1146/Crashing into the Scene

Cast of Characters: | Starlock, 139

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Local Autobot channels are interrupted by a rather confused Aerialbot reporting in for duty but mentioning something about a crash and a bent wing. Upon receiving a response from Starlock, said Aerialbot is soon at the doors of the Medical Bay. Well, sort of soon. Like, not promptly, but more like someone who took their time getting there- or perhaps got lost.

Fireflight pokes his head inside Medical Bay. "Er, hello? Sorry, I kinda got lost but... is this Medical Bay? It \*looks\* like a Medical Bay but..." He starts stepping inside, looking around. One of his wings is, indeed, bent and he walks with a bit of a limp.

**Starlock has posed:**
     The purple-mini-bot Medic was sitting in her chair, waiting for the eventual arrival for what she thought would be a seeker, which was right, however she did start getting worried the longer and longer it took him to get there. Her finials perking up when he speaks and steps in. She'd push herself up, using her stave as a walking stick as she came over.

      "Yes, this is the repair slash medical bay, Fireflight?" She'd ask with a smile. "I'm Starlock." She'd say, gesturing to herself, and then to a medical berth for him to sit on. "...Your leg okay?" she'd ask with a raised ridge.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight starts looking around as he takes all this in. When Starlock speaks, he jumps a bit in surprise, as if he forgot he was actually seeking someone out here. "Oh, right! Hi, Starlock! Yes, Fireflight's the name. Aerialbot. I was assigned here, I have the papers... uh..." He starts rummaging around subspace, looking more and more concerned. "Er... I \*had\* the papers, I swear!" He gives the medic a nervous smile. "Well- I think the records should be on file! Heh..."

Rubbing the back of his helmet, Fireflight grins sheepishly. Then he blinks and looks down. "Oh! Yeah, I crashed on my way here. Bent my wing and I think something's out of joint in my knee connections." He doesn't sound too concerned about it, like it happens all the time or something.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Ouch." Starlock would cringe, but still, gesture for him to sit down on the berth, also offering support if he needed help walking over to it, despite being a bit small for such... "Well, long as their on file, shouldn't be /too/ big an issue but should find where those papers went eventually." She'd nod.

      "Right.. I'll get you fixed up then, is uh.." she'd click her tongue looking Fireflight over. "This a normal thing for you?" She'd ask, as she pressed the button on her stave, which made it fold up, she'd then toss it into her subspace.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight smiles, then shakes his head good-naturedly with a hand raised, "Nah, I'm good, thanks." He limps over to the berth and plops down. Now sitting, he continues looking around the place as if taking it all in. "I guess," He answers, "I'm told I crash a lot and I should pay more attention to stuff." He sort of shrugs at that. "But, like..." He turns to look at Starlock, "...have you ever actually been \*up\* there?" He points skywards. "It's beautiful! There's so much to see and do..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock tilts her head, looking at him slightly confused, her processors had skipped a beat for a moment, before she'd shake her helm, and nod. She'd roll over a small tray of tools, and started with his bent wing, testing to see just how sensitive it was at the moment, and if she needed to dampen his pain sensors.

      "...Thought about it sometimes but then my fear of heights kicks in." She'd chuckle. "Slowly getting over it though, I can stand certain heights now." She'd smile.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight seems fine with most poking and prodding. He doesn't seem the sensitive sort at all, though if enough pressure or pain is applied, he will fidget a bit. Speaking of fidgeting, he starts slowly kicking his feet back and forth as he sits on the berth as if he's restless and ready to move on already. His gaze wanders again.

"Aww.... well, it's good that you're getting over your fear. I guess I can understand, not a whole lot of Autobots can fly. It's totally worth it, though!" He just seems to be gazing off into space now. "I wonder if they invented something, like... giant straps to hook you onto another Autobot who can fly or something. Then you'd be secure and wouldn't have to worry about falling off as your friend takes you for a flight!" Now he looks at her. "Think that would work?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gave a nod, once she was sure she wasn't hurting him, she's work on straightening that wing out for him. "I need to, I do work on bots like Sky Lynx, after all." She'd smile, only to stop a moment and stare at him... The logistics, and her own anxiety filled processors making her imagine the most worst possible ways that could go wrong, her ridges knit, and she cringes, before taking a vent to calm down and nodded.

      "It's a nice thought, though I'm unsure if something like that would actually work." She'd nod as she attended that wing.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
The Aerialbot's blue optics light up. "Sky Lynx? I bet it would be cool flying with a 'Bot like him." He smiles at the thought, then returns to gazing off into space, not seeming to notice the medic's tension. For all his squirminess, Fireflight does at least know to hold still long enough so that Starlock can set the wing.... it's like this is all routine to him. "Yeah, I dunno... I just like to think of the possibilities, you know? Imagine if all Autobots could fly... that would really send the Cons into a fit, don't ya think?" He laughs at the idea.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would chuckle. "Suppose it would send them all into a bit of a tissy." She'd smile. Once she got his wing sorted, she'd move to deal with that limp in his step. "Should be a bit more careful though, Alright?" She'd ask with a smile, notting a alarm on her datapad, she needed to get out to Rodion here in the next few kliks. "Shoot." she'd mumble.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight grins at the medic, then quiets as she continues doing repairs. The Aerialbot nods, "Ok!" He smiles, "Thanks for the help." Then he tilts his head as she mumbles. "Hmm? Everything ok?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock, despite feeling the pressure to get out there, took her time to ensure she repaired Fireflight's leg right. "Yeah, I just need to get out to Rodion's defences here once I'm done." She'd smile. "I'm fast though, so, should be fine, plus, I don't think anyone will be too upset with me, since I was tending to a patient." She'd smile. Once she was sure everything was set and closed up properly, she'd nod and moved to clean her hands.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
"Oh!" Fireflight nods, then hrmms. "I might be able to help, thanks to you!" Once Starlock is finished, the Aerialbot hops down from the berth and tests his leg and wing, stretching and squatting. "Yeah, this feels much better, thanks!" He straightens with another nod, now nearly hopping on his "tippy toes". "Just show me the way!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would smile and give him a thumbs up, and blinked... Well, not what she was expecting, but okay, she'd give a confirming nod. "Alright.. Ah, thank you also." She'd smile at him, she'd run a few system checks and supply checks, before giving a nod, and leading out of the medical bay, making her way for Rodion.