1149/Crossing Paths

Cast of Characters: | Repugnus, Tap-Out, Starlock, Whirl, 139

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was quietly working over by sanitation sink, sterilizing some the recently used tools, the radio was also on and playing one of the slower paced songs, compared to the normal loud and faced pace genres she'd listen too.... While she was looking down at the tool, anyone that looked at her would notice she was deep in thought, else were, by how her optics kept moving from side time, slowly.

      The medical bay, at this current point in time, wasn't buzzing with much activity, and was in one of it's luls, but after the loss of Rodion.. there were definitely more Autobot's coming into the repair bay, due to being unable to be taken to Deltaran thanks to the knew Decepticon occupants.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is still standing watch in front of Nightlash's quarantine suite. He's been there since she was placed into specialized care. He stands, leaning against the wall, his head moving back and forth in a slow, steady arc as he surveys the medbay for any sign of someone who might want to do her harm.

**Repugnus has posed:**
The Monsterbot, Repugnus, has come calling to the Medical Bay, "Hey babycakes," he calls to Starlock as he strolls down the middle of the room. He takes a puff from a cy-gar and whistles a tune. Behind him is a small trail of energon. He's wounded. Part of his armor is ripped off, showing the damaged wires within.

**Tap-Out has posed:**
    Tap-Out slips into the medical bay. He's been mostly absent since his rescue from the Power Base fighting pits - spending increasing amounts of time to himself. Now he's showing his face, looking around carefully, almost suspiciously. His arms are cut, ribbons of armor stripped away. Tap-Out doesn't approach any medics, however. Instead he moves to a self-treatment area, requesting replacement plating and adhesive, preparing to take care of things himself.

**Starlock has posed:**
     That voice in combination with that /nickname/ snaps Starlock from her thought process to scowl over at Repugnus. "Private, what did I tell you?" She'd ask with a glare, knowing full well he was likely just trying to get a rise out of her, but good primus those /names/ they made her feel so.. wrong.

      She'd then note the energon trail and the wound, and sighed out, setting the tool down, and pointed to one of the medical berths. "Sit." She'd command, not ask, command, he wasn't going to get to argue this with her, because A, she was tired of people being difficult when it came to wounds, and B, Ratchet was really rubbing off on the purple mini-bot medic.

      She'd give a nod to Whirl in acknowledgment, sort of.. really did appreciate his presence, even if it was quiet. "So.. Care to tell me what happened, Private?" She'd ask as she cleaned her hands before pulling out a try of clean tools with her over to the medical berth.

      Some nurses would be able to help Tap-out with getting what he needs, but one does start to optic over his wounds suspiciously. "I'll be with you in a minute!" Starlock calls back, not really paying attention to where Tap-out had gone, only that he'd come in.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's optic catches sight of the newcomers, since he's moving his head like a security camera on a pivot because a binocular field of vision is a priviledge he's no longer allowed. He's on guard and, seemingly, on his best behavior. The only sign he's giving of still being Whirl is the near constant click-click of his claws.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus lays down upon the berth without a care in the world, "Nope! Sir." Repugnus tacks on the 'sir' like he does every time he says it, "You're quite the Ratchette, babe." he glances at Nightlash and Whirl, "Don't let 'em cut out yer spark, kid," he says to Whirl, in reference to his empurata mutilation, "You wanna tell 'em frag off, do it. Don't let em have ya by the ball bearings," Repugnus notices Tap-Out in the corner of his optic and files away his look and wound pattern for later purusal.

**Tap-Out has posed:**
    Tap-Out nods in response to Starlock, accepting help from the nursebots and wrapping his own wounds to keep them clean until they can be looked at by a proper medic. He then goes to sit quietly in a corner with his back to the wall, where he can watch the entire medbay with no one behind him. His left hand twitches slightly but he doesn't seem to notice as he gazes repeatedly around the repair room.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's optics settled into a half-shuttered position, she'd look down at the wrench in hand and thought a moment, before spinning it to where the 'sharp' end would be in her palm and she would whack Repugnus with the hilt of the wrench, not enough to cause damage, but enough to hurt and send a message.

      She'd then huff out, and get to work, repairing the damage to Repugnus. "Well he is my mentor, so, I hope I'd hope that would be a compliment to keeping idiots like you in line, and on-line." She'd huff... Glancing Over to Tap-out, remembering he was with Hyperdrive when she sped out to help rescue the group.

