1304/Indefinite Language

**Blurr has posed:**
    Another typical day in the repair bay, with the medical staff hustling and bustling about--it's always busy. Always soldiers from some front or other flooding in, at least the ones whose injuries couldn't be handled at field hospitals.

    As might be expected, not many of the medics are particularly fond of taking care of Blurr, although thus far he seems to have been behaving in a remarkably docile and quiet manner uncharacteristic of the typical hard time he often gives medics around here.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      And as the unofficial medical liason to Blurrs, Healthpoint has been pressed into service as his caretaker. She doesn't mind that much, but she always feels like things are kind of tense between Blurr and herself. During a lull in the flow of casualties she makes her way over to Blurr and her built-in mask retracts. "Hello again, Blurr. How are you feeling?" she asks in her usual amicable healthcareworker tone.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock is doing her rounds of those that need repairs, checks on patients, and the like, she also takes note of Blurrs decisiveness which was.. well, odd... But she's not going to look a gift equine in the mouth!... Well really she should, given it's Blurr, the thought made her sigh, she'd glance over from her clip-pad, to Blurr and Healthpoint, listening to what was being said for a moment.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel has said she'd be back. And true to her word, the femme walks into the medical bay. She does look down at some treads left behind, scuffing at them with her foot before she continues on in.

**Blurr has posed:**
    If Healthpoint and/or Starlock have been monitoring readings closely, they'd see that there is still some residual amount of whatever that strange substance from the Undergrid was here and there, but in places that are almost impossible to get to without dismantling him. But it's not too much, and his systems should naturally flush it out given time.

    When Healthpoint approaches, Blurr looks up at her with a pained expression. He looks absolutely -miserable-, but he doesn't whine at her or try to run off, or anything difficult like that.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      When Healthpoint sees Blurr's expression, her own becomes one of concern. She checks his readings and charts, then vents softly and rests a hand on his shoulder. "Are you in physical pain? Perhaps we should disengage your pain receptors for a while." She then pulls a chair over and takes a seat beside him. "Or...if you simply want someone to talk to...I am here."

      She looks over and offers a nod of greeting as Starlock walks by, then over at Swivel. "Is that from Hot Rod?" she asks, looking toward the treadmarks.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would take note of Swivel and motion to Healthpoint, that Starlock would tend to Swivel. "returning for that check up?" She'd ask as she aimed to get beside Swivel. "...Sorry about the other night." She'd add on with a cringe, looking away slightly remembering the whole mess... Also grunting when Hot Rod is mentioned.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel looks up to Healthpoint, then down at the marks. "Yes." However, Swivel says nothing more on the matter, not knowing if Healthpoint has heard about the incident. Swivel glances over to Blurr, whom Healthpoint is sitting by, and then proceeds further into the repair bay.

Swivel nods to Starlock. "That I am. Prefer to get a clean bill of health before heading under again. I'm not done with the Undergrid just yet."

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr shakes his head at Healthpoint, though what exactly that is directed at isn't totally clear. But other than that, he doesn't do or say anything else. A technician comes by, deploying a drone to clean up those ugly tread marks that Hot Rod left behind. He glances at Healthpoint. "Weirdly quiet and subdued, I know. On the one hand, I'm worried. On the other...most of us prefer him this way."

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint shakes her head. "Racing around in here again...is that mech even using his processors?" she mutters to herself before returning her attention to Blurr. She purses her lips as he seemingly declines both offers, then looks over at the technician...and frowns rather deeply. "...did you have to add that last part?" she says quietly, then motions for him to keep moving.

      She looks over as she overhears Swivel and Starlock. "So, you intend to go back down there and find out what that was?" she asks Swivel. She's curious about the reference to the other night, but figures it's best not to ask about that in an open medical bay.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock grumbles out irritable. "I wonder sometimes HP, I really wonder." She'd shake her helm, and pat a berth and also frowns hearing the tech. "Just because /some/ of us like it, doesn't mean it's right." She'd huff. Starting to set up the Diagnostics for Swivel, and pulling the tool try over to start repairs on those left from the Undergrid mess.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel looks back over to Healthpoint. She then tilts her said. "Has Blurr said anything since I left?" she quietly asks Starlock. An uncomfortable look comes over Swivel, but she then gives a small shake of her head and tries to redouble her resolve. Not her circus anymore, Blurr is no longer her monkey.

