484/Stalling Tactics

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Stalling Tactics
Date of Scene: 21 January 2018
Location: Repair Bay
Synopsis: Sky Lynx brings back Hyperdrive in poor condition after his encounter with Blast Off.
Cast of Characters: Sky Lynx, Swivel, Hyperdrive


Swivel has posed:
    Waiting wasn't easy, and worries of what happened, what will happen, weight heavy on Swivel. Normally she would give medical personelle all the space they needed and not go anywhere near them when awaiting an extraction team. Well. Despite being able to split, Sky Lynx isn't really a team. He's just that good. Nonetheless, Swivel is on the landing pad that has direct access to the repair bay, standing behind the medical team awaiting SKy Lynx and Hyperdrive's return.

Sky Lynx has posed:
It's not often Lynx finds himself in this place, but usually it' sto drop off wounded. Honestly, how often /would/ he end up here for other reasons anyway? Regardless, the massive shuttle makes his way down to land on the emergency pad, setting down on all fours as he gently lowers Hyperdrive down to be tended to. It's...probably an awkward sight, because not only is Hyperdrive in the mech's teeth, but the mech looks mostly unscathed.

Other than that patch of distinct paint and energon coating one of his claws. Or the pieces of armor and heat shielding caught in the micro-fissures and joints of the claws. Or...well, something certainly got thrashed with that claw. But it probably wasn't Hyperdrive. He's still in one piece.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is a crispy little morsal in the dragon's jaws. Luckily he's alot less paletable than he could be and instead of chewing and swallowing, he gets spit out for the medics to take a look at. Hyperdrive is completely limp. He knows there's movement. Everything goes still and that's when he feels multiple hands touching his limbs as they probably try and move Hyperdrive to a table. Though the haze of pain he decides he can't take a chance of them deciding to strip what's left of him for parts. Hyperdrive becomes a violent whirlwind, trying to kick and hit anyone touching him!

--RADIO: Swivel-Hyperdrive-- Hyperdrive says, "GET AWAY! N-not strippin me d-down fer parts! NOt dead yet."
--RADIO: Swivel-Hyperdrive-- Swivel says, "It's okay 'Ypervroive, it's okay, yer safe."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel squints at Sky Lynx. He wasn't kidding about the armour and energon and... well... she kind of recognises that paint and bit of heat shielding. Swivel winces inwardly, but still stays back as the medics rush to retrieve Hyperdrive, working to check his vitals and stabilize him right then and there before moving him into intensive care proper. Swivel also peers at Hyperdrive with apprehension, unsure as to whether her little friend is going to make it. She could potentially lose two friends in one go, and the thought is keeping her spark in emotional turmoil.

    There's no way for Swivel to get past the medical people when she sees Hyperdrive stir and fight. At least it means he is alive, which is a relief. From a safe distance (for now) Swivel radios Hyperdrive directly, hoping her voice might calm him. <<"It's okay 'Yperdroive, it's okay, yer safe.>> If that doesn't reach him, she will actually approach. In the meantime, she also realises that SKy Lynx may take off to go gather up Blast Off's pieces. While medical attention might be imperitive than her friend, she is certain Blast Off would rather die than be captured. Swivel skirts around the medics, peering up at the formidable dragon shuttle. "Sk-sky Lynx, sir. 'Yperdroive is in no position ta tell me, but I gotta know... wot 'appened out there?"

Sky Lynx has posed:
Sky Lynx is indeed apparently preparing to take flight, though there's a hint of concern as Hyperdrive starts to get uneasy in the custodial care of the medical staff, and that hesitation's enough to give Swivel the window needed to at least distract him a bit. "Uncertain, Swivel. At least, as far as Hyperdrive is concerned."

He still begins the pre-flight checks, getting things underway to depart while looking his claw over. "After receiving the call I made immediate haste to the sight that was listed by Hyperdrive's own emergency beacons. It was a rather swift flight, and fortunately not too much time was spent in transit. Upon arrival, Blast Off was airborne and apparently gloating about something. I can only assume getting a shot off on Hyperdrive there. By the looks of it, I'd say his orbital bombardment system did the dirty work."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is quickly pinned, this isn't the medics first rodeo. Though not showing any recognition of anything going on around him. He seems to finally stop fighting. His expression full of fear. A hand reaches for....anything. Its all disconnected for him. Pain. another death to notch on his paint.

