RWV. Red Alert's Clinic. Healing

[dens_extra_pups]

Hormah: *storms into the waiting room at Red Alert's, and punches the seated Jetfire right in the gear box* Ye stunned @#$#@$#@, when was ye after goin' t' tell me??

Jetfire: *startles and nearly topples over in his chair* *was trying to think through the fogginess in his processor* *blinks a bit and gives Hormah a confused look*

Hormah: Blackout trusts ye! Calls ye 'er brot'er, 'n ye were jes' gonna slaggin' let 'er die??? *yellow optics just snapping with wrath*

Jetfire: *slowly, as he works through what Hormah's saying* Not.... Gonna let 'er die....

Hormah: *positively evil look, and then hits him with a blast of her energy that utterly wipes the fog out of his processor. And also clears away any pain suppression the sedation Red Alert gave him was providing*

Jetfire: *and now he's reeling and panicking again*

Hormah: *savage kicks for his leg as she curses him viciously in at least ten languages*

Jetfire: *strings of obscenities as he tries to get up. Optics are white from the stress of not feeling Blackout, from fear, and from the pain of strained systems pushed past safe operating limits*

Hormah: *voice cracks with strain and the force of her rage and sadness* Murderin' glitch! Stunned heap 'o cosmic rust! *more kicks!*

Jetfire: *more strings of obscenities, will fight back until something gives way, leaving the old soldier doubled over, processor and intakes racing*

Scorponok: *finally got his PINpoint to work! Ack! What is Hormah doing! Blackout doesn't want that broken!*

Hormah: *tearful now as she backs away from Jetfire* Ye were jes' gonna slaggin' let 'er die!

Red Alert: *bursts into the room, disoriented from having the first rest cycle he's taken in seven days disrupted* What's going on here? Jetfire, I asked you to stay in your seat.

Jetfire: *even in pain, he'll try to get to Blackout, paying Red Alert no mind*

Red Alert: Hormah? *frowns* What is the meaning of this?

Hormah: *shakes her fist at him and curses as Scorponok follows Jetfire and chitters at him* I's a slaggin' healer, ye stunned #@#$@#$@#!

Red Alert: ...What?

Hormah: I's half Minicon, remember? I kin amp systems. I could'a repaired Blackout from t' @#$#@@ start!

Scorponok: *chitters agreement without turning away from Jetfire. Yes, Blackout's first baby can do that. Yes, yes*

Jetfire: *through gritted dentae* T'en getcher.... aft.... in t'ere, Lass. *it's only by sheer stubbornness that he's still standing*

Red Alert: No. It's too dangerous. We can't risk releasing that Unicron derived... OORF! *doubles over from a blow of the little Primus servant's fist*

Scorponok: *stops short and boggles, then simply must cheer, despite the situation*

Hormah: *intaking deeply as she pauses to speak to Nightwind, who is curled quietly inside her chest* Don't ye ever dis me t'at way agin, Red. *reaches out and touches the medic, releasing a soft burst of energy as she does. Then turns away from him and uses both hands on Jetfire, who will feel his pain fading as his self repair kicks into effortless overdrive*

Jetfire: *shutters his optics and cycles air* *quietly* Jes' worry 'bout Blackout.....

Hormah: *stomps on his foot as she shuts off the energy and takes her hands away* I don' answer t' ye, rustheap.

Jetfire: *manages a stinkeye for Hormah, will move to try and find where Blackout is*

Hormah: *shoves past him and slams the door in his face*

Scorponok: *hunkers down dizzily and nibbles a claw, then opines that Jetfire is in very deep slag*

Jetfire: *will rest his forehead against the wall, shutter his optics, and do something he isn't normally comfortable doing.... He'll pray*

Red Alert: *exits via the other door and sees if he can't jimmy his way into his own intensive care ward*

Scorponok: *quiet and still for many minutes as he sits and waits and hopes. He still feels sick, and can't sense Blackout. But he's seen what Hormah can do. He'll wait. Blackout will come back to him*

Sideswipe: *can suddenly be heard faintly through the door, talking excitedly*

Jetfire: *very slight quirk of a grin as he continues to pray*

rwvJetfire: *concerned questions, and then a grunt as he falls off his table while trying to crane toward Blackout's and see her*

Jetfire: *quiet snort*

Scorponok: *wait wait*

Jetfire: *cycles air, will continue to pray, though he'll also check in with Requiem*

Requiem: *sounds tired and cranky* //What is it, old man?//

Jetfire: //Hormah's 'ere.//

Requiem: //Oh pit. Nobody told her about Blackout, did they?// *sound of a facepalm*

Jetfire: //Nay.... She punched me 'n kicked me fer it.//

Requiem: //Well at least she didn't shoot you where it'd make walking hard.// *sigh*

Scorponok: *sudden perk and chitter* Blackout! Blackout! Blackout! BLACKOUT!

