ratchetdamedic: *working frantically to save Tracks!*

ratchetdamedic: *starts patching the leaks, hooking up energon feeds*

ratchetdamedic: CRUSHER!

ratchetdamedic: WHAT THE SLAG HAPPENED?

crush all humanz: *is just watching..... blinks and looks at Ratchet* I HAPPENED. *darkly*

ratchetdamedic: *replacement fuel lines going on...damn, going to run out of this stuff eventually*

ratchetdamedic: You did this?

ratchetdamedic: *optics dim*

crush all humanz: YEAH. I DID IT.

crush all humanz: *isn't gonna beat around the bush about it - but he doesn't look particularly happy about it, either*

ratchetdamedic: Dammit Crusher.

ratchetdamedic: You could've killed him.

ratchetdamedic: *starts running the tubing*

crush all humanz: THAT WAS MY ORIGINAL INTENTION.

ratchetdamedic: Crusher...

ratchetdamedic: Agh

ratchetdamedic: *and starts on other vital systems*

crush all humanz: WHAT? DO YOU WANT ME TO LIE AND TELL YOU THAT SOMEONE ELSE DID THIS?

ratchetdamedic: No.

ratchetdamedic: Remorse would be nice.

crush all humanz: .........

ratchetdamedic: then again, what should I expect from you?

ratchetdamedic: Ugh.

ratchetdamedic: *goes back to work*

crush all humanz: *snarls and slams a fist down on a spare berth* YOU THINK I'M ENJOYING THIS?

crush all humanz: IF I DIDN'T CARE, DO YOU THINK HE'D EVEN BE IN THE SLAGGING MEDBAY?

ratchetdamedic: Maybe you should think before you act next time, then?

ratchetdamedic: *still working*

ratchetdamedic: *replace some circuitry...*

crush all humanz: MAYBE YOUR SLAGGING FOOL LEADER SHOULDN'T TELL ME TO TAKE OUT MY FRUSTRATION ON OTHERS.

flyingcorvette: *rouses slightly as he's worked on, optics dimmed and unfocused* ::Ow?::

ratchetdamedic: Good, you're awake...

ratchetdamedic: Maybe you should be quiet, Crusher.

crush all humanz: .............
flyingcorvette: *Awake was a relative term, but he was at least not deactivated* ::Nnf.::

ratchetdamedic: *starting on some plating*

ratchetdamedic: You're pretty slagged, Tracks.

bumblebeecar07: *pokes head in* >_>

bumblebeecar07: <_<

crush all humanz: *which reminds him that he forgot to go back to get Tracks' chestplate. whoops.*

crush all humanz: *.....and a wing.*

ratchetdamedic: Dammit. How am I supposed to replace a wing?

ratchetdamedic: I don't exactly keep spares around!

ratchetdamedic: *keeps on fixing him, grumbling*

crush all humanz: .....*quietly* I COULD GO GET IT.
flyingcorvette: ::...need both.:: *winces and tries to look over at Bonecrusher* ::Get it?::

crush all humanz: ........

crush all humanz: *ouch, way to play on the sparkstrings, Tracks. commence the ignoring of Ratchet as he heads out to go get said wing*
flyingcorvette: *Makes a relieved sound and relaxes a bit*

ratchetdamedic: *sighs*

ratchetdamedic: What happened, Tracks?
flyingcorvette: ::Tried to rip my face off.:: *long pause* ::...'s still there?::
flyingcorvette: *he does indeed have a face, but it's kind of torn at the edges and well into scratched the fuck up*
flyingcorvette: *unhappy Tracks is unhappy. also ow.*

ratchetdamedic: Huh

ratchetdamedic: Why?

ratchetdamedic: *still fixing*
flyingcorvette: *Another pause, looking up at Ratchet blearily* ::'Con.::

Ratchetdamedic: Hnnn

Ratchetdamedic: I've patched the fuel leaks...Getting energon in you.

Ratchetdamedic: Plating is going to take a while.

Ratchetdamedic: And I need to weld the wings back on.

Ratchetdamedic: For now, you need rest.

ratchetdamedic: And I've turned your pain receptors down

crush all humanz: *returns with the wing and chestplate under his arm, dumping them nearby the two 'bots and backing the hell away, near the other side of the medbay.*

ratchetdamedic: *sighs and walks over to examine the wing*

bumblebeecar07: *slips in to stand next to Crusher* >_>

crush all humanz: *glances at Dirge but doesn't say anything - yeaaah, a littlle too busy headdesking in his head*
flyingcorvette: Wing: *was sheared off quite nicely! Must be awesome having sharp claws.*

crush all humanz: *yeah, totally awesome*

ratchetdamedic: At least the break is clean...
flyingcorvette: ::Hurts less now.:: *Peers at Dirge curiously*

Ratchetdamedic: *carries the wing over and starts matching it up*
bumblebeecar07: *is ttly there and quiet*
flyingcorvette: *Is less owie, so takes the opportunity to make sure his face wasn't ripped off and that he still has paint in some places with his hands.*

crush all humanz: *winces at that, watching Tracks like a car wreck*
ratchetdamedic: *does his best to patch up his face*
flyingcorvette: *-is- a car wreck, properly speaking, and will be very happy for Ratchet's efforts*

ratchetdamedic: I think I can save your face Tracks.

flyingcorvette: ::...Really?:: *he tries not to look hopeful, but he'd just been trying to convince himself that it couldn't look that bad, either.*

Ratchetdamedic: Going to take me a few surgeries.

