1217/RE-Repairs

Cast of Characters: | Blast Off, Onslaught, Vortex, Dustoff, Goth, 135

**Goth has posed:**
     The medical bay was on standby after getting the call that both the combaticons were down from the assault on the Autobot base, with Sixshot being injured.

      Goth had gotten himself up and was waiting on standby with the other nurses and medics, partly glad he'd not gone out to that assault, had allowed him some time to finally finish some of his projects on that matter... for now he was here to help Dustoff.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot makes his way in followed by several others. Quickly moving out of the way of the nurses to move the unconscious combaticons to berths before finding a seat of his own. He looks to the pair knowing he is talking to himself, "Your revenge attempts could have waited till we were inside." His optics shift around the room before he pulls out a datapad and starts to type things up.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off is here, but he sure isn't doing much. The shuttleformer has been transformed back into his smaller root mode and lies unconscious on a medibay table, optics dark. He's in pretty rough shape, still singed by smoke- which has also left a bitter, acrid smell in the air around him.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is quite unconscious, falling back into his root mode. He is smouldering nad charred ll oer, his systems stable for the time being. He went into a nasty battle after just recovering from rebar near his spark and is in no shape to go for round three.

**Goth has posed:**
     Unfortunately, Goth gets the full waft of that smell, if not worse due to his sensitive orifice sensors, and his face curls in displeasure as the nurses work to stabilize the two with Goth's help. His ear twitches over on hearing Sixshot and grumbles in his native tongue, before speaking in something everyone can understand.

      "I /told/ Vortex not to push it, and what does he do?" He'd grouse as he worked. "After having a /rebar/ of all things removed from near his spark." If Goth wasn't going to keep Vortex megnatized to the berth before, he was more than ever now.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught is back at medbay because of course he is. He's the leader of the Combaticons, after all, and the Combaticons are in medbay more often than the average medic. He strides in, carrying a to-go box of rations for himself as well as a few choice nibbles for his colleagues when they revive. Not the Cobalt Crunchies though, those are his. RHIP, after all.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex isn't showing any signs of consciousness this time. His systems have seen what he plans to do to them and have decide nope we're not playing hte pain game today. He vents deeply, unaware of where he is. In his mind, he's cackling. The fire that ravaged his frame melted it and he hit into blast off, combining them into Blast Tex the ultimate! May Blurr tremble before its might as dream Blast Tex destroys the battlefield.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks to Goth saying, "Agreed, should not have taken him to the airbase assault. But no other aerial combatants were available. If I have to find and drag every seeker out of wherever they are hiding, I will." He notices Onslaught and nods, "Though surprised how fast the defenders were. Just a little longer and could have had a true breech. Though maybe better to have sent the place falling instead."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's fur has puffed up, he's clearly very annoyed with his ears folded back, and he just sighs in aggravation. "Knowing the autobots a crash landing of the base is likely very possible that would of happened regardless."

      He'd grumble as he worked, he'd then reach over and magnetized Vortex's berth. Goth would nod over to Onslaught in acknowledgment, as he kept about his work.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off is still silent and quiet, that acrid smell still strong. Ew.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods back to Goth. "How is he?" he asks, setting his provisions aside for the moment. "And Blast Off? Has he revived at all?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex feels his berth get heavier. Now Onslaught has joined his dream melted meanace and its OnsOffTex now. The creature ravages the city of dream Rodion looking for Blurr. OnsOffTex rages! And theres a smell. Laugh. Brawl farted. Ok Brawl's here and now its OnsOffTexBrawl. The monster s missing one final piece.....blurr's head maybe?

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff steps into the medbay and glances at...well, the usual occupants. Hrm. He frowns just a bit and looks over to Goth as work is done on Vortex. Leaving the other mech to work on 'tex, he ventures over to look Blast Off over. "Right... well, looks like we lost another one... we got some kinda plan in the works to get on top of this, I hope..." He mutters before setting about his work a bit.

And...that smell. He just wheels the shuttle-former's medberth over to the showers, turns it on, and just lets the mech soak a bit. "Right-o then..."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot goes back to his datapad without a comment to Dustoff. If theres any plans they will be made by others. Right now the sixchanger is going to submit a report, get damages fixed. Then maybe go speak with command if necessary.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nodded to Dustoff once he comes in as he finishes his repairs on Vortex. "Do tell me if you need a second set of hands." He'd mention to Dustoff, snrking a bit at what Dustoff does, it's enough to cool his aggravation a bit, but he clears his voice box, attempting to not upset Onslaught. "He's in Dustoff's care, he's in good servos." He'd nod.