At Healthpoint's inquiry, Swivel nods. "Still unclear what created the signal that brought us down there in the first place. And I'm suited for subterranean missions." Swivel then glances back over to Blurr, shaking her head at some of the less than sensitive remarks made by the staff. But... Starlock and Healthpoint seem to be handling it. Swivel's lips become a thin, tightly pressed line as she relaxes, letting Starlock do her thing.

**Blurr has posed:**
    The technician sighs. "Sorry, but you of all people know how -difficult- he usually is..." he mutters as he gets shooed away, leaving the drone as it whirrs across the floor, scrubbing at the mess Hot Rod had made earlier.

    Blurr's countenance falls at this comment, but he seems to perk up when Starlock and Healthpoint defend him against the scathing remarks. He peers across at Swivel as she gets settled in for her own tune-ups. << Tell them thanks? >> comes across her comms array.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint knows. Oh goodness does she know. This is the femme that had a hand in accidentally hospitalizing Blurr when he tried to take a transport from neutrals in need. But, she is still a medic, and she puts patient health first. That includes keeping their morale up. She just vents lightly at the tech and looks at Blurr. She doesn't know what to say without flat out lying to the mech, so...she just gives his shoulder a squeeze with one hand and his hand a squeeze with the other. "Don't worry about that. You also do your best out there and are good to have around against the Decepticons." She really had to choose her words.

      She looks over at Swivel and Starlock again. "Considering what you found, it seems pretty likely that it was a trap of some kind set up by that creature. Maybe it uses the signal to lure bots in or something."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gives Healthpoint a soft smile, and a nod in agreeance, before looking to Swivel. "No, as far as I am aware.. some of that gunk may still be inhibiting some of his speech circuitry... Mostly just waiting for it to flush itself out." She'd explain softly as she gave Swivel a light, reassuring pat, as she began work on repairing the femme.

      She does however look over a moment and just calls over dryly. "Please don't insult the patients, thank you." and leaves it at that.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel lifts her chin, receiving the text transmission. << Of course. It's good to know you can hear more clearly now. >> Swivel looks up and leans quietly over to Starlock. "Blurr wants to thank you and Healthpoint for sticking up for him. Not sure I should say it /too/ loudly in front of the other staff, though. Fueling fires isn't something I want to do."

Speaking up, Swivel looks over at Healthpoint, leaning back and not giving her repairs much of a second glance - seeming perfectly at ease with being in repair bay. "I've considered that possibility. But I'd rather know for sure so we can warn others about it and /know/ to recognize and ignore the signal."

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr nods appreciatively at Healthpoint's encouragement. She certainly knows how to say the right thing at the right time, without being dishonest...at least when it comes to patient care, it seems.

    When Starlock starts talking about the reason for his condition, stares at her, looking distressed. Well everyone knows how much he hates waiting. How long would -that- take?!

    Back at Swivel, << Thanks. Has anyone figured out what that thing was yet? Or what it was filled with? >>

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint blinks as Swivel relays a message that is apparently from Blurr. "Wait, what?" she asks in confusion, then more quietly asks, "How are you two communicating?" She still has a hand on Blurr's shoulder and one on his hand, which she realizes a moment later and pulls her hand away from his with a bit of an embarrassed look. She pushes her glasses up and coughs lightly. "S-so, just what was it that you encountered? Did you get a good look at it?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock smiles at Swivel and then looks over, giving Blurr a nod of acknowledgment. "Radios HP... Speaking of, you don't have the radio frequency, from what my own is tellin' me, I can help you set that up when I'm done here." She'd call as she made sure everything with Swivel was alright, but not without catching his distressed look.

      She'd puff a cheek as she looked down at Swivel as she worked, trying to figure out what to say in regards to Blurr's condition. "....Well given at the rate his body functions.. A couple of Solar-cycles or more." She'd muse, it was always best to be truthful with these sorts of things.