Ratchetdamedic: But yeah.
flyingcorvette: *relieved* ::Thank you.::

ratchetdamedic: *working away*

ratchetdamedic: It's my job. *wryly*

crush all humanz: .......... *and opens up that private line to Tracks* :: YOU VAIN SCRAPHEAP, YOUR FACE IS THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES. :: *tries to sound mean and grr-y but it comes out a little too shaky to be really angry*
flyingcorvette: *Back to 'Crusher, sort of serenely now that he knows it's okay* ::It's a place to start.::

ratchetdamedic: *works away*

crush all humanz: :: I RIPPED YOUR CHESTPLATE OFF! THAT'S A PLACE TO START! ::
flyingcorvette: ::...You'd think you'd be happy I'm not dwelling on that part.::

crush all humanz: :: ............... :: *makes an annoyed noise into the comm, crossing his arms* :: IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE. ::

Ratchetdamedic: *shifts to the chest*

flyingcorvette: *grimaces and tries not to look down as he addresses Crusher again* ::Sometimes you do things to keep sane. Not talking about how my alt is destroyed is one of those. Okay?::

crush all humanz: :: ..........ALL THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FOR THE VOK. :: *growls a bit*
flyingcorvette: *snorts* ::...So you were blind -before- I took out your optic? Ahah.::

crush all humanz: :: IF PRIME HADN'T SHOWN UP, YOU WOULD BE IN ONE PIECE. UNFORTUNATE FOR YOU THAT AUTOBOT DELUSIONS CUT INTO MY TIME WITH THE SLAGGER. ::
flyingcorvette: ::I'm glad it's now not your fault. I suppose you feel better?::

crush all humanz: :: .................. :: *swears aloud* :: IF IT WEREN'T MY FAULT, I WOULD HAVE LEFT YOU IN HERE ALONE. ::
flyingcorvette: ::Then it's got nothing to do with Optimus and all to do with how you chose to react when you weren't allowed to be a big, bad Decepticon?::
flyingcorvette: ::I'm just making sure. I don't think I'll be hearing you do this again.::

crush all humanz: :: ................FINE. YEAH. YOU KNOW WHAT? IT'S ALL MY FAULT. EONS OF CONDITIONING AND AN UNHEALTHY APPRECIATION FOR TORTURE ARE WRITTEN INTO MY PROCESSORS. ::

crush all humanz: :: I ADMIT MY FAULTS. THIS WAS A MISTAKE. :: *sneers* :: IF I HAD BEEN IN MY RIGHT MIND I WOULDN'T HAVE STOPPED JUST BECAUSE YOU ASKED. ::
flyingcorvette: ::You're slagging right it was a mistake! For future reference? Mechs shouldn't have to -ask- not to be reduced to scrap metal.::

crush all humanz: *growls and paces over to the slagger, looking down at him with a really hating look on his face* :: I THOUGHT YOU KNEW, I'M A DECEPTICON! ISN'T THIS WHAT DECEPTICONS DO? ::

flyingcorvette: *smirks faintly* ::It is indeed. Congratulations for proving my point.::

crush all humanz: *glares down and is this close to raising a fist to the other's smug little expression* :: I'M GLAD I LIVED UP TO EVERYTHING YOU'VE EXPECTED A DECEPTICON TO BE, YOU DISGUSTING PIECE OF TRASH. ::

crush all humanz: *he can't really hit the other with Ratchet around but oh man would he love to*
flyingcorvette: ::No, you have yet to betray all of us for a selfish lust for power and control.:: *Dryly, not so dumb that he can't see how angry Bonecrusher is - but it's hard to muster the ability to care, either*

crush all humanz: *retracts slightly at that, still glaring but a little less murderously - at least for now* :: SO, I'M SUB-DECEPTICON BECAUSE I DON'T PLAN ON TURNING YOU ALL OVER TO WHOEVER OUR FOE HAPPENS TO BE THIS WEEK? :: *sneers* :: POWER IS USELESS TO ME, AND THE ONLY THINGS I PREFER TO CONTROL ARE THOSE THAT I CAN SINK MY CLAWS INTO. :: *and kind of half-eyes the places on the other's face where his claws did indeed sink in*
flyingcorvette: *looks away, uneasy at the feeling of his new flaws being scrutinized* ::I was being facetious - there's all kind of Decepticons as there's all kinds of Autobots.::