      He'd work from the bottom it, fixing internals, replacing wire weaving in new mesh, and replacing burned out an smoke clogged filters, he's definitely been picking a fair bit up form Dustoff and just working.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off isn't dreaming of combining, no, though that might actually be a pleasant dream for him. Of course, his vision would be of one joining in peace, spreading understanding and calm through all the Combaticons. Instead, there's something peaceful and calm, but it's like standing on the shore of a dazzling lake of energon. No, wait, he's IN the lake. Actually, it's starting to encompass all of him. Hey wait a minute, he's a shuttle, not a skipjack!

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught turns from Vortex's medberth and looks to Dustoff and Blast Off. "I see," he says, reaching over to pat Vortex's helm before he moves to be as close to Blast Off as he can.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex 's giant ball of flaming combaticon rolls down the street, causing chaos andin its wake. Now swindle has joined making it whole...complete. And then he feels something pat his head. It starts to rain bright teal colored energon. "Mmm Teal." He murmurs softly, unable to move and still semiconscious.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff whistles a bit until he's satisfied Blast Off has soaked enough to get things properly de-smelled and clean and rolls him back out to get to work proper. "Hmph...should be fine for now. Not th' first time I've had to puzzle Blast Off back together..." He frowns. "How's 'Tex doing?" He looks over. "Other than... dreamin' of...colors or something."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshots optics glow for a bit as he studies the datapad. Shaking his head he types a few more things. The mech barely glancing up as the others are worked on. Anyone that chooses to glance would see a schematic of the airbase, with displays of damage done. He places it down before letting out a vent as he thinks.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Now the flood receeds, and Blast Off feels he's more back in his element again. Kind of. Yes! He's rolling now... he must be weightless, in space, letting the stardust brush his wings...

**Goth has posed:**
     "Stable, and waking up." He'd state as he started clicking the new armor plating into place, and finished correcting Vortex's rotary blade connections, before going to clean his hands. "I think I'm starting to understand how you feel everytime I come in damaged."

      He'd vent, before moving to Sixshot to start dealing with his wounds, to allow Dustoff to focus on Blast Off. "I've also magnetized his berth to ensure he rests this time and not runs off into battle first thing. /again/" He'd vent aggravatedly.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught grunts. "I'd rather you didn't do that," he says. "Vortex dislikes confinement. It could do him more damage to be held down."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex urmurs something incomprehensible and tries to move. "Garrus. Blast Off. Get out. I'll handle Pharma" he tries to roll over and wimpers at the fact he cant move. "Once I get out of this Insecticon web." his voice is barely audible and hes definately still dreaming, the restraints now a part of themm.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks to Goth as he approaches before moving to let the medic do his work. The bat would notice part of his armor melted again as well as several blast markes from explosions. His frame is barely dented in part, obvious from someone going close to kamikaze on him.

**Goth has posed:**
     "As long as he wakes up with you beside him, he shall be fine, I've had him magnetized before." He'd reply, before looking back to Sixshot and frowned. "Starlock again I see... That explains a fair bit." He'd vent as he keeps working, removing the weakened and crumbling armor that was there.

      "...Where did this impact damage come from?" He'd ask, pointing to one of the dents that was not part of a explosion impact.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff nods as he listens to the breakdown of where Vortex is at...and just mutters a bit. "Eh, well... can't keep someone who wants t' fight from a fight..." He looks back down at Blast Off and continues putting the mech together. "I'd prolly say let's look at some new welding or other tech t' expedite repairs, see if we can't shrink down th' recovery period to keep 'em from breaking due to simple overstress on th' repairs themselves."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex loses his battle against the dream web this time. Internally hes thrashing but just cant seem to move. Maybe its ok if he just lets himself sleep just a little. He is so tired His systems shudder once and then he stops giving response to stimulus, falling deeper into a near stasis lock.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught grunts, clearly not happy but also equally not willing to argue with the medic who has done so much to help keep his team in fighting trim. "I suppose you \*are\* the expert,' he says. "Still, I do worry about him. And Blast Off. All of them, really."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks at where the bat indicates before saying, "That pest Nightlash thought it was smart to crash into me. Barely registered before they tossed a bomb while taunting." He lets out a vent saying, "If they didn't seem focused on your men at first could have taken the brunt of it. But they allowed me to rampage almost long enough to break in. Yet tactically two soldiers down is not worth it."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Dustoff's skillful work finally pieces enough shuttle parts together that the systems boot up again and Blast Off finally stirs, moaning softly as his head turns to one side, then slowly to the other. The dark optics flicker with a faint violet light.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's furr bristled as he shuttered at the mention of Nightlash, that explained all the fire damage. "That explains a fair bit... " He'd sigh as he continued to work, fixing dents and putting new armor into place. "Should be the last of it though." He'd nod, looking over the work he'd done.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught is moving the moment Blast Off's optics flicker on. "Blast Off?" he says, then stops. "Can -- can I approach? I don't want to interfere in the healing process of course but, well..." Onslaught's words trail off as he looks to Blast Off, optics flickering in concern.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff pauses a moment. "What if... and this is crazy..." He thinks a bit. "What if one of these days instead of trying to break down the fortifications, we just picked one of them and beat them into the ground until they die? Who cares about the bases... rip out a spark and then leave. Hit them where it matters."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is quiet for a while and very , uncharacteristially still. His crimson optic band glows softly as he starts to come online. Hes unable to even turn his head this time. "Ons..cant feel. Cant move." his voice is a staticy almost inudible whispers. He sounds terrified.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot checks the repairs as he stretches a bit and nods, "Better." He glances to Dustoff but says nothing. Picking the datapad up he finishes making his report before looking around the rest of the medbay.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off's optics flicker on and off, then finally hit a steady glow as he looks up at Dustoff. He stares a moment as the sight registers and a dawning awareness returns. Then he looks over and sees Onslaught. "Sir." The shuttleformer instinctively starts trying to sit up, to be at attention, but his systems quickly tell him that's just not gonna happen. He sinks back down, looking at Onslaught, then Dustoff, then Onslaught...

