didn't file their paperwork properly and the prime was sent on a bit of a gyro-goose chase." She'd explain.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid tenses "Optimus Prime sent us directly to return him to the ICU. And a demonstration? A demonstration of what? What have you been doing to him?" he asks, approaching a bit.

**Pharma has posed:**
    "Oh, pff." The attendant looks sort of exasperated at the mention of documentation being neglected, but then his optics widen when she tells him that Optimus has gotten involved. "Wait, Prime himself is on this? Seems a little extreme for some stupid recording mistake." He really sounds like he doesn't believe the fact that Prime was on a gyro-goose chase or had personally told them to take him back to ICU. A shrug. "Well anyway Optimus can come up here himself and have a look if he wants, I know for a fact that Blurr is indeed here."

    "Well they've been doing what they always do here, good sir." The mech replies to First Aid's question, then points to a holopanel on the wall that basically shows the contents of the pamphlet Pharma had given Glyph last time. "And yes, we do sometimes allow observers for demonstrative purposes, for those who want to learn more about our processes for whatever reason. Most of them are volunteers."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid asks. "Im a doctor and a scientist by profession." he says. "I think.." He says. "I think I'd like to see this demonstration."

**Starlock has posed:**
     She nodded to aid, as if indicating she understood what he was doing and looked to the attendant. "Ah can I have more than just your word to return to the Prime with? Some actual proof he's up here? I'd hate to give him bad information, after already being told the wrong thing three times by others." She'd nod.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Im just curious as to what you're doing here and how Blurr is involved." he says.

**Pharma has posed:**
    The attendant nods to First Aid. "Certainly." He brings up something on the workstation in front of him. "In fact, looks like Blurr's procedure is just about finished, might be able to catch the tail end if you wanted." He just sort of gives Starlock another exasperated look. "All right, all right, why don't you go with your friend, hm? Get the confirmation you need, and satisfy your professional curiosity."

    He speaks into his comm, then. "Skyshaft, got a couple more medics wanting in to the observation room for Blurr's operation out here." A pause, then he nods at them. "He'll be right with you."

    Sure enough, about a breem later, a technician comes out to fetch them. "Skyshaft, pleasure to meet you both. If you'll follow me." he says, and heads toward the door Triage had gone through earlier.

**Starlock has posed:**
     There was... An eerie silence from Starlock, to stay they least, there was no thank you, there was no acknowledgment, just a frown and a darkening of her optics as she followed First Aid, like an empty shell. "..."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "T..thank you." He says quietly. "What sort of procedures were done on Blurr? I'd like to know the full details. Before, after and prognosis of the procedure." he keeps his voice professional and places a hand on Starlock's shoulder.

**Pharma has posed:**
    Skyshaft shrugs. "Sorry, but I honestly have no idea. I just fetch things and show people around, really." he says, as he escorts them through the secured door and into a hallway lined with many different examination and operating rooms. "One of the PAs leading the tour might be able to tell you, though." he says, stopping in front of one of the doors and opening it. It leads to a short set of stairs that go up to an observation deck above one of the operating rooms.

    There are a few other medics there, watching the procedure below. Sure enough, Blurr is down there, his body locked into some kind of rotatable housing surrounded by all sorts of machinery, surgeons, and technicians.

    Oh, and guess who else is up here? That's right, it looks like Triage is one of those PAs Skyshaft had been talking about. He glances up at the newcomers, smiling politely. "Welcome, welcome. Please, have a seat." he says, motioning at the rows of benches.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid takes note of where he is, whats there and everything. "I will ask when we are done. I just wonder if he knew what you were doing, and approved of it." He says. He tenses completely, watching closely.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<....I don't know what to do.. we did everything and failed..what's.. the point of continuing with this?>>" She'd ask in a dead tone over the Tightbeam to Aid, her optics continuing to darken. Starlock would follow Aid, crossing her arms, still not saying anything aloud. trying to keep a professional look on the outside, despite how.. it was starting to feel around her.

**Pharma has posed:**
    Skyshaft stares at First Aid incredulously. "Of course he did, they never operate on anyone without the consent forms." he states, before leaving them with the rest of the observers and Triage.

    Triage continues to describe what is going on below as they settle in. "Just putting on the finishing touches now, such as polishing up the new EMP missile compartments with miniature dampening fields to prevent accidental internal discharge..." However, after a moment, he seems to nice Starlock's demeanor and overhear part of what First Aid said to their escort. "...did one of you have a question?" he asks.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes his head. "He wasnt in the right frame of mind did he have a psych eval? What all has been done?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock is still silent, around her is still cold form her heating protection kicking in. She still stays near Aid with Dark optics. "...What Procedure is this?" She asks, her voice is very small, withdrawn, and it's apparent she's forcing it out.