**Swivel has posed:**
"Oh. Just using text through his personal hailing frequency. A bit basic, but sometimes basic is all that's needed." Swivel explains. "Sometimes one forgets the simpler methods when the more complex cease functioning..." Swivel says a bit quieter. "As for what was encountered, no, I didn't get a good look at it. I was mostly tracking its movements through heat vision. It seemed to have a long body, many legs, and guessing from the tunnels it made, some sort of drilling mechanism. It made a scuttling noise when it moved. Since I didn't hear any high or low frequency pinging as it moved about, nor saw biolights, I assume it uses tremor, electroreception, or olfactory senses for navigation. Or it uses echolocation at a frequency outside of my range." Swivel tilts her head. "And it seems to store things it catches in a sac with a regenitive membrane for later. Not sure if it eats Cybertronians, or just breaks them down for other purposes. But it left Blurr paralyzed somehow." Well. It seems SWivel, despite claiming not to be a scientist at all, has been reading up on something.

<<The lab results on the gelatinous substance that paralyzed you are in but I have not seen them myself. I probably wouldn't understand them if I did.>> Swivel then looks up. "What have you learned about the stuff that's put Blurr in this state?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr sinks back with a plaintive expression at the 'or more' part. The cursed idefinite language that doctors often had to use when they just weren't sure...he stares at the ceiling. This was literally the worst.

    << I guess that explains some things. Still very stiff. I really don't like the sound of that 'or more' part. >>

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint's expression goes flat at Starlock's response. "Well of course radio, but...oh nevermind." Swivel provides a more complete explanation, and one that makes a good note for survival situations. She gives Blurr a pat on the shoulder as Starlock says how long it might take for Blurr to fully recover. "And I hope he is going to stay here and remain cooperative throughout his recovery." she says, putting a bit of emphasis on a few of those words.

      She listens to Swivel's report then hmms. "You should take me or Starlock or one of the other medics next time. We could do some on sight analysis, not to mention possibly counteract the agent."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would root around a moment on the datapad and bring up the Analyzes she and the other medics had gotten the night before, and shows it to Swivel. "Jazz has ordered that he's to stay here, so.. That would be a yes, HP." she'd respond, and gave Blurr a apologetic look.

**Swivel has posed:**
At the mention of bringing a medic along, Swivel nods her head. "A medic would have been handy. But, I'd much rather a scientist who doesn't specialize strictly in repairs for field analysis. I am capable of running analyses in the field, I just don't know how to interpret them." Swivel sighs a little. "Not to say you'd not be useful. But lately it just feels like the wrong tools keep being used for various jobs and it's damaging our efficiency. Not to call anyone a tool, mind. Just..." Swivel clenches a fist, then releases it. "People have different skills and strengths, and they need a chance to use them in the situation they are meant to be used. But that is neither here nor there."

When Starlock mentions that Jazz has ordered Blurr be kept in medical bay, she looks immediately down and anywhere that isn't Blurr. Nonetheless, she does respond to the speedster.

<<I know you hate waiting, but sometimes, it is necessary.>>

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr sighs and flops down on the slab, frustrated despite Healthpoint's pats. Though they are appreciated. When Starlock shows Swivel the datapad, he tries to peer at it too, but amazingly deson't just grab it from her.

    << It wouldn't be so bad if it didn't sound so indefinite. >> He resonds to Swivel, fixing her with another laintive glance. << Maybe I deserve it, though. >>

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint gets a slight smirk as she hears Starlock. "Oh, and Blurr is the best at following the directions of his superior officers and medics, and at waiting, right?" she says giving Blurr a small teasing prod before smiling to him. She's just teasing him a bit, and that is clear (at least she hopes so).

      She listens to Swivel and nods lightly. "I see...do we have any such field scientists?" she wonders, pushing her glasses up as she tries to think of who they might have. "Ratchet maybe?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would take note of Blurr's attempts and stand in a spot where they both could read as she started explaining the analyzes, what they meant, and what they were doing to Blurr. "It's temporary, just.. going to take a little bit of time for systems to flush them out propper without putting you under for a serious sugary." She'd explain.

      "Ah.. I think Ratchets on another off planet mission so.." She'd vent a bit sadly.