--RADIO: Swivel-Hyperdrive-- Hyperdrive says, "Yer t-there? Hurts."
--RADIO: Swivel-Hyperdrive-- Swivel says, "I'm close by. But I kinna get too close roight now, need ta give the medics their space."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel casts another concerned glance at Hyperdrive. A part of her wants to run over there and take Hyperdrive's charred hand. But she determinedly looks up to Sky Lynx. She has (possibly) another life to save. "Orbital bombardment?" Swivel glances back over at Hyperdrive. That sounds (looks?) painful. She glances back up at Sky Lynx. "I am ever so grateful ya were able ta bring 'Yperdroive back to us. We're really close friends." Swivel says, stalling while thinking of what to do. "And... an orbital bombardment... I'm guessin' that cooda taken out Private Washer?" Another cringe. THey weren't close. In fact, she'd got him in trouble in the past with her impetuous disobedience while in his charge. "Do you think 'Yperdroive will be alroight? If somethin... if somethin' were t'appen t'im..." Swivel glances over at Hyperdrive, her tone overwrought with emotion. The sort of overwrought one can scarcely walk away from without offerng some comfort or encouragement.

--RADIO: Swivel-Hyperdrive-- Hyperdrive says, "I-I'm safe...you promise? Its dark and I can't tell what's happenin ta me."

Sky Lynx has posed:
There's a nod on the Lynx's part. "Oh, certainly. As long as he's functional the staff here can bring him back. Most of the fatalities happen when they're isolated from care. I was also able to bring a cessation to hostilities." He looks at the mess on his claws. "Blast Off most likely didn't see it coming until it was far too late." He frowns a bit.

"Speaking of, I should probably go and make sure that he is still functional as well." He checks his preflight checklists again. "As stated, chances are slim if one is left isolated from care. But if you get them there in time, then everything is far better to end up favorable."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive gets restrained to the medical berth, not able to fight back and lays there trembling. Well up until one of the medics finds one of the disconnects in his sensors. Unfortunately for everyone else's sensors, Hyperdrive gives out a rather pain filled shriek. Yeah that he could have happily done without.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel keeps glancing at Hyperdrive, but tries to focus on Sky Lynx. "Yes... yer roight. Of course yer roight, yer Sky Lynx," Swivel says. It seems she is losing the large shuttle's attention. He is getting ready to leave. Lie? Say things she doesn't mean? Spout off about how it is best to leave the enemy to die? No. Swivel was unsure she could carry it off without consequences down the line. Her thoughts are distracted by Hyperdrive shrieking, which makes Swivel jump. She glances over at him for a moment. What is she going to do? "I'm... I'm impressed with yer compassion ta go back 'n gather up the enemy to be sure they get attention. But is that... is that woise?"

--RADIO: Swivel-Hyperdrive-- Swivel says, "I am watchin' you. They wun do anything bad. I know it's painful... jus' pull through. For me?"

Sky Lynx has posed:
Sky Lynx looks from Swivel to Hyperdrive, then back again. "Whether it is wise or not, it is what should be done. Besides, I'm uncertain the Decepticons could field anything large or daunting enough to challenge me in a quick hit and run. Moreover, if they are on-site, then they've most likely taken Blast Off. If not, then he still requires assistance."

He gives Swivel a curt nod before pushing himself up and shaking some of the debris off those claws. "Afterwards, I will most likely go tend to my own affairs. I'm in need of some new polish and I probably need to get these piecies of debris out of my joints before they grind too much."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel lowers her head. "Are ya sure you shouldn't at least get somer the debris out before flyin' again? Will YOU be alroight?" Swivel asks, getting a little desperate. But she can't afford to press the point beyond this last tactic. And furthermore, she feels she needs to go to Hyperdrive who she knows, for sure, is alive.

Sky Lynx has posed:
"I would not worry one bit, Swivel. While this might pose problems in the long term, it is nothing that can't wait until after work is done." He steps away, giving one last parting nod before his tail offers a soft flick. "So, right, unless there is anything you require, I'll be off to see to things."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive finally lays still. Shuddering a little but definately alive despite his crispy critter appearance. Unfortunately he's not in any condition to thank the big shuttlebot who saved his life. That will have to come later.

