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Old Cargo Shuttle
Date of Scene: 11 November 2018
Location: Repair Bay
Synopsis: Decagon medical is busy as ever, and Ratchet is cranky as ever.
Cast of Characters: Ratchet, Groove, Starlock, Harbinger, Pharma


Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger is currently resting under one of the repair berths, the Cyber-Ant curled up into a small ball, her optics just peeking over her body as she keeps a eye on the room itself as she waits for a medic to be free, her armor currently rather rended and damaged.. and leaking just a tiny bit of oil under her from the wounds.

Pharma has posed:
    The repair bay is busy as usual, with the war raging fierce as ever out there. Techs bustle here and there, grabbing tools, drugs, and instrumentation. As such, the Decagon's best doctors are here, assisting where needed, and that includes Pharma and Ratchet. But it seems that one of Ratchet's patients is missing, some bug-like person. A Harbinger.

    "Harbinger, Harbinger..." Pharma mutters as he searches for her. Sure, it's Ratchet's assignment but he's always happy to help out a colleague. Finally, he spots her under a circuit slab near the back. "Oh, there you are." he chuckles. "Hey," the physician says softly. "There's nothing to be scared of here, all right? We're here to -help-."

Groove has posed:
Groove limps into the repair bay, looking ...not so great. He looks like he's been bombarded by lasers, repeatedly. Somehow, he managed to reach the repair bay of his own accord, unassisted.

Ratchet has posed:
Ratchet isn't having as much luck, "Where the frag is that bug!?" He looks under yet another chair, "I swear to the vaulted heights that when I find her-" Groove walks in and Ratchet pauses as he stares at the mech. Then he's in motion. "I need help here! Did you /limp/ here!?" Groove won't be standing long, as Ratchet sweeps his legs out from under him to move the mech onto a medical berth.

Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger twitches a bit, her antennas wiggling just a bit and she slowly uncurls from under the berth and steps out of it before transforming, a soft groan escaping before she can stiffle it and looks up at Pharma, "Harby not scared... Harby was tired." She looks around, her optics aligning on Groove before she chuckles softly which causes another briefy flinch, the Insecticon swaying a bit, "Less.. chance Harby get stepped on.. if Harby rests under bed.."

Pharma has posed:
    "Uh, well you could've been ON it. Like everyone else. Definitely wouldn't have gotten stepped on there." Pharma says cheerfully, as he helps her up onto the slab. He turns toward where Ratchet is tending to Groove. "Hey Ratchet, I found your bug. You want me to take care of her or can you handle it?" he smirks a little playfully. With everything the way it is, -someone's- got to lighten the mood sometime.

Groove has posed:
"Sure did." Groove smiles wearily. "Took the scenic route, in fact - whoa!"

He stares up at Ratchet's face, his smile turning into an amused, if not dazed, grin. "A little warning next time, please?" He does settle down when Ratchet puts him on the berth, though. Groove is a good patient.

Ratchet has posed:
"Either take care of her and stop asking questions or get your aft over here and help." Ratchet snaps back at Pharma, optics and hands never leaving Groove's frame or his scans, "I'll warn you when you aren't in danger of faceplanting. How did this happen?" He will apologize for snapping at his friend later on. Or not. They'll see.

Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger's antennas twitch.. and would rasberry at Rachet that she is in as bad a condition as Groove, but she is a mature adult Cyber-Ant and lets herself guided up onto the berth and sits, her gaze still drifting around the room a bit as she tries to keep from moving too much. "It... was quieter under there. Harby likes quiet."

Pharma has posed:
    "-Okay-. Primus," Pharma chuckles and shakes his head as Ratchet gives his typical grumpy response. He turns back to the Insecticon. "Don't mind him, he says to Harbinger. He's a good mech, but the war has taken a toll on him." he sighs. "Just like it has for all of us. So you might not be able to tell, but he'd give his own spark to save a patient if he had to."