**Swivel has posed:**
When Blurr tries to look over her shoulder, Swivel holds the datapad out a bit so he can see. She squints a bit at it, scrolling through it. "Ahh...." Again, she's not a scientist, but seems to nods a few times, like something is making sense. As Starlock explains, she tries to repeat some of it as best that she can in her own words. "So it... hinders electrical impulses, I think? Which stops our bodies from responding to our thoughts? So an insulator of sorts. Paralyzes Cybertronians at any rate, but isn't itself lethal... right?" Swivel hands the datapad back to Starlock, and glances over at the silent and sluggish Blurr. Then away again. No. She will not feel bad for his predicament. She could not have controlled him or stopped him from running ahead.

Swivel looks over to Healthpoint. "Sure. A whole lab of them. Trick is convincing them to leave the comforts of the lab environment." Swivel smiles a little. "Got to dress up a mission as the next big discovery sometimes, or bribe them with lab priveleges. Which I don't have the authority to do."

Swivel again looks at Blurr. <<I don't know about deserve or not deserve, but this is the sometimes the natural consequence of getting ahead of your guide.>>

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz finally makes an appearance.

He look is stern as his optics flash around the room looking for a particular bot. Finding Blurr he makes note of the other bots present. Check. Check. Check. All safe ears making his way towards Blurr he stops next to Starlock speaking to Starlock but his optics are on Blurr the WHOLE time.

"Starlock how many critical patients do you have?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr doesn't seem offended or upset by Healthpoint's playful jabs, although he is still overall unhappy with his predicament, of course. He just sort of looks up at her with that same plaintive expression as she smiles at him.

    He also reads the datapad as Swivel shows it to him and Starlock explains the data. Ugh...-great-, he thinks, rubbing his face.

    One thing that does come up some of the newer readings though, is that Blurr's processors fire much more quickly and more often than anyone else does, whether his body parts respond or not, resulting in some receptor overload. Which may have exacerbated the present situation.

    He gives Swivel a flat look. << Natural consequences, sure. In other words yes I deserved it. And yes I know I already admitted that I did. >>

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint looks between Swivel and Blurr, wondering what they might be saying on their secured frequency before she blinks. "...d-did you say...bribe them?" she asks.

      Starlock mentions Ratchet being gone and vents softly. "Well, maybe I could start studying. I'm only a passable medic and combatant. Maybe I'm supposed to be a scientist." she says.

      Just before Jazz walks in. She blinks, then hops up quickly and salutes. "General Jazz, sir!" she exclaims in a sharp military tone. He does not address her, so she just stays at attention with her hand still in a salute. And he doesn't look happy, which makes her less than inclined to ask what he is here for.

**Blurr has posed:**
    When Jazz enters and seems to be fixated on Blurr, the speedster salutes his superior officer, albeit weakly.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nods at Swivel. "Yes, basically, thoughts are definitely one thing it can block, can also block things like response time as well, and as far as we can tell? It's not lethal, well, now that he's cleaned of most of it, just annoying now, given it appears his processors also move quicker then a normal bots." She'd go on.

      Starlock would stiffen up hearing Jazzand almost drop the datapad from the startlement but relaxes and looks around. "Two sir, but they are stable." She'd call.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel sighs. Here they go again. Just like before. <<Well. Fine. You deserved it. If that self-pitying sort of language is what you prefer. But you're still going to get fixed up and treated with dignity. At least by the medics here worth their silica. No one is perfect. But let's focus less on good or bad or deserving or not, just how to better avoid unpleasant situations in the future. Without hurting others, of course.>>

Swivel looks over to Healthpoint. "You seem sharp, why not broaden your scientific horizon? Wars are won as much with technology as mechpower. We can use every edge we can get." Swivel says encouragingly. "In fact, I shouldn't be limiting myself either and probably should learn to better understand the data I collect. I pretty much just have it down to 'will this kill me or blow up? Yes, no.' and leave the rest for real scientists to sort out. Mostly, my sensors are geared towards both determining hazards as well as potential resources, but aren't as sophisticated as some instruments for determining the quality of said resources. Mostly I go in first to see if it is even worth setting up operations somewhere. Or I was supposed to..." Swivel seems a bit animated talking about her intended function, but then slows down near the end. "But I never really got to do what I was made for. Cybertron was mostly mapped, and exploration had ceased."

