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Return to Duty
Date of Scene: 10 September 2019
Location: Repair Bay
Synopsis: Swivel returns from a mission for repairs, and ends up talking with Starlock about the concept of kindness.
Cast of Characters: Swivel, Starlock


Swivel has posed:
As promised in her report, after taking care of a few matters, Swivel walks into the repair bay. While she doesn't appear to have any particular injury, she looks more or less worn down, with superficial scrapes and dents and chipped paint. She'd have looked worse had she not spent some time spraying herself down of all the oil and grime she'd accumulated during her expedition into the underground. She moves with a less than graceful gait, a tell-tale click with each step as she looks around to see who is on duty.

Starlock has posed:
     Starlock had spent the recharge-cycle in the break room, not having want to leave after what had happened the night before, so when she comes from the back looking a bit rough (The missing paint from her previous wounds not helping). She'd perk up on seeing Swivel and smile, however that /clicking/ does get her attention.

     She'd try to wipe the recharge from her optics and adjust her goggles as she moved out to meet with Swivel. "Hello Swivel, lets get you onto one the Berths.. Good to see ya' around." She'd nod.

Swivel has posed:
The roughshod appearance of Starlock likewise is not unnoticed by Swivel. She tilts her head, her smile hanging uncertainly as she greets Starlock in turn, "Starlock. It's been a while." She continues to look over Starlock, the hint of a questioning tilt to her head, but does not put her inquiry in words. Nor does she delay getting onto the berth. After all, the doctor's orders are to be obeyed.

Starlock has posed:
     Starlock would start her multi-tasking, reading the latest report on her Datapad, before nodding,in response to it, the missing paint indicated blasts, but the worst was one that was up by her neck, that look like.. Well, Ravage leaves a specific kind of mark.

     Starlock would glance over, spotting Swivel's head tilt and gives an awkward smile. "Ravage and Sixshot." She'd say, as if it explained it all. "Getting the paint fixed up later this cycle." She'd nod, as she started hooking Swivel up to the diagnostic machine, and went about starting to repair her fellow Mini-bots injuries, starting with that clicking.

     She'd glance over noing the empty berth. "...Oh that glitch." She'd vent, but continued. "Looks like I should increase the mag locks on Springers berth."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel nods, her mouth forming around a simple 'aaaah' without saying it. She gives Starlock a knowing look, glancing at the scratch marks. "I sometimes wonder if it wouldn't be worth the money in the long run to get anodized. Would save money on repaints..." Swivel offers up a small shrug. "I just remember a rather stout metallurgist hyping about it." Swivel relaxes, sitting back on the berth, resting against her tires.

    The scans would reveal some minor injuries indicative of a fall and landing on one's feet, causing some trauma to her hip and knee joints - and it must have been quite a fall to eat through her natural shocks. Thus the clicking. But nothing is outright broken, as is clear by her ability to keep walking.

    At the mention of Springer, Swivel's gaze shifts over to the empty berth. She gives just a small, nasal laugh and shakes her head. "I don't think I'll ever understand the trend of escaping medbay. The longer I'm in here, means I'm not out there being shot at." Swivel pauses, glancing around furtively, and then clears her vents. "Joking, of course."

Starlock has posed:
     "Might be an idea... Though, that does leave me to wonder if the coating would break in combat." She'd muse in thought as she brought her hand up and nulled Swivel's pain receptors and started working to fix both her shocks and the damage, she'd let out a whistle. "Take a long fall there?" She'd question as she worked.

     "Naww I understand." She'd chuckle. "Take it form the Combat medic." She'd smile as she worked. "I don't get it ether, I mean.. I'm not as mean as Ratchet, so you'd think people would wanna hang around and /stop/ hurting." She'd nod as she pulled a tool from the tray she'd rolled over.

Swivel has posed:
Swivel thinks for a moment, neither being a metallurgist nor a medic herself. "Mmmm probably would be expensive to replace parts that were actually dented, crushed, melted and so on... so maybe not a practical solution." Swivel rolls her head back, glancing at the ceiling for a moment or two as Starlock gets to work. Hearing the low whistle, she turns to look at Starlock again. "Oh, yeah. Jumped down an old mining shaft to evade getting crunched up in the maw of some strange creature. I knew it was deep, but figured my chances were better down there. And they were. Scattered, but managed to rejoin my team, everyone in tact. But... we were in a radio dead zone so it was a long trek back... but after a while I stopped noticing the discomfort." DIscomfort is putting it lightly. Swivel gives a small shrug and smile.