    He nods at her explanation. "Quieter? Hm, maybe. Definitely less comfortable, though. Anyway, guess I'll be taking care of you instead of Ratchet. Lucky you." Another chuckle as he holds up a datapad and starts scanning. "Pretty banged up, but nothing I haven't dealt with before. You should be back on your feet in no time." Putting the diagnostics away, he sets to work immediately, removing shrapnel and welding broken parts back together.

Groove has posed:
Groove tries to fold his arms under his head, winces, and leaves his arms at his sides, which is considerably less painful. "I got into a philosophical disagreement with a 'Con the other day. All things considered, I think I had the stronger argument."

Is that Harbinger's voice he hears? Why yes, it is! Groove can't really wave to her, so he settles for a verbal greeting instead. "Hello again, little queen. Nice to see you."

Ratchet has posed:
"What kind of debate would do this!? did you think you were alive and he wanted to argue otherwise?" Seeing as he IS alive though, Ratchet can't really argue the stronger arguement bit. "Try to raise your arms above your helm again." If he can't that an indicator of a severed tension cable. Either way he starts on the obvious injuries he doesn't need to pull plating off to look at.

Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger does manage to physically still while Pharma works, the Insecticon's optiocs moving just a bit to watch him work. "Harby likes flat. Tunnels always odd.. edges and bumps. Not easy to sleep safely." Groove's call turns her head and she looks to Pharma to make sure it is okay to move before she raises one hand to wave a bit towards him.. a action it is clear she does not do very often as her antennas bob to the sides in time with her hand.

Pharma has posed:
    "Flat terrain is usually easier to traverse, yes." Pharma replies with a nod. "That is if your alt mode is restricted to the ground." he adds, given he himself is clearly a flier.

    "Hm," he has managed to carefully dislodge all the smaller pieces of shrapnel but there's still that big one. "Alright Harbinger, I've got you on as high a dose of boosters as I safely can, but this one might still sting quite a bit. But it should only last a few kliks, okay?" Having warned her, he goes about prying it out, carefully making sure he doesn't cause any further damage while doing so. But it would probably scrape against some sensitive spots.

Groove has posed:
"We-ell," Groove begins, drawing out the word, "he was part of a team of 'Cons attacking Tyger Pax, and he said that the folks living there were just obstacles or target practice. I disagreed. We couldn't settle our differenes through words alone."

He grimaces, but he does as the doctor orders, lifting his arms up as high as they'll go before the pain becomes unbearable. They don't get much higher than his shoulders.

Ratchet has posed:
"So yes, then." Ratchet replies for himself, "Looks like along with this you have a damaged tension cable. Keep your arms down and I'll get to it." With a flourish of fingers Ratchet wends the last of the wounds on Groove's leg shut, running a hand along the limb to check for any more imperfections, "Do you feel anything off about this leg now?"

Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger puts her claws flat on the berth, and they dig in a tiny bit but she manages not to sink them in deeply before she just nods to Pharma as she sets her optics to just starting straight ahead, "Harby made.. report of.. fight. Nasty shuttle and a car."

Pharma has posed:
    "Mhm, thank you. Reports are important. I'm sure you fought well out there." Pharma replies, nodding as he finally gets that big piece out. "There, that should've been the worst of it. Now that all the debris is out, he gets out a micro welder and starts weaving her internals back together carefully, patching where possible and replacing where necessary. Thankfully, none of the parts needing replacement are anything too sensitive or exclusive to the individual.

Groove has posed:
Groove is all too happy to lower his arms to an angle that doesn't make them ache. He shifts his leg experimentally, flexing each joint and even wiggling his foot. "Nope. It feels fine.

Ratchet has posed:
Ratchet nods, more to himself than anyone else, "Lean forward, I need to see your back." Ratchet picks up a welder of his own and as Groove leans forward he will carefully remove plating to get to the internals beneath.

Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger's parts are fairly simple.. easy to fix but easy to break as well. There is a slight twitch as Pharma pulls out the larger chunk of scrap from her but she suddenly yawns a bit and blinks, shaking her head, "Harby tired still.." She looks at the berth before glancing at Ratchet then Pharma, "Harby rest here? Or Harby go find dark place to rest?"

