| Friend or Foe | |
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| Date of Scene: | 13 December 2018 |
| Location: | Repair Bay |
| Synopsis: | Quickswitch seeks First Aid's advice. |
| Cast of Characters: | Quickswitch, First Aid |
- Quickswitch has posed:
Down every corridor, every sudden shadow, Quickswitch wonders to himself, would he do it again? The battle on Luna-2 haunts his processor, so much so that the mutant seeks out medical. What they recommend, he decided sternly, he would adhear to. The Autobot makes its way through the doorway and finds a berth. Quickswitch fidgets as he waits for a medic, thoughts racing, "Ex-Excuse me.." the worried Sixchanger asks, "May I speak with someone..?"
- First Aid has posed:
First Aid comes in from down the hall, probably working on getting things tofether for a patient or another. He pauses when he sees Quicksqitch in here. "Oh, good evening, Quickswitch." He says, approaching his berth. "What brings you in today?" He asks, doing a scan.
- Quickswitch has posed:
The creature's headfins tilt in a worried gesture. "..Normally, I go to Deltaran Medical, but.." he shrugs, continuing in a lowered vocalizer, "..Something happened at the Luna-2 battle.." he presses onward, anxiously, "..I lost all perception of who was friend or foe. Everyone registered as an enemy target.. I -fired- on Starlock and Siegebreaker too.. They could have been killed.." he looks terrible, fingers rising to his face and tugging at the metal before laying back on the berth. First Aid's scan would reveal a strange cyberphysiology.
- First Aid has posed:
First Aid nods "YOu can come here anytime. We're always here to help." he says. He nods. "Has this happened since the battle? What was the situation that caused it." he looks this over, thinking this might require someone more experienced like Pharma or Ratchet. But he's the one on duty so it will have to be him tonihgt.
- Quickswitch has posed:
Quickswitch looks at First Aid, optics glowing, "No.." he's clearly relieved, "It hasn't. But during the battle.. the Terrorcon, Sinnertwin.. He was taunting me," Quickswitch's voice takes on a gruff quality as anger flares at the memory, "He was tellin' me I was a Sixshot wannabe!" he shouts, "That my failures would cause--" he snarls and slams his first down on the berth before transforming to beast mode, raking his claws down the metal berth and growling with rage. He glances at First Aid, vocalizer suddenly soft again, "..I wanted him to shut up.."
- First Aid has posed:
First Aid continues to scan Quickswitch as he transformed. "And you lost control? Oh dear. Let me see if I can fix the wiring. It might be psychological but I can at least try."
- Quickswitch has posed:
The assault unit speaks, even as the Autobot lapses into silence, "...It cannot be allowed to occur," decrees the assault unit, "...Control must be maintained at all times..." it says in a cold voice.
Then, quiet contentment. First Aid's readings would be erratic. "Would you? Please." he asks happily.
- First Aid has posed:
First Aid pauses. "You shouldn't have to constantly keep it under control like that." He says, as he opens up Quickswitch to take a look at the wiring. "There should be a way for one emotion to switch over consistantly, without becoming uncontrolled."
- Quickswitch has posed:
The beast-mode fidgets a little as First Aid takes a look at his wiring, "Always had a problem with that," he shrugs his shoulders and smiles toothily, "Hasn't interfered with anything until now," he doesn't sound concerned, "But I'm in the right place," he says to the young medic.
- First Aid has posed:
First Aid nods "It sounds like its been getting worse. HOpefully we can get it under control. I am no expert in neural nets but I can see if I can call one in." He says. "Im glad that you came in rather hten letting it get worse.
- Quickswitch has posed:
Quickswitch lays there in tense silence, tail swishing and cog spasming to take on a new form, as he waits. Part of him wonders why he came to this place at all. /Deltaran's/ medics could barely comprehend his systems. He made a displeased face. He made a friendly one, "I'm with you there, buddy," Quickswitch replied, "I don't know very much about neural nets or cyberphysiology. I just know something has to be done." He lowers his head on his paws and dims his optics.