      "Hello Tap-out, been a bit." She'd state, finally getting a glance of his teal armoring, before her purple optic's focused back to the larger Bot.

      Though her mind did wonder slightly in regards to Whirl... "...Gotten kinda attached haven't ya', Whirl?" She'd ask carefully.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl has been being very, very good, being quiet and unobtrusive -- or as close to it as he can get. At the very least, he's stopped recounting the plots of the books he's reading, has read or will be reading. Truth be told, he's beginning to go a little bit stir-crazy, thanks to his self-imposed mission to protect Nightlash's quarantine chamber at all costs.

So, it should come as no surprise that he latches onto Repugnus's acknowledgement of him as an excuse to start talking again. "Trust me, if I want to tell someone to frag off, I do it," he says. "At volume and at length. I wax eloquently on how, where, when, why I want someone to frag off. I include suggestions for style, duration and method of fragging off. If I had an increase in rank for every time I told someone to frag off, I'd be King-Supreme-Mega-Awesome-Super Prime by now."

**Repugnus has posed:**
\*WHAM!\* Ow. Repugnus's laughter distorts with the sudden blow, but does not stop, "She's /crazy/ about me!" he tells the rest of medical. The vile, flagrant genius contained in the Monsterbot's cranium believes the fabric of his own lies, notices much, far, far too much, and knows that /she/ knows his wounds were self inflicted. Listening to Whirl amuses him, that and Starlock elicits hysterical laughter, "Keep at it, kid." Tap-Out is sitting with his back to the wall--he takes that in, too.

**Tap-Out has posed:**
    Tap-Out glances over at Starlock and a flash of warmth brightens his hollow, suspicious optics. He glances down at the floor and nods. "Yeah. Been out of the world a bit," he admits. "Take your time, though," he insists. "It's no emergency." He glances down at his wounded arms and a touch of guilt sparks across his silver face. "It's fine," he adds with a slight smile, rubbing a forearm through the patch as he takes in Whirl's stream of commentary.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
A red and white figure pops his head inside the door, sucking through a straw at some kind of big fizzy drink he holds close to his face. Sluuurp. Fireflight looks around, and upon spotting Starlock the Aerialbot heads her way, looking wide-eyed at Whirl and Repugnus, smiling at Tap-Out... still sipping through his straw. Finally, he gets closer to Starlock and at some appropriate break in conversation waves at her. "Hi, me again. I never did get repairs for our battle the other cycle. I think I'm doing pretty good, really, but I was told to go "let the medic be the judge of that". So- here I am!" He smiles and takes another long siiiip through the straw.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock keeps working to fix Repugs wires, and the fiber and armor that had once covered them and frowns. "Not even in your dreams, Private." She'd huff, even if he was being an aft, Starlock remained gentle in repairing the wound, trying to ensure she'd done it as propper and thorough as possible.

      Whirl's tangent does get a snort, and even a giggle out of Starlock, a grin twitching up onto her face. "I'd enjoy seeing that, long as it's more than well deserved." She'd chuckle at Whirl, her optics then glancing over to Tap-out. Thinking to herself on what he said.

      "I don't mean to sound scoldy.. But don't underplay your wounds too much Tap, your just as important as anyone here" She'd nod, sure he wasn't the /most/ urgent at the moment, but she still felt it important to say.

      Starlock then glanced up at Firelight.. Whoo boy, Medical bay was getting busy. "Alright, Flgiht, take a seat on one of the Berths, I'll get to you after Tap-out, okay?" She'd smile, there was definitely a trend here she had nicknames for people... And Repugnus did not get the best of them.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl considers. "Well, to be fair, every time I've done it, it has been well-deserved -- at least, in my opinion," he says. 'My disciplinary records show that many beg to differ with my helpful instructions on what, where, why and for how long they should go and frag themselves." He shrugs. "Takes all kinds to make a world."

**Tap-Out has posed:**
    Tap-Out smiles, looking down at the floor. "OK," he says quietly. He doesn't seem defensive as if scolded - instead he simply listens to Starlock and waits patiently. He rubs his injured forearms again absently. As Whirl continues, Tap-Out's smile curls upward even further.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight does as told, soon kicking his feet gently back and forth as he sits and sips the fizzy drink through his straw. He looks around at the others, "You all here for repairs and checkups, too?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock couldn't help but chuckle again at Whirl, she did seem intent to listen to him, even if she didn't say much back. "Not afraid to speak what's on your mind I see." She'd smirk.