Pharma has posed:
    "You can absolutely rest here. Pharma confirms. As a matter of fact, I would recommend it. Safer, and if something happens, we have our medical teams here to see to it immediately." He finishes up with the internal repairs, taking care not to damage anything further. He peers briefly at her systems before starting to seal her armor back up. Insecticon physiology and its unique intake system has always fascinated him. "Almost done."

Groove has posed:
Groove obediently leans forwards, going silent as Ratchet works. "I don't think he got me too badly back there," he says mildly. "Mostly shot me from above. It'd explain the shoulders, at least."

Ratchet has posed:
Ratchet removes outward plating with quick movements, singling out a damaged bit of cabling. Defiitely damaged cabling, the thing nearly snapped. Melted down metal coupling should do the trick. Luckily its the only damage there but he needs someone to hold it in place... "Pharma!" Confirmation made, ratchet yells across the repair bay, "I need another set of hands."

Harbinger has posed:
Harbinger tilts her head to the side at Ratchet's actions then looks at Pharma, "Harby thinks old cargo shuttle less cranky then that Bot." She nods a bit in thanks to Pharma, then proceeds to change back into her Cyber-Ant form and crawls back under the Berth and curls up, the Insecticon quickly slipping into a sleep cycle as she relaxs in the darkish area under the berth.

Pharma has posed:
    "Ha, yeah...that sounds about right." Pharma laughas at Harbinger's comment about Ratchet. He completes the welding and even applies some extra layers of paint and polish as a finishing touch. Now she's all shiny and perfect looking! "There." he says, sounding satisfied. "Now all you need is some good rest to let your systems do the rest of the work." He chuckles as she goes back under the circuit slab again. Well, to each her own, he supposes.

    Then Ratchet yells at him again. Yep, old cargo shuttle. Like from before the Senate days or something. "Coming, coming." he says. "Good thing I'm faster than you and got done with Harbinger here just in time to help you out." Examining the situation, he has an idea of what Ratchet probably wants, but he waits for the CMO to tell him what's needed first.

Groove has posed:
"Another set of hands, huh? Is it that bad?" Groove chuckles. He's clearly trying to find a bit of lightheartedness in this.

Ratchet has posed:
"You may be faster but I can take more than a gentle breeze." Ratchet responds dryly. The coupling is tossed to the approaching doctor, "Hold this in place over the cabling while I melt it down." Groove is spared only a second glance as he sets the welder's properties, "Not bad, just unwieldy."

Pharma has posed:
    "Yes -sir-." Pharma replies, chuckling as he catches the coupling and holds it over the cables in just the right position as Ratchet gets to welding. "Heh, yeah. Ratchet doesn't like unwieldy."

Groove has posed:
"Unwieldy isn't usually a good thing." Groove switches off his optics - he'd rather not see what's going on. "Would it be better if I quieted down and let you two work?"

Ratchet has posed:
"Yes, but most don't." Welder on its highest setting, Ratchet brings it down on the coupling. Soon the object begins to weaken and melt in Pharma's hands. Enough that the other medic can soon release it without it moving. With a few more touch ups here and there, The medic sits back, "Alright, try to raise your arm again."

Pharma has posed:
    Pharma holds on to the coupling as long as is needed--he doesn't need Ratchet to tell him when he can let go. Finally the parts are in place again, cooling down quickly. "Aw, come on Ratchet. Nothing wrong with a little conversation to lighten the mood as long as it's not disrupting our work. You and I are both experienced enough that we -can- talk and work at the same time. I mean, at least I am." he jokes.

Groove has posed:
Groove raises his arms up - and manages it! "Hmm. A little stiff, but no pain. Much better than before."

Ratchet has posed:
"And which one of us is Chief Medical Officer?" Ratchet lets a small, admittedly smug, smirk grace his features. Its gone before anyone can confirm if it was ever there. "The stiffness should go away. I'll do some more patchwork on the rest of your injuries then you should be able to leave."