crush all humanz: :: APPARENTLY NOT MUCH OF A DIFFERENCE FROM ONE DECEPTICON TO ANOTHER, IF YOU THINK WE ALL DELIGHT IN TORTURE FOR TORTURE'S SAKE. :: *crosses his arms idly, secretly smug at getting the other to look away from him*
flyingcorvette: ::But none of you step up to say it's wrong. In fact, most of you seem to think there's no other option but to cause pain.:: *glances back at Crusher*

crush all humanz: :: .......THERE ISN'T ANOTHER CHOICE FOR MOST OF US. :: *locks optics with Tracks* :: MAYBE WE JUST LIKE TO HURT. ::
flyingcorvette: *looks disappointed, oddly* ::So I'd gathered.::

crush all humanz: :: .......... :: *takes a firmer, more analytical look at Tracks than he has - well, ever, but especially for now, then sighs and shifts his weight, running a hand over his face* :: IT WAS SUPPOSED T'BE THE VOK, PRIMUS-DAMN IT. THEY'RE THE ONES THREATENING US. ::
flyingcorvette: ::But you couldn't have them and you hated me enough that I'd do in a pinch?::

crush all humanz: :: ......'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I GOT MY HANDS ON SOMETHIN' THAT COULDN'T FIGHT BACK. SO MUCH SO THAT I FORGOT A LOT OF THINGS. IF IT HADN'T BEEN YOU OUTSIDE, IT WOULD'VE BEEN SOMEONE ELSE. ::
flyingcorvette: *Frowns* ::So reassuring.::

crush all humanz: *growls* :: IF I HAD A CHOICE I WOULD HAVE KEPT THE VOK. AT LEAST THAT THING DESERVED WHAT I DID TO IT. ::
flyingcorvette: *Tracks pauses, optics intent on Bonecrusher* ::You don't think I deserved it?::

crush all humanz: *shifts on his feet again, crossing his arms uneasily* :: YOU'RE AN OBNOXIOUS, VAIN, SELF-RIGHTEOUS AUTOBOT, BUT YOU NEVER THREATENED TO KILL ANYONE I CARE ABOUT. ::

flyingcorvette: *Is fascinated to see unease in Bonecrusher, but doesn't comment on it* ::Not that I know of. But it still took me begging to get you to stop::

crush all humanz: :: ......USUALLY I DON'T STOP WHEN THEY BEG. ::
flyingcorvette: *He arched an optic ridge, beyond feeling ashamed for having begged - he was still alive, and that was good enough reason to have done it* ::Was it just fear of reprisal? I know you don't like me, so that's not it.::

crush all humanz: :: ...........I DON'T KNOW. :: *actually looks uneasy now, optics shifting to look at the medbay* :: IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. ::
flyingcorvette: ::Would you have killed me if you didn't think anyone would know?::

crush all humanz: :: ...........NO. PROBABLY NOT. ::
flyingcorvette: *Tracks smiles slightly* ::Maybe this isn't as crazy as I thought.::

crush all humanz: *growls, glaring at a wall hatefully* :: EVERYTHING ON THIS PLANET IS CRAZY. I NEVER FELT SORRY FOR TEARING INTO AN AUTOBOT BEFORE HERE. ::
flyingcorvette: ::"'Til all are one.":: *His optics flicker and he shifts carefully, uncomfortable despite Ratchet's care.*

crush all humanz: *turns his optics on Tracks in annoyance* :: THE SLAG ARE YOU BABBLING ABOUT, YOU STUPID GLITCH? ::
flyingcorvette: ::Old Autobot saying. At the end of the war, when we all shed factions... or when we're all deactivated and, thus, equal.:: *Glances at 'Crusher, amused* ::It helped, then. It was nice to think about the war ending.::

crush all humanz: :: .............. :: *shakes his head and looks away again* :: YOU'RE OUT OF LUCK. THE WAR'S NEVER GONNA END. WE MIGHT NOT BE FIGHTING ALL THE TIME, BUT IT'S OBVIOUS ENOUGH THAT NEITHER FACTION IS GOING TO COMPLETELY TRUST THE OTHER EVER AGAIN. ::
flyingcorvette: *Shrugs* ::Probably not. They're very old wounds.::

crush all humanz: *eyes Tracks again* :: DOESN'T LOOK OLD TO ME. ::
flyingcorvette: *Dryly* ::They keep getting reopened.::

crush all humanz: *sighs* :: I NEED A DRINK. ::
flyingcorvette: ::I'm surprised you lasted this long.:: *lifts a hand and waves vaguely* ::Go ahead. Ratchet's got me.::

crush all humanz: :: ..............I FIGURE IF I'M DRUNK, I FORGET I WANT TO KILL MOST OF YOU. :: *looks at Ratchet vaguely, then shrugs and turns for the exit.* :: STAY AWAY FROM ME THE NEXT TIME I GET MY HANDS ON SOMETHING. I DON'T WANT TO KILL YOU. ::
flyingcorvette: *Chuckles tiredly* ::I'll remember that.::

crush all humanz: :: HOPE SO. :: *grumbles and yeah energon would be nice so he bails like a teenager who doesn't want to deal with responsibility*