      Once she was done tending to Repugnus's wounds, she'd move the dirty tools to the sterilization sink were one of the Nurses had picked up Starlock's work, she would thank the bot for doing such, before cleaning sterilizing her hands and bringing the tools and supplies needed to start looking over Tap-out's wounds, frowning as she took note of the rubbing.

      She'd gesture a hand out gentle to his injured arm. "May I?" She'd ask before touching him, a soft smile on her face.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl shrugs. "What's the worst that could happen? I end up with spike hands and half an optic?" He pauses, considering that. "...okay, so that woudl be pretty fraggin' bad, but that day comes, I'm gonna kill everyone they send to try and do it to me."

**Tap-Out has posed:**
    Tap-Out looks up at Starlock with a smile, nodding to give her permission to remove the coverings and examine his wounds. The skin of his armor has been meticulously stripped away in stripes from the back of his forearms. He glances up sharply, however, as Whirl starts talking about killing everyone.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight looks around, still sipping his drink, but nobody answers him so he settles back in to just watch. Siiip.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Heh, I envy your courage." she'd smile over to Whirl. "I mostly hold back what I really feel or think, because.. Well." She'd roll her optics and cringe. "Politics." She'd huff. "And self doubt, fear.. List goes on." She'd state with a spin of her index finger on her right hand.

      "...Besides, I doubt anyone is going to do that too you now... Pretty sure most, have come to the agreement that sorta thing is far beyond cruel." At least she hoped for. She'd then turn her head to focusing once more on Tap-out.

      Starlock frowns as she looks over Tap-outs wounds, her face settling into a softer look, she definitely knows what those are, after all her own fingers were taloned for detailed medical work. She'd glance up at the fellow mini-bot and give him a light pat on the pauldron and got to work repairing the damage.

      "Well, Yes, most are flight~ Whirl here though is guarding a friend in qourinteen though." She'd explain, answering him when no one else does.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's claws clack together. "Courage? More like, 'slag no, I won't go,'" he says, looking over at Tap-Out and Fireflight. "That one,' he says, gesturing with one claw at Tap-Out. "He's got the look of someone who gets it, poor glitch. That one?" This time, he points at Fireflight. "...slag, he's going to find out. Hopefully sooner rather'n later. Easier that way." Well, someone's a raging ball of sunshine today!

**Tap-Out has posed:**
    Tap-Out smiles appreciatively at Starlock, both for her help and for her silence about his wounds. His forearms are easily repaired - the damage is literally only skin-deep. He glances up again as Whirl indicates him, but merely smirks in response.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight perks as Starlock answers him, blue optics fixing brightly on her. He nods, then pauses to look at Whirl. "Guarding a friend?" He blinks and looks around. "From what?" Then Whirl addresses him and he just stares back. Another flicker of his optics. "...Huh? Find out what?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock glanced back to Whirl, and then down at Tap-out's wounds once more, a frown on her face as she started to realize what Whirl was talking about, and nodded simply. She'd take her free hand, trying to keep it hidden from sight of the others but Tap-out, and pointed to a specific spot on her upper-arm were the paint was noticeably newer, before bringing her hand back down to continue work.

      She'd think a moment before she'd answer Fireflight, trying to find a softer way to put what Whirl was meaning. "That... there are bad people in this world, and life is sometimes times unfair.. and that bad people will get away with awful things, no matter how hard you try and just..."

      Starlock would frown, Tap-out could see the slight welling at her optics and sighed. "...It gets to you sometimes." She'd nod, glancing at whirl, hoping she put it in a bit more of a softer manner, and or that was the proper translation of what he was meaning.

**Tap-Out has posed:**
    Tap-Out's appreciative smile warms and he nods silently to Starlock. Finally, he fires up his vocalizer to speak. "Bad things do happen, and sometimes bad people get away with committing the worst atrocities," he agrees. "But when you have good people at your back," he grins. "It makes it a little easier to recover from them." He glances down at his repaired forearms. "Thank you," he says sincerely. "I'll try not to be back with the same problem," he promises.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl was apparently lost in his own thoughts. He shifts, optic blinking as he looks over at Fireflight. "Kid, you'll know when it happens. Don't rush things, okay?"