Pharma has posed:
    "Oh--oh you did -not- just pull the rank card on me." Pharma replies with mock indignation. Still, he can't help but laugh because he totally just saw that little glint of cheekiness. "Wait a klik, was that a smug face I saw? Was that Ratchet being cheeky. Because slag I don't think I've seen -that- since Nominus Prime."

Groove has posed:
"Alright." It's a good thing Groove's optics are off, otherwise he'd be peering back and forth at Pharma and Ratchet as they do their verbal sparring. "Tell me if I need to move anything."

Ratchet has posed:
"Its your word against the universe." Ratchet finishes the welds to Groove's plating and steps back, "Stand up slow then walk around." Standing beside Pharma, Ratchet hooks fingers into his hip plating to watch their patient, "What was wrong with Harbinger? Little pest was impossible to find." There's no real bite behind the words.

Pharma has posed:
    "I -know- what I saw." Pharma chuckles, then shrugs. "She just likes hiding under things, I guess." He responds good-naturedly to Ratchet's question regarding Harbinger. "But as for injuries, nothing more than the usual blaster and blunt force melee wounds."

    Just then, another round of wounded soldiers are brought into the atrium, along with the usual commotion of the emergency techs. "Welp, duty calls." Pharma says, looking toward the new wave. "Hey, let's grab some drinks at your old party place in Rodion when things slow down a bit, yeah?" he suggests, patting Ratchet slightly before heading off.

Groove has posed:
Groove gets up slowly and takes a few steps in one direction, then turns and walks back. "Much better," he says, nodding. "Thanks, doc."

Ratchet has posed:
Ratchet huffs as more mechs come in, frown evolving to a scowl, "You're cured. Its a miracle. Now get out." Is Ratchet's dissmissal of Groove. Moving into motion he simply gives Pharma one offhand response, "I don't think it can be considered my place when I haven't 'partied' in a Millenia, Pharma." Looks like the rescue crew is making their grand entrance.

Starlock has posed:
It wouldn't be long after an apparent commlink discussion, that Starlock would come into the medbay, covered in dirt, dust, sand, char, and energon from working to help poor Hammerstrike in the ship they'ed taken. A few drones rolling the unconscious Hammerstrike in on a mobile berth.

She'd not been kidding about how grizzly a shape he had been in, and let out a grunt, given her report over the commlink now seemed contradicted.

"Well he /was/ awake."

Groove has posed:
Groove chuckles. "Yessir. Time to hit the road, I think."

He heads for the exit, nodding to Starlock (and giving Hammerstrike's body a sympathetic look) on his way out.

Ratchet has posed:
"Table." Ratchet rolls a tool shelf over as he helps get the injured mech onto a slab, "Well, don't need sedatives now. Get some patches and a welder and start fixing superficial injuries." Ratchet turns his attention to the gnarled messes of plating where the soldier and enemy have seemingly melted together, "I'll... figure out where to start here."

"And Starlock." He spares one final glance to the femme before surgery, "We are having a -talk- later."

Starlock has posed:
Starlock looked over confused for a brief moment, had she done something wrong? It took her a moment, but she came to the conclusion it likely regarded the incident with Siegebreaker...

Well she had expected that to come, she'd told the truth in her report after all, and she didn't want Siegebreaker and Hyperdrive to get in trouble alone, if anything.. Should just be her and Hyperdrive, plus she was not one to just allow someone to take blame like that.

"Understood, sir.."

She'd gone up to one of the empty tool carts, setting down her messy tool's she'd brought with her to the field.

Ratchet has posed:
Ratchet spends the next few hours in surgery, stabilizing the large mecha in front of him. Its only once the mech is in no danger of death, and likely has a lot of vortex's plating yanked from his seams, that the medic relaxes.

He's tired, its late, and he still has plenty of things to do. Chastizing Starlock can wait until the morning.

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