"Oh \*no\*..." He lifts a wobbly, unsteady hand up to clutch at his masked face. "No. Don't tell me I..." He groans again, this time a bit louder than before.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff nods at Blast Off. "That's right. You crashed an' the whole shipment of engex you were carryin' was lost. I'm sorry. Nothin' we could do for it save lick th' ground an' hope to catch as much as we could." He deadpans. "Wasn't easy."

He just goes right back to work, not even offering any sort of follow-up to that and instead keeping to his work.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth hems. "Not a poor strategy, sometimes targeting the combatants over the defenses itself can yield much better results, Did that once with the mining facility with Darkstar, were we focused on taking down Hound, which their medic, First Aid had to take him and run." He'd muse.

      "Not something I'm opposed to, after all, an option, permantattly offlining one of them would also tilt things in our favour." He'd then glance over, his ear twitching on hearing vortex. "You're fine Vortex, just magnetized to the medical berth." Goth would chirp, he would also nod to Onslaught, and looked to Sixshot. "Good to hear Sixshot, just don't push any of the welding and should settle fine."

      A snort would escape Goth as he tired quite hard not to laugh, but Dustoff made it very hard not to.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's optic ridge quirks up at Dustoff's suggestion of just killing the bastards. "That would potentially be an effective tactic," he says. "If we were to simply destroy one of their hardest hitters or even a particularly beloved member of the Autobots, we could concievably break their morale. Perhaps not permanently, but enough to allow us to strike other targets and make a significant progress."

And then Vortex cries out. Onslaught doesn't hesitate -- Blast Off is awake and aware of his surroundings, Vortex isn't. "I'm glad to see you've returned to us, Blast Off," he says, approachign Vortex's berth and reachign for the rotory's hand. "Apparently, I missed quite the fight."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex starts to focus a bit more, trying to move his rotors and wincing. "Why did you have to do that?" he seems to relaxx when Onslaught touches him. "Is Blast Off okay?"

**Goth has posed:**
     "You tell me, Mister rushes back onto the field, after having a rebar removed from nearly piercing his spark." Goth would sass dryly, "And yes, Dustoff is tending to him."

      he'd then get an alert on his datapad and groaned. "It seems I am being called elsewhere, Dustoff, will you be able to handle the rest of these lot alone?"

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot gets up before making his way out of the medbay. Anyone watching his path would see him heading to the command center.

**Blast Off has posed:**
The hand concealing what's visible of his face stiffens. Blast Off is quiet a moment after Dustoff speaks, then the hand lifts and he just turns his head to... stare at the medic.

"....What?" He asks hoarsely, not saying anything else as he struggles to decide if he got knocked out a LOT harder than he thought. He glances towards Onslaught and Vortex for a clue, but any words have been stunned out of him. What is that saying, something about remaining silent and being thought a fool is still better than speaking and removing all doubt?....

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff just shoots a lopsided, wry grin at Blast Off, but otherwise leaves it at that as he continues his work before finally stepping away. "Right! Now then...try not to get broken until at least...oh...four or five cycles? I'm really gonna start rationing damage or somethin' if you all keep getting beat up so much..."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex relaxes "Kick some aft for me. How are you doin' Blasty?" he asks, back to his normal self

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gives Dustoff a chuckle, before silencing the beeper on his datapad. "I'll take that as a yes then." He'd smile, and make his way over, smooching Dustoff on the cheek, before making his way to the door, transforming into his familiar Mech-bat mode, and continue on. "I will attempt to come back in one piece, and shall attempt so." He'd call.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's shoulders relax as Vortex begins chatting normally. "Yes, how are you doing, Blast Off?" he asks.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff looks around to see what work is still pending and...well, everyone seems to at least be on the road to recovery proper. Right-o. He moves to his desk, kicking his feet up and relaxing back with a soft grunt.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off keeps staring at Dustoff, but it's evident that a frown slowly spreads across his masked face. He is too weak to really huff at the medic, but fortunately, Vortex goves him something else to focus on. He turns his head, seeing his teammate on the mediberth, and rubs at his helmet. "I... I'm fine, I think." His face pinches. "How are \*you\*?"