Swivel gives a sideglance to Starlock. Oh yes. She knows very well how fast Blurr's processor works. But she says nothing. Instead she jumps to attention and salutes Jazz when he enters. "Sir." Swivel straightens her posture. "Shall I excuse myself? I am done here."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz gives a nod to Healthpoint first. Swivel second. Starlock third. Then turning his optics back on Blurr, "Take it easy bots."

There is a long pause before saying, "So. What do we know?"

"Blurr, what do you remember?"

"Healthpoint, clear out all but the 2 critical paitents."

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint blinks at the order, but nods. "Yes, sir." she says, then quickly goes about moving the recovering patients and those that do not require urgent care. She smiles lightly at Swivel for the encouragement. "It would seem more beneficial to undestand the information you gather than to simply gather it then pass it along." she says...then freezes. Her head turns just slightly toward Jazz...then she quickly continues her work. She doesn't take back what she said, though!

      Once the medbay is clear, she rejoins the others. She is still fairly stiff though, and returns to an 'at ease' posture when she reaches them.

**Blurr has posed:**
    << What? I wasn't feeling sorry for myself! I was just admitting I deserved it, because I probably did. I just don't want you to feel sorry for me. >> Blurr replies. Well maybe she took that wrong. Without vocal inflections, it's easy to jump to conclusions sometimes. But maybe she didn't. Who knows?

    He looks u at Jazz, who would receive a transmission similar to the ones Swivel was reading, assuming Blurr has access to the major's hailing frequency as well. << Remember about what? The creature that attacked me? Well it had some kind of drill-like appendage on its face and a lot of legs. And claws in front, too. Six optics. >>

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Huh, sorta surprised they never put you with bots like Sky Lynx or..." She won't say the other name that came to mine "Other spacers, to explore planets." She'd muse a little confused, then again Starlock was still a bit naive to how everything worked, having been cooped up in that library for as long as she was.

      She'd then slide over to show Jazz, Blur's read outs and the analyzation of the goo he'd been submerged in, and how it was blocking impulses to his signalling systems. How they'd cleaned out most of it, but were now waiting for some of the remaining to vent out naturally without putting him under for a surgery to do it.

      Starlock's a bit more relaxed around Jazz, but then again, that's probably due to having been working with him more then others.

**Swivel has posed:**
<<Ah, sorry. Without hearing your tone. I apologize for my assumption. Let's just say I don't feel much sympathy for your plight, but I also don't like to watch people suffer. Even if they deserve it.>> Swivel messages Blurr. She then gets to her feet, turning to Healthpoint. "I have been brushing up on my own here and there into some science and such, but my time is monopolized with my current duties."

SWivel then looks to Starlock, noting her confusion. She also doesn't say anything or outwardly react to that trail off. "Clampdown." Is all she says with a nod.

Told to be at ease, Swivel opts to find a chair to sit in rather than occupy a berth. She remains silent until spoken to. Not out of fear or anxiety, for Jazz doesn't instill that in her either. Just out of respect for the chain of command.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz nods at first looking at the PADD then turnig back towards Blurr he frowns deeply. "That's not what I am talking about."

"However, I will need to wait until you can actually speak."

He turns his gaze towards Starlock then towards Healthpoint then even at Swivel, "Do we know anything about hypnosis? Anyone?"

Jazz then turns back towards Blurr, "We can keep him here for an extended evaluation right?" he says to Starlock without looking at him.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr arches a brow at Jazz. << Then what are you talking about? Extended evaluation for what? I'm getting out of here as soon as I can move normally. >>

    Hypnosis? What's he need hypnosis for? He glances nervously at the others.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint hesitates for a moment at Jazz's question. "H-hypnosis, sir? As far as I know, there are no reliable known methods of hypnosis. There are a few substances that can induce a suggestible state or alter the mind for a while, and a few that inhibit self-control so that a mech can't lie, but...actual hypnosis such as through an energy discharge or combinations of actions and utterances are just stage magic as far as I know."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gives pause at that moment, before letting out a long "Ooooh." in realization, as it clicked, nodding.

