1309/In Good Conscience

**Blurr has posed:**
    Last time, on the Decagon hospital drama show, a controversial new recruit showed up for training. Triage, Pharma's former assistant, certainly raised some fuel line pressure for a lot of people. And now he's back for more shadowing.

    The new med tech knocks on the door of Starlock's office. Well...okay it's a supply vault really, but it serves a dual purpose it seems, and he's willing to respect both functions.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl walks into medbay -- or, more correctly -- limp-staggers into medbay, walking in a lop-sided fashion. His feet seem to be fine, though he walks with one hand behind his back, claws trying to reach his rotors. "<CEnsored!>" he yells. "I am gonna find the <expunged> <redacted> fragger who created srtring an' pound them into \*paint!\*"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock is quick to let him in, she had been sitting on the floor with a couple holo-screens open as she's been digging through all of Blurr's medical records, thankfully there was room for a few in there, but really, she needed to do something about getting a proper office, for now, this will do... She also has her small radio up louder then what it would be at her desk, aaand on a type of music most probably would appreciate, being rather dark in them.

      "Fall into the hands of sorrow
      Drawn by the darkest bay
      Walk into the pit of silence
      I am the one calling your name!
      I in the name of violence!
      Sentence you down to hell
      Live or you will die,
      Just for the sake, fetch me the tools!

      So I can create this instrument of Cyanide!"
      Starlock reached over and turned said radio down as she sat back down. "Right, thank you again for the help." She'd say quickly, only to hear /Whirl/ and clicks her tongue. "...Well, don't need to guess who's out there."

**Blurr has posed:**
    Triage steps into the doorway, though he doesn't come in yet. He peers down at her sitting on the floor. Not much of an office, is it. Whirl's creative cursing can be heard very distinctly. "Er...I was going to let you know that uh, Blurr isn't in his room. But maybe you should see to that guy first."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looks up at Triage when he says that and just let out a long suffering sigh, getting up and grabbing her radio. "God damnit Blurr." She'd vent as she came out of the closet, She trusted you mech! Now she can't trust you, so leaving the hand restraints in place next time. "Thank you." She'd say tiredly to Triage as she pinched her nose bridge and sat the radio back on her desk, and dismissed the holo-screens as she went to approach Whirl.

      "...Get tangled while flying?" She'd ask as she looked over what currently had Whirl tied up.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl considers his answer, then nods. "Sure! Let's go with that!" he says. "Definitely wasn't trying to figure out how to double-weild combat yo-yos. Nope! Certainly wasn't!" He bobs his head, nodding agreement with himself and causing the two yo-yos dangling from his rotors to clatter together. "...shut up."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would click on her communication link and "<<Blurr, where are you?>>" she'd ask as she chuckled at Whirl, and started attempting to help untangle Whirl from his.. 'combat yo-yos'. "...Combat Yo-yo's?" She would ask as she looked at how they where tangled.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl nodnods, causing still more bouncing and clatering from the yo-yos. "Yeah, they're all the rage," he says, likely making this up as he goes along. "I figured I'd expand my horizons but they are, like most things that are awesome, ill-suited to the empurata."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looks down at the tangled Yo-Yos as she continues to slowly get them out from around his blades. "Ah...Haah" Starlock says sceptically with a raised ridge, unlike a few Starlock seemed completely unafraid to touch him. "Well, will have you out in a sec... Just Need to get them out from around your blades..." She'd hem.

      She'd then click on her Radio to all of Medical.. and then Security. "<<Blurr's escaped again.. Not getting any comment back from him over the communlink.>>" She'd sigh, before looking at Whirl.

      "How are you feeling also? Still hurting? I know Aid was attempting to help relieve some of that."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl got the strings in there pretty good -- it's entirely possible that he created a new geometric shape. "Yeahhhhh, it's not as bad as it used to be, but the pain's still there. I can still feel my hands."

**Blurr has posed:**
    Triage arches a brow at Whirl. "Whatever that's supposed to mean." The frag is a yo-yo? Whatever, not that he cares. Starlock seems comfortable enough dealing with the problem.

    She finally gets a transmission back from Blurr, though. <<Don't worry I'm here.>> Though where 'here' is, isn't fully clear. The repair bay is crowded as usual this time of the day. Well, that is if he's even -actually- here.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock quirksa a ridge as she looks around. "<<Where?>>" She'd text back as she looked over the bay, as she looked back down at Whirl and puffed a cheek at the strings. She'd hold her hand out as her fingers extended as she kept trying to carefully remove the thread from his blades, leaving any in there could be bad.