Swivel has posed:
    "Nothin' I require..." other than some assurance she didn't just get BLast Off killed by stalling Sky Lynx. Swivel makes room for Sky Lynx to depart, and then scurries off to hover at a safe distance behind the medical personelle working on Hyperdrive, wincing upon seeing a closer inspection of just what Blast Off had done to her friend. And Washer. Washer was dead. This... this was going to take Swivel some time to process. CLose enough to be heard, and not just over radio, Swivel calls out. "I'm 'ere, 'Yperdroive..." Whether he can hear her or not is another thing.

Sky Lynx has posed:
Sky Lynx gives a nod, leaving Swivel to attend to Hyperdrive's comfort while recovering and walks out of the medical bay. It's not long after that the sound of engines roaring echo throughout the complex, indicating the shuttle's off to take care of things as promised.

--RADIO: Swivel-Hyperdrive-- Hyperdrive says, "I got him killed too...he didnt have a chance just like barreler..."
--RADIO: Swivel-Hyperdrive-- Swivel says, "'Yperdroive... I...."
-Autobot- Sky Lynx says, "Well, to report properly, I do not see a sign of Blast Off in the area. It is likely he was retrieved by Decepticon recovery forces. Or...maybe scavengers made off with the pieces. Hmm. Either way, he is not here. I am returning to base to attend to my own matters. Lynx out."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive winces and lays there. He's still crispy in spots. His optics are still dark but now he's responding to sound and carefully answering questions. He looks miserable but at least he's no longer unable to respond directly. "S-swivel...."

Swivel has posed:
    "Ssshhhh sssshhhh I'm 'ere and I'll stay 'ere... so save yer energy 'til yer proper stabilized. We'll talk once I wun be in the medics' way, aight?" Swivel assures, doing everything not to reach out to the other minibot. And to her word, she does stick around - but without getting in the way.

    Swivel had fretfully remained down in the medical bay, once Hyperdrive had some necessary repairs done in the intensive unit. It was only when Hyperdrive had been set to rest while some armour pieces were taken elsewhere to be repaired or replaces, and Hyperdrive was hooked up to various monitoring equipment and given something for the pain. He was set to rest, and Swivel was firmly told so. But she also knew Hyperdrive to be the restless sort, and scooted in to his side, pulling up a chair to sit beside him. She would not press him if he seemed to be fading and, indeed, determined to rest. But... if he has anything to say, she's there. "'Yperdroive..." Swivel cautiously reaches out to lay a hand on somewhere that looks a bit less damaged than other spots.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns and reaches over to where Swivel has been, "I...I'm alive sorta I think....I..it would be wishful thinkin ta hope that this was just some psychosenorum nightmare right?"

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel curls in her lips. If it had been psychosonorum, there's perhaps be fewer casualities. Swivel dips her chin, her hand trembling just a little. "No... this wasn't Psychosonorum." Swivel wasn't there, but Sky Lynx said more than enough to confirm it. Swivel tries to keep her hand where it is, unless Hyperdrive gives an indication it is hurting him or not wanted. "Blast Off... did this to ya?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "We were on a patrol...Washer was showin me some of the routine parts of being on that sort of mission. Then the rocks started shakin and there was a blue light. I think Washer pushed me away before it all went dark. My forcefield saved me from the worst of it but....I ocouldn't save him."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel listens as Hyperdrive explains what happened. Perhaps if she gets enough facts, she can write up the report and save Hyperdrive the trouble while he recovers. Write a report? Is that really where her mind ought to be going? She should be dwelling on the loss of a life, possibly several. Although she had received a transmission from Sky Lynx that Blast Off was not there when he returned, which gave her some hope. But it also meant Blast Off could return to continue to kill other Autobots. Hyperdrive might not be so fortunate next time. But...
    No time for worrying about the next time. Swivel calls herself back into the present. This is no time to fade away when Hyperdrive needs her. Again. "Folk are gunna die in this war despite our best efforts..." is probably not at all comforting. "You coona save 'im, but 'e saved you. Fer that I am grateful."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns as Swivel talks about the death. "I tried.....I tried to call for help but I couldn't at first. I fought back as best as I could. I had no choice. I'm sorry..."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel thinks carefully. She is very uncertain what she could say. "You did yer best, that's all that matters. You were up against someone.... formidable. Try and get some rest. I'll be 'ere. But dun torture yerself needlessly and just remember surviving wot you did is already remarkable."
    Swivel continues to stay by Hyperdrive trying to offer some small comfort as he fades back into unconsciousness.