      She then looks to Jazz, but forced herself to keep a straight face, outside of a an optic ridge raise. "Erm.. no I'm a doctor, not a psychiatrist." She'd nod... Certainly feels like it some days but she's not going to say that aloud!

      She'd then motion to Blurr to relax, indicating that everything was going to be alright.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel stands up again. "I'm not an expert on hypnosis, but I believe it just means someone is in a state where they highly susceptible to suggestion. Often they won't have conscious recall of a session with a hypnotist, but behaviours or trigger words can be planted in their subconscious mind. But it won't force anyone to do something that is morally reprehensible to their core personality. And it does not remove them of their free will, just makes them very likely to choose to follow one's suggestions. Mind control, on the other hand, is taking over the will of another person and replacing their thoughts or actions. It usually requires the active control and input from someone conducting the mind control. Brainwashing is conditioning or reconfiguring the mind..." Swivel pauses. She'd started out sounding confident, but as she continues to speak begins to sound less sure of herself. "...Was that too much information? Most of you probably already know this."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz shakes his head, "No No Swivel. That is perfect."

Jazz rubs his chin and says carefully, "Blurr," he begins. "We are going to need to keep you here for a bit longer than expected."

Turning he gaze onto Swivel and considers the Ensign for a moment then a long gaze towards Starlock then Healthpoint.

"There is something that has come to my attention and we think that it may be medical of sorts. We can't let you back out there right now," he finishes matter of factly.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr is now starting to look even more alarmed, desite Starlock's attemts to calm him down. He stares at Jazz, clearly distressed. << c#0087ffWhat, other than this? Why won't you tell me what's going on? >>

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint looks pretty uncomfortable with this line of thought as well. "You...think someone tampered with his mind, sir?" she asks. She thought for a moment that Jazz was going to suggest some kind of hynotic state, but...he isn't Prowl. She realizes she doesn't know that much about Jazz. As things seem to be headed to a line of investigation instead, she rests a hand on Blurr's shoulder again and smiles to him. "Don't worry. I think General Jazz just wants to determine what happened to you, not do anything like that to you." she says, then looks toward Jazz. He might be a General, but her expression still says 'and if not, I'll be here'. Blurr might appreciate her own brand of righteous stubborness for once!

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looks to Jazz, and then to Blurr, and then to Jazz, and then to Blurr, and then to Jazz, and knits her ridges... Okay, Blurr's getting spooked which wouldn't get well for anyone.

      Starlock glanced to Healthpoint, remembering she wasn't around for.. well /THAT/ mess and changes visibly. She'd look to Jazz, wondering if she should say anything, but just holds her tongue.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel is as still and stoic as a statue. She nods to Jazz when he seems to approve of her response. She's not sure she's happy about it, though. But any outward visible sign of worry is banished. She does, however, to avoid any outward impropriety of questioning a superior officer in front of others, send Jazz a tightbeam.

<<"Sir. Do tread carefully. While he cannot speak, he can hear everything around him, and the talk of mind control and hypnosis may trigger a panic attack. And Blurr in a panic is not a pretty sight.">> Swivel realizes she was the one who used the term 'mind control' in her zeal to answer Jazz's question. Now she's wonderinf if she ought to have responded with more discretion.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz raises a hand towards Blurr, "Don't worry Blurr. Everything is going to be OK."

He turns to look at each of the others there, each with a semi-objection.

"I am open to suggestions."

He turns again to Blurr, "Your physical came back with a few concerns and those concerns are that there were no concerns. So, I am going to need you to -remember- a few things. Because the matter is..how do I say..sensitive."

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr just looks even more confused. He looks up at Healthpoint as she tries to reassure him, but still seems apprehensive. << What? That doesn't make any sense! My physical was more than fine, how is that a concern? Am I supposed to have something wrong with me?! >>

    Suddenly, all the monitoring equipment starts beeping more and more rapidly. Within astroseconds, alarms shriek and Blurr just...passes out, nearly falling off of the berth.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint isn't in Blurr's texting group so she doesn't know just what he's worried about. But, the technician's worries seem validated as he starts to freak out and then just...falls over. Healthpoint lets out a small squeak of a yelp and quickly moves to catch him, then settles him back onto the berth carefully before...hitting the restraints button with a sigh. "Well, at least it doesn't sound like you are going to try to subject him to more mind manipulation." she says to Jazz.