**Pharma has posed:**
    Triage gives First Aid a puzzled look. What kind of question was that? "Yes, all of our patients were previously seeing therapists regularly. These procedures are only offered if counseling proved ineffective."

    As for what has been done and what is being done? "Well, a number of things. First of all his condition was stabilized, then memory replacement therapy began. By the New Institute staff and the attending physician's recommendations, a more optimal version of past events were written over the original data. Our goal with that is to create a more emotionally stable state of mind. Simultaneously, new technologies were incorporated into the body as repairs took place."

    Then he smiles a bit, clearly fascinated or enthralled by the subject. "But the best part of this is that not only can we fix the problems, we can actually make him an even better soldier. Tougher, smarter, faster--yes even for him--by improving the efficiency of existing combat-related algorithms. Of course as long as he signs for everything..." Though his voice falters momentarily at that before he perks back up. "Which I'm happy to say he definitely did."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Allright." he says, his tone still professional. "I just want to make sure everything is going according to protocol. Memory replacement. What..does that entail?" He asks, leaning in. "How will he be as a person. Not just a soldier. But..a person when hes through with this?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     All Starlock could really think about how that was all just going to blow up in their face, because blurr /never/ apologized to them for treating them like slag, and just because /he/ thought so, didn't mean everyone else went unaffected, internally she was starting to work herself up, when a bit of frost started to form on her armor but she just.. shrugged, and gestured to First Aid with a lip arm to indicate them oti of 'what he said.'

**Pharma has posed:**
    "Well, it is what its name implies." Triage says with a shrug. "It can range from minor edits to memories by simply changing the individual's perspective or opinion about the same events, to actually changing what they remember or erasing it completely. They do try to leave as much intact as possible while still creating an optimally stable state, although that is often a challenge."

    "As for how he'll be as a person, well we can't always predict that exactly but what we can tell you is that he will be more psychologically stable and functional." He turns back toward the observation window, where the Institute personnel are just finishing up, carefully removing him from the housing and placing him on a gurney. "Well, looks like they're about done down there, he'll be headed to recovery for a few cycles and then be right back to active duty. Hopefully this session has been informative for you. If you have any questions, let me know." With that, the others start to file out.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "It has been." He says, his voice totally emotionless, totally professional. "Thank you for letting us observe. At least.." He looks to Starlock. "We know what happened now. Should we go? theres not much we can do to help."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<...Told you.. what's the point?>>" She'd state to Aid somberly.

      "...Sooo.. What will he remember?" She'd ask, glancing away, keeping her voice withdrawn and barely above a whisper... Glancing to Aid, putting a finger up to indicate a moment.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid calls back <<Nothing illegal happened. Theres nothing we can do.>> he looks at the ground a moment as Starlock puts a finger up.

**Pharma has posed:**
    "W-well I wasn't involved directly in the procedure, neither am I a mnemosurgeon, so can't exactly say." Triage replies. He...seems to be getting more and more nervous the longer they talk to him and the more questions they ask, even though he did offer to answer questions. Probably only because he was supposed to say that, though. "So, uh--why don't you just go talk to him in a few cycles as soon as he gets back to the Decagon, and find out for yourself?" he suggests. "Anyway, I'd love to stay and chat more, but got to get back to Pharma's office." He starts to hurry out.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock frowned, the irises in her optics turning a low gold color as she speeds in front of him, with her datpad out, one the opened Medical alert about Blurr... With Optimus's order attached to it, and her voice matching the chill around her. "Don't. Lie. To. Me."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid tries to cut off Triage from behind. "You are a doctor as well. You have an ethical obligation to tell us if anything weird is going on here."

**Pharma has posed:**
    Triage stares at her as she rushes in front of him to block his exit, his stress level definitely skyrocketing. He throws his arms up defensively. "I-I'm not lying! I swear, I don't know. I wasn't part of that decision. Like I said, that would've been up to the Institute administration, and his attending physician...a-and that would've been...Pharma."

    He glances at the datapad, shrugging. "Look, I just work here, okay?" he says bitterly. "And I'd like to keep doing that, especially since this is what I always wanted to do, so I-I...just do as I'm told." Then he brushes past them and quickly pushes his way into a group of technicians headed out of the Institute. He certainly does behave like a mech under a lot of pressure...

**Starlock has posed:**
     "...That's /all/ I needed to hear." She'd state, pressing something on one of her audial headphones as she walks over to Aid.