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight listens to Starlock with a dawning understanding spreading across his face. "Ohhhh, so like, Decepticons?" He looks from her to Whirl. "Oh." The Aerialbot goes back to kicking his feet slowly to and fro and sipping on his fizzy drink. "Ok! I dunno, most people seem pretty nice so far, 'cept maybe for the Decepticons. They're... not so nice, seems like."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gave Tap-out a soft smile and nodded. Once done she'd push herself up and moved the dirty tools to the starlization sink once more, repeated the process she had with Repugnus, this time going to Fireflight though, and starting to look him over and start a diagnostic.

      "Their both right.. And, yeah, like Decepticons." She'd smile at Fireflight, though there was a slight knowing glance to Whirl, before glancing up in thought, before looking to see if Tap-out had completely left, and then to Whirl. "....Lynx also gave me some good advice once, that.. Sometimes it helps, to take joy in the little victories, since big ones come rarely...Plus you made a difference in /someone's/ life." She'd nod, looking at Fireflight's read outs.

      "I'm glad to hear most have been kind to you so far, Flight...So, Flight, how are you feeling? I didn't think you got hit the other cycle.. Unless I missed my field monitor going off?." She'd ask, tilting her helm.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl snorts. 'Like Sky Lynx has ever had a \*little\* victory," he says. "That mech has an ego that could devour planets." He shifts as he stands near Nightlashs' quaranteen chamber, still on guard like a faithful hound. Or, more correctly, a scrapyard turbocanine.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight smiles as Starlock approaches and begins her diagnostics. He nods. Everybody knows the Decepticons are the bad guys, after all! He sluuurps more of his drink, then stares at Starlock. "That sounds a lot like Skydive. He's like.... the ...well he's the kind of guy who says stuff like this Sky Lynx. Ohhhh, he's the dragon isn't he? Dragon... shuttle?" He wobbles his hand, uncertain just what to call Sky Lynx. The hand drops down as she asks him how he is. "Feelin' fine! I didn't get hit, no, though guess I got a little smoke inhalation from the bombs and stuff." And probably his own firefog missiles.

He then stops and gawks at Whirl. "Really?" Wow, this Sky Lynx sounds HUGE. "Oh, hey..." He notices the chamber and immediately starts to get up, aiming to go see if he can look inside, apparently completely forgetting about Starlock and the exam. "Is that where your friend is?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would make note of the mention about smoke inhalation, and go to check his filters. "Yes, Lynx is the beast-former spacer." She'd nod, chuckling at Whirl. "Well, yes, still it's an interesting type of ego... It is still good advice though." She'd nod. "It's helped me..." she'd add softly with a smile

      She'd then panic a bit at seeing Fireflight get up. "A-ah hey, i'm not done!" She'd state, trying to get in front of him in a bid to get him to sit back down.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is used to being gawked at, though not usually because of Sky Lynx. As Fireflight approaches Nightlash's chamber, he shifts to stand in front of the door. "Yeah, she's in here and nobody but the medics gets to go in, unless COC says so, so step back, kiddo. Let the nice medic finish workin' on you, yeah?"

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight makes a few more steps towards Whirl, but hesitates as Whirl tells him to step back. He blinks, then looks back at Starlock and... "Oh, whoops, sorry." The Aerialbot stands there looking between the two before sheepishly scooting back towards his berth. "Ok, beast-former spacer. And he's another flier, cool." He stops again, looking at Whirl. "You're a flier too, right?" Seems he's forgotten the chamber now too.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grunts and nods. 'Best damn rotory in the skies," he says, with his usual modesty. "Used to be a flight instructor before...I wasn't one anymore." He shifts, seemingly planning on staying in front of the door for now.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock huffs. "Sit down please." She'd state to Fightflight, nodding to Whirl in thanks, she'd then go to finish up tending to Fireflight before he'd get up again! She'd then smile over at Whirl, as he's at least getting /some/ positivity. "Lynx is pretty cool." She'd at least answer, before letting Whirl his time to shine juuust a little.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight perks at that. "Flight instructor? You think you could teach me some stuff? I can fly, sure, but I just..." His face scrunches a bit as he holds his hand up like it's an airplane, then it suddenly veers floor-ward. "...I have a little trouble staying airborne." A little. He blinks and looks at Starlock, "Okay!" The jet plops back down in place on the berth. "He sounds cool! Maybe I can fly with him sometime." He tilts his head, studying Starlock. "What're you?," he asks curiously, apparently unaware that it may not be polite to ask such /forward/ questions.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl shifts from foot to foot, head bobbing, claws clacking. "...ehhhh, I don't really do that any more," he says. 'For, reasons...yeahh, see if Sky Lynx'll train you. He's a raving egomaniac but, well, not without cause."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock steps away once she's gotten him tended to and blinks, and looks herself over, was it that hard to tell what she was? She'd knit her ridges and click her tongue. "I'm a.. uh.." She'd cringe a bit, feeling a bit self consciousness all of a sudden.