      She is quiet a moment, then she looks at him. "I have to tell you that sort of thing is bad news, regardless of whether you have noble goals or not. I was..." She starts to say something else, but Starlock might recognize the same sorts of reactions and self-control she saw when she brought up a bit of information that she was not supposed to know. "...it is just bad. Probing someone's mind is bad enough. Altering it against their will is monstrous."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock also quickly moves to help HP in getting him back on the berth propper before he is hurt from being draped over like that! She vents watching Healthpoint and rubs at her for helm. "...Knew you had a good spark in that chassis of yours HP." She'd sigh with a chuckle, agreeing with her?

      She'd make sure the mag locks are in place. ".....And Yes, no one is doing any more that again, I'll fight someone if they do." She'd huff. "Though I uh.. do think he needs to be given a more precise point into what was being talked about." she'd murmur, rubbing at her helm. She has an /idea/ of what it's about but Jazz has all the information and she doesn't.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel jumps just a little when Blurr's vitals spike and he collapses. But she makes no move to help him. She keeps that response well inhibited, letting Healthpoint grapple with the matter. But when Healthpoint begins about how mind alteration is monstrous, Swivel steps forward, palms out. "Calm yourself, Healthpoint. There's no need to jump to the conclusion that the Major General is going to alter Blurr's mind against his will." She gives Jazz a sidelong glance, and then continues speaking. "For it is monstrous." Swivel lowers her hands and sighs.

Swivel looks to Blurr's prone form. "I can't sit by and see past wrongs be repeated." Swivel then looks back to Jazz.

**Jazz has posed:**
"I just want to jog his memory doctors. Come up with SOMEthing," Jazz says. It may be his first direct order he's given to the medicals, "I am not proposing to change anything, however, as I said. Any suggestions would be considered. And WE," he pauses, "All want to help him. Let me know when he wakes up and make sure that we have him calm."

Jazz makes to leave.

"Healthpoint, get those patients back in here," his voice is unusually stern now.

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint smiles to Starlock as the other medic seems to agree, and to Swivel as she joins in. The taller medic hesitates a few moments as Jazz makes to leave. She nods at his order and gives a salute. "Yes, sir." she says, then is quiet a moment. "If you are moving forward with that method sir...it might help to ask Prowl." she says, then returns to her work and doesn't say anything else about it, and doesn't seem inclined to. And seems rather angry in a quiet smoldering kind of way.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's optics settled into a half-lidded position, waiting for him to leave before she pinches her nose bridge. "KNow could just asked him point blank about the thing..." SHe'd grumble, before waiting for him to go and started (lightly) knocking her forhelm against a pillar.

      Her audial does mention Prowl and.. Well Stalrock knits her ridges, this was a mess.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel glances over to Starlock. "Ask who about what?" she asks, tilting her head. She then looks at the exit for a moment or two. She's aware she's brought this about. But until she sees where this goes, she is not about to unload that concern on anyone just yet.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz pauses on his way out, "Prowl?"

"What would I ask Prowl?"

**Healthpoint has posed:**
      Healthpoint comes to a stop and is quiet a moment, her jaw tight and her lips pursed. "...I cannot say exactly, sir. I just...have a feeling he might know something about this sort of thing." It would probably be obvious she isn't saying everything, but it is also obvious that she won't.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looks at Swivel, ready to say something, looks at Healthpoint, and then Jazz calling back. "...I'll tell you later, right now I think we're all a bit confused." She really had no idea what Jazz was attempting, but she is putting faith in that he knows what he's doing.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel just arches an optic ridge at Starlock. However, she says nothing more. "Thank you for the repairs. Hopefully Blurr will be able to speak for himself soon." Swivel gives an uneven smile and nods. "I'll be going now. Hopefully this will all get sorted out."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz nods, "I'll do that. Let me know when Blurr wakes up."