      She'd then glance to Whirl. "Want me to explain, or should you?" She'd ask Whirl as she looked back to Triage. "Also it's good the pain isn't as bad... Means it's working, sure Aid will be very happy to hear that."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl shakes his head. "I'll do it," he says to Starlock, before speaking with the air of someone who quoting something learned for sheer spite. "During the empurata procedure, the subject's hands are amputated in preparation for the installation of the claws, with care taken to preserve the primary and secondary neural connections and servos in order to facilitate utilization of the new manipulators. Due to the punative nature of the empurata procedure, little care or heed is given to tertiary, quarternary or nth-nary connections. As a result, so-called 'phantom pain' may be experienced by the subject. While this is not an intended consequence, it does have the added benefit of increasing the punishment, further driving home the lesson." He grunts, then shakes his head as if to clear it. "...so, I can still feel my hands. Not my claws. My hands. The ones they cut off. Get it now?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Triage groans. "I -know- what an empurata is. I meant -those- things." he says, pointing at the strange toys. Does this guy enjoy talking about heinous and terrible things? Clearly.

    As Starlock looks about, if she happens to look up, she'll definitely notice Blurr sitting on a ceiling rafter right above Whirl and her. Well, at least that means he must be feeling somewhat better.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock eventually looks up after looking around a moment and... "How the slag did he get up there?" She'd then click on her radio to medical once more. "<<...Cancel that, found 'em.>>" She'd click her her tongue, looking up at him.

      She'd then look at the toys and held one of them up. "Pretty sure, this is said yo-yo." She'd muse, before he went on to continue untangling Whirl...

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl nodnods. "Yeah, it's pretty awesome, you can throw it at someone, it comes back and you can throw it at them again," he says. "....or that's the theory, anyway."

**Blurr has posed:**
    "..." Triage seems rather disinterested. "Right, sounds -great-." he says wryly. Also sounds like the perfect thing for someone with rotors to play with. He sighs, looking up toward where Blurr is sitting. "Must be getting better, then. That part's good."

    Blurr slides off of the rafter, juming down and landing smoothly in front of Starlock, though he winces just a little bit. <<I can hear you, you know.>> he transmits to Starlock. <<Have you seen Healthpoint?>>

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock fumbles and her own thin, finger extensions get caught in the string! Oh.. OH Hell no! She quickly tries to get them undone. Thankfully with a bit of work, she gets both her hands, and Whirl! Free of the string. "There we go! You're free Whirl." She'd chuckle as she started rolling the yo-yos string back into place.

      "<<Well aware, still wondering how the heck you got up there, also haven't seen her yet, but I'm sure once she signs into work, we'll know... Cause pretty sure I'll have to separate her and Triage.>>" She texts Blurr, can almost hear the sarcasm.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl doesn't spin his rotors wildly, but does rattle them as if making sure they're free and clear. "Thanks, doc," he says to Starlock. "You can scrap the yo-yos. Gonna stick to guns, I think. And grafitti."

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr sighs and leans back against the wall. Even though he is feeling somewhat better, he seems bothered about something.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock smiles and nods to Whirl, watching him go as she looks down at the Yo-yos and then to Triage. "...Rotorys." She'd chuckle, before sighing and shaking her head, Rotories indeed... She'd catch Blurr's crossed arms and posture, tilting her helm. "<<Something up?>>" She texts Blurr.

      She'd then look to Triage. "Alright, so, now that all that's done with, how have things been going so far with you?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr doesn't respond to her right away, a deeply conflicted gaze moving silently between her and Triage for a moment, before looking away and staring at the floor.

    Triage watches Blurr, then glances at Starlock. "He say anything to you?" he asks.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gave a tilt of her helm, and looked to Triage, shaking her helm about how Blurr hadn't said anything, but she does catch Blurr's look, osture, glances, and bites on her li in thought, she may have an idea though, lacing her hands on her hi latting. "<<...Are, you worried about Triage, being around?>>" She'd text curiously... It came as mostly a thought to how he'd asked for Healthpoint.

**Blurr has posed:**
    <<No, no not at all. It's like I said, none of that was his fault or his doing.>> Blurr insists, although without any vocal inflection it's hard to tell if he's lying or not. <<I don't know I just don't know who to trust any more sometimes.>> he admits. <<I have done some things that I'm not proud of. Recently.>>

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock crosses her arms and knits her ridges... She takes a dee vent, and then nods to Triage before looking to Blurr, and approaching him, standing beside him. "<<Want me to keep using Text, or rather I say what I'm thinking out loud?>>" She'd question as she stood beside him, looking up, just giving him some sort of supportive proximity.