"Yes, you are less mean than Ratchet. But as much as Ratchet intimidates me, I don't mind him terribly so. I know his spark's in the right place. I just... don't want to add to his long list of woes and so keep my head down and obey." Swivel nods her head. "But then... I used to live where the only medical attention available to me were seedy back street practitioners and... well, access to this medical bay is a privelege I don't want to take for granted."

Starlock has posed:
     "Yeah, that would be my main worry as well... For now new paint just seems like the cheapest method." She'd nod as she worked, and hemmed hearing Swivel's explanation. "May severed a nerve neural wire or just got used to it." She'd muse as she worked, welp, she was there and working on repairing such damage, so if Swivel had, she was bound to find it as she carefully moved her fingers around, repairing wires.

     "Oh on, don't get me wrong Ether, Ratchet's the kindest person i've ever met." She'd say with a smile, before chuckling. "I seem to do the opposite." She'd say a bit somberly. "I try though." She'd nod, glancing up and frowned, and hemmed. "That is rough... Just.. Don't stop coming in because you feel it maybe to small or bothering us, yeah?" She'd say, looking to struggle with her words a bit.

     "Oof, starting to remember I'm not the best conversationalist." She'd chuckle. "Maybe /thats/ why people won't stay put." She'd nod.

Swivel has posed:
    "Severed neural wire? That sounds serious. Hopefully not." And indeed, there's no severing, leaving the conclusion that Swivel has a fairly high pain tolerance.

    "A lot of people think to be kind one's got to be friendly too, but I've seen unkined people who are friendly, and kind people who lack social grace. And not even all good people are kind or friendly. Just people often thing all these things indicate the other and... oh I'm rambling. Been a while since I did that." Swivel pauses and clears her vents, looking over at Starlock. "You needn't worry about being a conversationalist, seems I'm managing for the both of us." Pause. "Though, I never particularly noticed you being a poor conversationalist. But I guess it's all relative. I've met more than a few people who you can't get more than two words out of."

Starlock has posed:
     "It can be annoying, mostly just leaving you in a rough spot of not knowing how badly you are hurt.. like accidentally leaving your pain sensors off, and then turning them on, only for you to pass out from just how much pain your in." She'd explain with a chuckle. "Not seeing anything broken though, so, probably just a high pain tolerance." She'd nod.

     "It's okay, I get what you mean." She'd smile tiredly. "...Honestly Kindness, true kindness I think is something learned... Because with someone like Ratchet for example, You can tell he been through alot, and while highly stressed out and grumpy, still retains a.. surping level of it, that normally would of dulled or become bitter over the years, from people trying to take advantage of it." She'd explain with some struggle, before stepping back, looking over her work.

     "How's that feel?" She'd ask, as she turned Swivels receptors back on, and started correcting the dents quickly, before she chuckled. "Ehh.. I suppose, like I told springer, good with individuals, poor in groups." She'd nod. "If you don't feel any pain, and everything feels right, look clean and good to go." She'd nod.

Swivel has posed:
"Aaaah, so not dangerous by itself, but could lead someone to bigger dangers if left unknown." Swivel says, nodding. "Well, there, learned something new!" Swivel chirps merrily. When asked how eveyrthing feels, Swivel lifts one left, then the other, then does it again, bending the knee then straightening. She does a few more little movements and stretches, and nods. "Any remaining stiffness will work itself out with some light activity." Swivel says. Apparently, she knows the drill.

Swivel slips off of the berth, and then looks over at Starlock. "It's true strength, I think, to hold on to kindness, especially after people have taken advantage of it." Swivel looks towards the exit. "I hope that I can stay that strong." Swivel looks over to Starlock and gives a small slightly whistful smile. "Well, thank you. Time to get a quick spot of rest."

Starlock has posed:
     Starlock nodded affirmatively as she grabbed the enar cloth to start cleaning her hands. "....Yeaah...Just.. You eventually learn to watch out for types of people, who'd take advantage of it, and not let yourself be taken advantage of again, despite how hard those people will try to guilt you, or trick you into thinking your being the worst person ever." She'd chuckle

     She'd nod again. "Take it easy, alright? Nothing heavy until least a solar-cycles past for everything to settle." She'd call. "...Safe steps." she'd smile tiredly, and look to her own paint. "...Right need to get this fixed before tonight." She'd take a vent through her denta.

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