Blackout: *slowly coming online and muzzily starting to process again*

Jetfire: //Aye.... 'N Blackout's 'wake.//

Requiem: *whoops, and then the link abruptly shuts off*

Pink: *just hit the inside of the door with a squee*

Jetfire: *looks up*

Blackout: *rumble of quiet amusement in there*

Pink: *giggling and squealing and talking and beeping all at once as she slides down the door*

Jetfire: *will move to see if he can get the door open*

Red Alert: *quiet startle as he comes face to torso with the old Seeker*

Pink: *flies up and nearly bangs into Jetfire's chin, but instead only nicks it with one shoulder* She's alive! Shes' all better! *jabber!*

Jetfire: *will hold Pink close to his chest* *quietly* Aye, lass....

Pink: *chatters a bit more, but then suddenly shivers and starts to cry quietly*

Red Alert: *looks up* *quietly* Why don't you come see her, Jetfire?

Jetfire: *soft clicks and moves to approach*

Blackout: *laying on the berth furthest from the door, her bulk nearly too much for it. Optics are low lit, but alert*

Jetfire: *quietly, as he gets closer* Hormah's got a mean kick.

Blackout: *quirks a brow* *raspy* Why were you fighting the runt?

Jetfire: *simply* She di'n't git called till late, 'n was mad 'bout it.

Blackout: *slight frown, and then shutters optics and slowly shakes head* Never told you.

Jetfire: *soft snort* I never thought t' ask. 'S my own fault.

Blackout: Runt's been different since she was forged. *looks up at him again*

Jetfire: *another soft snort* Aye.... *will reach to pat Blackout's hand* I'll go round up t'e troublemakers....

Blackout: *head shake* Need to recharge.

Jetfire: *soft rumble* Requiem'll be needin' an extra set'a optics.

Blackout: *makes her smaller cannon whir by way of threat of what will happen if he doesn't obey her*

Jetfire: *just a bit grouchy now* *more rumble*

Pink: *wriggles* I'll go tell everyone she's okay.

Jetfire: *frowny frown, then* Alright..... Jes' keep sharp.....

Pink: *giggle* I always am!

Jetfire: *can't help the amused and fond snort*

Pink: *gives him a kiss on the cheekplate, and then transforms and jets away*

rwvJetfire: *quietly talking to his own little jet Minicon over there on his berth*

Jetfire: *to Blackout* Gonna go talk to the punk first....

Blackout: *frowns as her groggy processor tries to figure which punk he's talking about*

Jetfire: *will move to approach rwvJetfire's berth*

rwvJetfire: *looks up as he comes near, then cracks a tired grin* Old... man.

Jetfire: Ye feelin' better, punk?

rwvJetfire: 'M feelin'. Guess that's better.

Jetfire: *soft snort, careful pat of rwvJetfire's shoulder*

rwvJetfire: *smiles, then glances over at Sideswipe and looks worried as he sees that the younger bot is crying quietly*

Red Alert: *goes over and speaks to Sideswipe, and then gently sedates him*

Jetfire: *quiet sigh* *another pat for rwvJetfire's shoulder, then moves to head for the door*

Red Alert: Where are you going? *looks over his shoulder*

Jetfire: Got orders t' recharge.

Red Alert: There's an empty berth right here. *nods to the one between Blackout and the others*

Jetfire: *blink blink, small nod, will move to lay face down on the empty berth*

Red Alert: *stoops and picks Scorponok up as the chibi chitters at him* It's good to see that you're alright. We were worried that the shock to Blackout's systems might have caused you damage as well.

Scorponok: *tired droop to his tail and claws, but he puffs himself up a bit at the medic's words. Nothing could hurt a bot as big and bad as Scorponok!*

Red Alert: I know. *gently tucks the little bot into one of Blackout's storage compartments*

Requiem: //Jetfire?//

Jetfire: //Aye, Requiem?//

Requiem: //I just sent Sheol to take care of Apoleia. He's been fasting in the church building all this time.//

Jetfire: //Th' lad'll be alright....//

Requiem: //Yeah. And Hormah's going to get Dreadnought and Mouse.//

Jetfire: //Good.// *was worried about the pair*

Requiem: //Yeah. Do you want me to send Pink back, or take her along hunting with the idiots?//

Jetfire: //...What does she want t' do?//

Requiem: //No idea. She's talking too fast for me to understand, and she's moving faster than anything but Waspinator on chocolate covered coffee beans.//

Jetfire: *snorts into the vinyl of the berth at the mental image* //Keep 'er wit' ye....//

Requiem: //Yes, sir. We should be back sometime tomorrow night. This is just a small swarm.//

Jetfire: //Understood.... Give 'em 'ell f'r me.///

Requiem: //Alright. Requiem out.//

Jetfire: //Jetfire out.// *cycles air and lets it out in a sigh. There's no way he'll be getting any recharge tonight, since he's still too keyed up*

Blackout: *frowning at him through optics that want to shut off* //Sleep too. Don't just recharge.//

Jetfire: //Aye...// *yeah, like that'll happen*

Red Alert: *ninja tags the Seeker in passing*

Jetfire: *doesn't even have time to finish the startled curse before he's out*

Blackout: *faint, weary rumble as she shutters her optics and goes into sleep mode*

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