NCC Medical Ward

 

    The Crystal City repair bay is far larger than previous versions in Imperial Headquarters or Trypticon himself. Clearly it was designed by a medic, for a medic. The entire room is rectangular in nature with medical beds arranged in a neat grid pattern. The beds themselves vary, with some being precious little more than metal slabs, and others having full scanners and tools attached, as well as everything in between. In total, there are about twenty beds. There is room for more in an emergency situation. The cabinets line the walls, spaced out between medical terminals. Everything has a place, and organization is key. There are windows with thick transparent metal, allowing one to gaze out and see the wounded as they approach the hospital.

 

Contents:

Scrapper's Art <SA> - Thirteen Pieces

Gumby Medic <NCC>

Obvious exits:

South <S> leads to NCC Central Command.

Southeast <SE> leads to NCC Central Hub.

East <E> leads to Mount R'Lyeh.

 

Reflector has arrived.

 

The trio walk into the med-bay, looking around the tables and work areas for someone, obviously. Who could it be? Scrapper perhaps? Perhaps . . .

 

Scrapper is, of course, already in the medical ward, looking over a bunch of datapads in a furious manner. The Constructicon seems pretty nervous about something or other, and were one to look at the schematics, they'd see an image of Comcast's newly upgraded (but not entirely successful) weapons generator. He doesn't notice Reflector.

 

The trio do look at the schematics, curiousity being a part of who their are and their job, and note the weapons generator. However, they don't announce themselves just yet, watching over what Scrapper does for a bit. Finally, Viewfinder says, "You know, Binkerson Cuddlesworth would work even better if there was a laser beam attached to its forehead."

 

Scrapper's head snaps upwards. "What?" he snorts, startled at the interuption. He quickly pushes all the datapads out of the way into a corner so they're out of sight. "Binkerson... Oh, Cuddles. Yeah, sure, I'll keep that in mind," he mutters in a way that suggests he's likely to forget about it ten seconds from now. "Something I can do for you, Reflector?" He asks, mildly annoyed at having been interupted.

 

Spectro smiles a bit, "Yes . . ." Spyglass moves off to the side, looking at some of the things that are laying on a nearby table, and poking one or two, "Since we arranged for Airwolf to temporarily take on MSE duties . . ." Viewfinder continues, "We think that it's time you fulfilled your end of the bargain and perform the installation of secondary backups that you promised in us."

 

Scrapper grunts and folds his arms. "Oh a temp basis, yes." He thinks for a moment and finally leans forward in his chair. "Alright, alright, I'll do it, but only because this oil suck program of yours is bringing in energon." Or going to bring in energon. Or whatever the correct tense is right now. Scrapper stands up from behind his desk and waves his hand dismissively, "Fine, fine. What is it that you wanted again?"

 

The trio nod, "Indeed . . ." says Spectro, and the trio move towards some of the operating tables, "Currently, we've no redundant systems installed at all . . . or a very few. The fact that there's three of us allows us to help each other out in case of injuries, but we'd like to make each body more resiliant by having additional bypasses . . . backups, if you will, fail-safes that will start working in case primary systems get damaged." Viewfinder nods, "Can you do this?"

 

Scrapper sighs and shakes his head, "Well there's a /reason/ for that. Your systems are complicated, Reflector. It's what you get for having your three in one gimmick." Which was only cool enough to be a mail-in rebate toy, not a REAL toy. Scrapper marches over to the three medical beds that are relatively close by for such an occasion. "Something like this is not TECHNICALLY EASY, and would require advanced SURGICAL REPAIR skills." He says, stressing those words for commpletely randomized reasons.

 

Airwolf arrives from the Mount R'Lyeh to the east.

Airwolf has arrived.

 

The trio look to Scrapper as he begins pacing around, "Aha . . ." they say, and get up on the beds, "Well, that's why we come to you . . . you being the best, and having the best repair skills. . ." they hrm, "I mean, no disrespect, but we wouldn't trust Hook around us with a toothipick, let alone a metal saw."