As Onslaught speaks, he looks at his Commander... and then his optics drop their gaze to the floor. He suddenly feels ashamed. "I... How long did I last?" He looks up again at Onslaught imploringly. PLEASE tell him he didn't get knocked out as quickly as he THINKS he did.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts "I going to tell you a secret. Dont share with the medics." he loud whispers. "I still feel stuff and its awesome."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught huffs. "Long enough that you survived to come back to me," he says. "That's what counts. That's all that counts." He chuckles at Vortex. "Your secret is safe with me, Vortex."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex considers 'You did awesome. You hit blurr so many times. He went home crying because Combaticons rule! Either that Or I dont remember anything but fire.'

**Blast Off has posed:**
Well, Vortex's answer is close enough- close enough to show the rotary will survive. Blast Off finds himself smiling faintly, but it quickly fades as he turns back to Onslaught. He appreciates the sentiment, but... his frown deepens as Vortex speaks again. "I didn't hit him at \*all\*, I was focused on the base. I got one full orbital blast but then..."

UGH. He groans again, facepalming as he hunches inwards, embarrased. "No, it's NOT all that counts. I performed terribly. I failed you. I failed the Combaticons. I-I don't know what.. how. HOW did I fail to dodge that many attacks? I-I will do \*better\*, Onslaught, I promise. I'll practice and I'll... do much better next time."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts "Well you remember more then I do. ANd no one judges you, Blast Off. Hes quick."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods. 'I've been up against him myself, recently," he says. "He is not an easy opponent. however, I am all in favor of seeing you train more. Both of you. I'd be happy to assist you both in improving your skills."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex tries to move but ends up just siighing "MOre training? Aww ons.. hey. can you get them to let me up its feeling all tiiight."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off does muster the ability to \*huff\* at Vortex. "It wasn't Blurr, it was all of them! As I recall, it wasn't even him who did most of the damage! And yes, well, \*I\* judge me, and I should have done better." HUFFF. He looks over at Onslaught, "Obviously! I cannot allow myself to be quite \*that\*..." He stops, then pauses before he blinks and looks at Ons again. Now he sounds less huffy, more calm, as he says, "...I'd like that. TRaining with you more. Thank you."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex tilts his head "Yeah I bet you would. DOnt be so hard on yourself. You're awesome, Blast Off."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods. "I concur," he says. "Blast Off, you're too hard on yourself. You are a valient fighter, but you are better at a distance, not in close quarter battle. However, we can improve those skills."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off frowns under the faceplate, a small sigh of frustration venting from behind it. He looks at Vortex, then Onslaught, and finally the shuttleformer's broad, sweeping shoulders relax a bit. He still looks a bit frazzled, but he nods. "I should be the \*best\*. I am a space shuttle, after all." He lets himself flop back down on the berth and stares back up at the ceiling. "Maybe I should get that armor upgrade the medics were tellingme about..." There's a pause and he thinks to look back at the two others. The slightest hint of a smile cracks a corner of his mouth, and might be juuust audible in his tone. "But... thanks."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "You and me both. Imagine if we had those and went up against those bots, gave them a surprise."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught rubs his chin thoughtfully. "We can work on your training to improve your skills," he says. "But an upgrade....that might not e a bad idea. For both of you. You are two of our more vulnerable members, after all."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off nods at Vortex, a grin starting to return. "Imagine engaging Blurr... we'd wipe the floor with his skidplates!" He then turns to look at Onslaught and begins to nod... until called "vulnerable". That ruffles the shuttle's 'feathers'. "I'm not... \*vulnerable\*," he immediately denies, "...Just... well, I have /specialized armor/ for planetary reentry and..." He stops, hesitates, then finally just sighs and nods. "....An armor upgrade would be a good idea, yes."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex cackles trying to move again. "That'd be awesome. Maybe I need more missiles too Stronger ones. I'll talk to goth He likes to upgrade me."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught considres. "PErhaos I should look into getting some upgrades myself," he says. "To maintain team balance, of course." And impress Blast Off wtih his sexiness.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off nods a bit more enthusiastically this time, the smile returning behind his faceplate. "We should always improve ourselves, after all." He eyes Onslaught and adds a little more quietly, "Not that you can improve of near-perfection very easily..."