      "....I'm ah.. Mini-bus." aaand there it was, she wasn't a spacer, or a flyer, she was a mini-bus, named Starlock.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
The Aerialbot's face falls slightly. "Awww. I bet you'd be good at it!," Fireflight says, possibly naively. Though he seems to brighten at the suggestion of Sky Lynx, giving Whirl a nod. "I'll ask him if I meet him!"

He turns back to Starlock, jaw dropping slightly at her answer, but then lifting into a smile. He seems genuinely excited. "A mini-bus? Cool! I haven't met many of those." Then he blinks. "....Why Starlock, though? You navigate through the position of stars or something?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl stalks back and forth in front of the door. "Right, back to it," he says. "I'm not gonna be distracted. Nope. Nope. Nope." And he makes good on his promise, patrolling a very small space for the rest of the night.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock blinked as he actually got excited about meeting the ground pounder medic. She'd think on her name though, specially back when she'd talked to Blast off at the Mithril Sea. "...I'm not actually sure why I was given this designation." She'd scratch at her face plate in thought, Actually, who.. Had called her Starlock? Se couldn't remember. She'd then shrug.

      "All I know is I.. Think i'm starting to live up to it, I do take a lot of interest in astronomy and star mapping." She'd smile. "Ehhh.. I also told someone something really chiche, once about what I want to be able to do..."

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
"That sounds fun," Fireflight grins. "Sometimes I like to look up at the stars during an evening flight, see the twinkling lights up above with the dark ground below, but then there's reflections of buildings and rivers reflecting the last evening light above and it's all so beautiful and then I sort of...wind up in a pile on the ground." The Aerialbot stops, shrugs, and sighs. "Heh. Not sure how that keeps happening but hey, it's still worth it." He then tilts his head, "Yeah? What do you want to do?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock glances down, her face lighting up a slight energon purple-pink color as she then glances away. "I want... to make a difference to people, inspire... hope, ease their pain and burdens and well..." While it wasn't what she'd told Blast Off exactly, it was still a much more simple re-wording of it. "...I guess, I want to be a good leader." She'd say in a much softer, quieter voice, kicking at the air lightly, folding her arms behind herself, her face still full of blush.

      "J..Just so many people get corrupted by power, and it should be used to protect those who can't A-and.." She'd clear her voice box. "That must sound silly." She'd nod, waving her hand. "Sides, good leaders don't aim to be them, it's just kind of throw into their lap because no one else wants to do it."

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight listens, even with his limited concentration he seems to focus for a moment. The jet's slowly rocking feet still and he thinks a moment.

"I don't think it's silly. I think it sounds wonderful. A lot of people just sort of... cruise through their life," he states, his hand vrooming around like it's a car. "But you've got people like... like Optimus Prime who take a stand and fight for what's right." His hand becomes a fist, then relaxes. "And...I dunno, it seems like there's a lot of people who aren't as, uh, famous for it as he is but who, like... believe in the same things. Do some little kind thing here and there, but those little things add up!" He smiles at her. "I believe in you. You know how to take care of the sick; I'd bet you'd make a good leader!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gives Fireflight a soft smile and chuckles. "Thanks Flight.." she'd glance down in thought, then back up. "...Yeah.. You're right.. " She'd grin. "Don't.. lose that kind of thinking, alright?" she'd chuckle. "About the little things adding up I mean." She'd nod.

      She'd then take a vent, trying to push the thoughts to the side about if she would be a good leader. "Right then, seem to be alright, took care of your filters, so should be okay." She'd nod. "Just watch we're you are going and you be okay." she'd wink.

**Fireflight (139) has posed:**
Fireflight gives Starlock a cheerful nod. "I won't!" Seems the Aerialbot's spirit hasn't yet been dampened as some have. He stands up, raising his arms for a last look, then gives the medic a sort of brief 'salute'with a grin. He laughs once, "Thanks. I'll try! There's just so much..." He starts talking as he steps forward and nearly trips over a small table nearby, "Ooof! ....Uh, stuff out there to see." He circles around the table, hands shoving it gently back in place with a graceful sort of flourish, gives her another nod, and off he goes!