 

Airwolf returns from another of her field trips, despite the Terrans' best efforts to foil her. Nyah. Her interest has drifted away from the day-to-day routine of repairs to something else, but Reflector is a unique case. He's pretty good at flattery, too.

 

Scrapper nods, but dismisses the compliments to himself modestly. "Well, I can understand not going to Hook." He says even though Hook is one fricking skilled technician. Scrapper isn't terribly confident with his ability to do this, just like he wasn't all that confident to install Comcast's new systems, but at least this should be somewhat easier, right? Just some back-up systems? Oh, and calibrate them so they'll all work together. Repairing Reflector is always so complicated. Upon Airwolf's entrance, Scrapper immediately snaps his fingers. "You. Here. Assistant. Learn a few things."

 

The trio lie down on their tables, "We've got trust in you, after all . . ." says Viewfinder, and Spectro grins a bit, "You wouldn't be in the position you're in if you didn't know your job." Spyglass hmms, "And yes, we suppose we are a bit unique."

 

Airwolf is... summoned. This really isn't her field, but she admits to a passing interest. A lot of the repairs done to inanimate equipment translate over to living machinery, but still... if it's something delicate, then it would be better for Scrapper to choose someone else... If the mech weren't so fragging oblivious to the obvious. Primus help poor Reflector... He might come out of this with tentacles and a beak. She shrugs and steps over to assist. At least she knows one end of a scalpel from the other.

 

Scrapper nods to Reflector. "That's an interesting theory." He replies, totally not answering the question of why he's in his position. Really, he's the top Constructicon because Hook's an asshole. And Scrapper cares not if Airwolf's field is in something else. He won't have MSEers that are useless in certain areas. "Sooo..." he says casually to Airwolf even as he begins to shut down Flec's systems (while letting Wolf see how it's done), "How are you enjoying your time in MSE?" He asks. As Scrapper begins flipping open panels and turning off systems, Flec'll notice his senses start to go dim below the neck.

 

The trio beging to enter their paralization, "oh, and we locked our weapons to safety this time . . . just in case . . ." says Spectro, "We wouldn't want a repeat of our last upgrade, would we?"

 

Airwolf 's thought process follows Scrapper's, to a degree. She recalls when Hook was head of MSE, over 15 years ago, and yes, he was difficult to work with. Performed unauthorized experiments on one of the Predacons, among other things, so it's no wonder that he was demoted and replaced by a more... stable brother. She observes the desensitizing procedure, something she's not had to deal with herself; non-sentient machines don't feel pain. Scrapper's question, though, causes something of a quandary, and she doesn't answer immediately, simply hands the appropriate piece of equipment to Scrapper as he works. "There are pros and cons," she finally says.

 

Scrapper snorts in annoyance. "No, we certainly wouldn't want a repeat of /last/ time," he mutters. Scrapper pays half-attention to Reflector and the other half to Airwolf. He wants the designer of Crystal City in HIS division, dangit! He isn't satisifed with Airwolf's complete nonanswer as he begins cutting up the first Reflector bot. We'll say Spectro, because he's the one who reminded Scrapper of last time. "So do you prefer it over DCI, then?" He asks. Her answer may impact on how well his work on Reflector goes. "Flow regulator." He suddenly says, holding his hand out for the tool.

 

Scavenger has arrived.

 

Viewfinder ahems, "I'm sure she finds it an alltogether different and unique experience, giving its own satisfaction which is distinct from that of DCI's." Spectro just stays quiet while Scrapper does his work, and Spyglass continues, "Besides, Scrapper, you should concentrate on your work, not chit-chat. Don't be like Mixmaster . . ."

 

Airwolf picks up the required flow regulator and hands it to Scrapper, also catching his inattention. Once again, poor Reflector. She murmurs agreeably, "Reflector is correct; it is certainly different, but then I was never really part of DCI. I was detached for special duties before the divisional reassignment." In an effort to spare Reflector, she changes the subject and asks, "Is there any specific sequence in the shutdown of systems to minimize discomfort?" Hopefully that will return his attention to the operation.