**Blurr has posed:**
    <<I don't care either way.>> Blurr answers, shrugging. <<You can say it out loud, as long as you don't mind sounding as if you're talking to an imaginary person.>>

**Starlock has posed:**
     "...Eh I stopped giving a slag of what people thought of me a long time ago." She'd vent, leaning on the wall, looking at the texts. "...Learning to trust people is hard, specially if you've been nothing but burned over and over and over... Even more so when those people are in the care of.. Really delicate, and snestive things." She'd say, looking up at the ceiling.

      "...One those really difficult subjects were either extreme is bad... and I don't really have advice for since.. Well, I don't trust people implicitly myself, most have to earn it." she'd huff, she wanted to respond that she figured as much at his ending quote there but, felt it too casual to the point it may come off insensitive. "...How bad we talking?" She'd ask raising a ridge, keeping her tone soft, and empathetic.

**Blurr has posed:**
    <<But you trust the people you take orders from right? You have to, because if you didn't you couldn't follow them in good conscience?>> Blurr asks, his gaze fixed on her with an inquisitive expression.

    A few moments pass, and he glances around somewhat uncomfortably before looking back at her. <<<<Starlock, I want you to know that I really appreciate the way you stood up for me and protected me with everything you could do. I guess I don't usually give people a chance. Or don't listen to them when they do try.>> he admits, his gaze downcast for a moment.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Ratchet, Jazz, Hound, Sky Lynx, and Optimus, yes." She'd nod. "By talking with them, and watching their actions on the field, and while working, I can tell are people that have good intentions, and have what's best at spark, even if things go wrong.." She'd smile, and would think. "...Part of why I guess I was also so nervous around Pharma, that and no one that nice exists without ulterior motives." she'd click her tongue. "...That, and there is one I don't trust, but I'm... not sure how to react to respond to other then to just.. Double check everything, and do as I am told in the most professional of manners." she'd tack on.

      She'd reach over and pat his Pauldron. "Welcome... Just cause you were an aft to me, and I was mad, didn't mean I was going to leave you hanging." sh'ed give him a soft smile. "Sides, just gave me the chances to prove myself to you."

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr listens intently to her, though he still seems somehwat lost and confused in this regard. <<But how? How do you know? People can do all the right things, have all the right documentation, and everything. But how do you truly know? How do you know when someone is too nice to be genuine? How do you know when something can't be right?>>

    He sighs. <<I know I have been an aft to a lot of people. Some worse than others.>>

    <<I need to see Healthpoint.>>

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock taps on her face plat in thought. "Experience, really.. Little things I notice, but I am also a very observant person, so I know how I preserve things are not how others will, but... Ever notice that it's the truly kind people, are ether horribly grouchy, or tired? Or are very uhh, what's the word.. Gruff? at the start, but their actions often betray their words? See from what I've learned, that normally comes from where they've been taken advantage of, and been burned and taken advantage of a lot, because kindness ever attracts those that wants to take advantage of it.." She'd muse.

      "But keep trekking despite it, even though it's shaped them into these internally exhausted or grouchy people, like Ratchet, Swivel.. heck Optimus even.. He hides it better then others, but I can tell he's tired by how he moves sometimes or how his voice carries" She'd nod. "With Pharma I never heard or saw any of that, always left the room when I came in, never wanted to stay and talk, always felt stiff and cold... like needles dancing across my armor." She'd shudder at the thought.

      "...One time I did get to properly talk to him, did give me some decent advice, but.. didn't really outweigh all the harm he did with that plague.. so many cybertronians died.." her finials fell back. "...and I feel /very/ stupid still, for trying to tell myself I was wrong about him." She'd nod.

      "..I guess to boil it down.. You don't know till you've had the experience, or get to know 'em.. some don't even show till sometime into the relationship... And then you get stuck in a hard spot of needing to decide what's best for you." She'd nod again. "Heh I probably sound preachy." She'd rub the back her neck. "...Yeah.. but I honestly don't think it's something you can't come back from, given a little work, and no short cuts." She'd smile again. "..Hmm, where is HP?" She'd wonder as she looked around.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr listens to the advice carefully, something that kind of rarely ever happens with him. But this time around, he's kind of forced to anyway, since he can't interrupt. When she's finished though, he sighs and sits down on one of the medics' work benches, thinking.

    <<But you can't get to know everyone you take orders from like that.>> he points out, picking up an empty specimen vial and twirling it around idly.

    After a moment his gaze goes back to her. <<And what about me? Am I grumpy enough? Do I seem genuine to you? Trustworthy?>>

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nods at that. "Indeed, you can't, not everyone, this place is.. a bit different in that regards, vs a proper job." She'd take a vent through her denta in agreement, watching him and crosses her arms in thought.

      "....You're someone who's not really had much experience with the world outside of what bubble they were put into, much like I was, but on a more extreme level, given what you said before your memory was wiped, again, in that that, the people that were controlling you, basically made sure you remained ignorant of life and others around you, and didn't.. teach you how to properly interact with people or the world outside their grasp." She'd explain, looking for the words.

      "...Now that your free of that, You're sparks in the right place, but you're also having trouble relating to others, or communicating how you feel because you were not taught that, you're trying, a bit immature, trying to figure it out on your own, but, you're trying.." she'd take a vent and sighed with a smile. "How far off the mark am I?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr rolls the vial around a bit more, then flicks it between his hands. But he's certainly listening to her.

    He stops at some intervals, turning to face her every so often. There's a pause after she's done talking, as he sort of glances uncomfortably around the room again before looking back to her.

    <<I murdered four defenseless civilians, Starlock.>> He finally admits. <<Prowl's signature was on all of the kill orders, so I trusted that command must have had good reason for it. I know I should have known better. But it's too late now.>> His countenance falls. <<I told Jazz. I told him that I assumed he'd been part of the decision. He wasn't happy. He doesn't even want me to trust him?>>

    The seedster looks back u at her, distress and deseration on his face. <<I can't stay here. I'm losing it already.>>

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock knits her ridges. "...Ooof." She'd cringe, looking at Blurr, well, there was THAT confirmed.. She rubbed at the back her helm and came up beside him. "....Yeah that's.. Pretty bad, but even through text, how you're looking down, not looking at me, playing with that vial, I can tell you are remorseful for this.. It's a mistake you'll need to learn from." She'd look up at the ceiling once more and then to him.

      "I can understand why, someone was using his operatives to basically commit murder, and were not just controlling /his/ people, but also setting a dangerous precedent for his people to not question him or decisions like this... S'pretty heavy stuff." She'd then scratch at her face plate.

      "...I know things are scary right now, but this is something that really can't be run from, else it will reflect really poorly on you." She'd explain. "...You're getting stir-crazy, right?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr nods. Yeah. Yeah it was bad. He stares at the emty vial, then chucks it back into the container he original got it out of. <<I don't know why I didn't even think about it at the time.>>

    <<I don't know why it didn't even occur to me.>>

    He shakes his head, staring at the wall across from him, then puts his head in his hands. <<<<I've been stir-crazy this entire time.>>

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looked down, trying to think back on it all. "...I have my suspicions given what happened with your memory." She'd sigh. "But I have no proof, sadly." She'd look at him sadly.

      She'd look back at the wall and taed her face late in thought, before bringing u the radio once more, to hide her message. "<<Jazz ordered me to keep you here, but I also understand you physiology makes you very.. finicky, and always needing to move...>>" She'd click her jaw in thought as she texted. "<<Basically that you are 'sick' until you are not.. However, I do think I can bend that order /slightly/ in allowing you access to the training simulators to run around, maybe mask it as a kind of physical therapy... I'll need to see what wiggle room i'll have.">>"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr can only hope it doesn't happen again. And that Jazz or someone would at least find out who was responsible for it that time. He sighs and straightens back up, getting up from the bench.

    Honestly, he just wants to go home. He needs some time alone...to think. Not that her efforts aren't appreciated, however. He smiles gratefully and nods his thanks, patting her on the shoulder.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gives him a smile, and thinks a moment, looking around at all the other collective soldiers in the medical bay. "I'll see about getting you a proper long term patient room set up, so you have a bit more privacy, also, 'for now, I'll talk to Jazz on what to do." She'd nod, before snapping her fingers. "One more thing.. Thank you, for remaining in the medical bay, even if you did get off the berth." She'd chuckle.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Little does she know, Blurr's definitely planning on sneaking out of here as soon as all his servos are back to normal and he can move like he usually does. Because he can, because no one can really catch him. It would take an entire team, probably a few teams, who all could predict which way he'd go, to actually chase him down and restrain him. The Bots are spread thin with the war raging on many fronts--it's unlikely command would afford to spare that many resources -just- to nail him down.

    With that in mind, he just sort of smirks at her. Then he produces a small data slug with Healthpoint's name on it. It has his hailing frequency in it. Just in case she sees the other medic before he does.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gives a thumbs up and a nod, words don't need to express what she needs to do with that once she saw the name, and held out her hand. "Will do Blurr, and I hope I helped some.." She'd smile, once she's got it, she'll turn to go get ready to do her rounds, and work with Triage further, though there was a pause as she glanced back to Blurr, wanting to say something, in regards to Swivel but... Not now, they both needed to heal first, and instead nods and continues on.