 

Scavenger wanders in, ogling various mineral samples he's obtained from digging in random spots during the 'expedition' to Nebulos. To everyone else, it's normal nickel, copper, and iron, but it's treasure in the optics of the Decepticons' resident scrounger. He stashes the stuff in his scoop when he finally enters, knowing the last thing he needs is lecture number six-hundred and seventy-two million, eight-hundred and forty-nine thousand, three-hundred and sixty six from Scrapper about not "wasting time on useless junk". "Reporting as ordered," he states clearly.

 

Scrapper ignores Viewfinder's DIPLOMATIC answer to the question he asked Airwolf, from who he is hoping for a REAL answer. Scrapper absentmindedly does all sorts of technical stuff which is borderline on his tech stat (hint hint for whoever I end up sending this to probably Airwolf since she's been there for several Despoiler scenes which I forgot to log since I'm an idiot but s he might remember). "Exactly, you weren't really a DCIer. I mean, you were basically an agent that fell through the cracks and then never had to answer to anyone. Now that we've, erm... remembered your existance, clearly you realize that MSE work is better than DCI work. Especially given your inability to lie." He stops right there, just to remind her that, yes, he still remembers. But finally he answers her question. "It all depends on the procedure. For a nervous system upgrade - I've done several - you can't shut /anything/ down, which means the operation is very painful." Flec got that, I think. "Others need the patient to be shut down completely. For something like this, there's a specific sequence, but you don't have to shut them down all the way. I mean, I /could/, but then we'd be missing out on Reflector's charming conversation." He snickers, pausing as his Constructicon Sense tingles. He turns away from Spectro towards Scavenger, "I ordered you here?" he asks. Maybe he did.

 

Spyglass ahems, "Scrapper? Back here?" they say, "We'd like to be able to move again, and hopefully a bit better, soon . . ." Viewfinder just rolls his optics at hearing Scavanger, "nuts . . ."

 

Airwolf escapes Scav..Spec..Scrapper's notice for a little longer, thankfully. She peers at the systems in question, noting the reduction of power to them in lieu of a complete shutdown and wonders if some would prefer a complete shutdown. A sigh escapes her as she reflects on Scrapper's words. Yes, she fell through the cracks and liked it that way! There are some benefits to being quiet and easily overlooked, and that was one of them.

 

Scavenger shrugs vaguely. "I guess," he answers his clueless leader. "All I know is that I've got orders to be here. Something needs doing. I'm here to help do." He stands quietly, expectantly, looking rather desperate for something with which to occupy his time and display his usefulness.

 

Scrapper finally takes the flow regulator from Airwolf and blinks, looking at Spectro. "Yessss?" he asks expectingly. He then notices Spectro's opened up chest cavity. "Oh, right!" he says, snapping his fingers and rushing to get back to work. "Now see this?" He holds up a newly removed damage control unit from Spectro which looks like a rectangular box. "This is fairly low end stuff. This is what a normal Decepticon might have, but since Reflector's been movin' up in the ranks, and because he's gained the authority to be upgraded like this, we're putting in..." he holds up another one. "One of these." He's about to toss the box into the spare parts bin, but then thinks better of it. Instead he tosses it at Scavenger. "Merry Constructicon Day." He says to his brother, grinning. "Now then. Your task, Airwolf, is to make sure Scavenger doesn't do anything stupid." He looks to Scavenger. "And /your/ job is to tell Airwolf how great and wonderful it is to be in MSE."

 

Spectro smiles a bit, and Viewfinder speaks up again, "Er, Scavanger . . . perhaps you can help us out with something . . . being able to detect metals and all, we were wondering if you could create a long-range sensor for us to enable us to detect autobots inside buildings or scraps of metals . . . on Cybertron, especially."

 

Airwolf would blink if she could. She's assigned to prevent Scavenger from... what? Doing something stupid? Can she stop the sun from rising? Primus, no. Stupidity is an affliction that seems to go with the wearing of lime green paint. She chides herself for being too harsh. They aren't stupid *all* the time. Maintaining her usual calm, she leaves questioning this order until after the operation, for Reflector's sake.

 

Scavenger turns the discarded piece of tech over and over in his hands, wishing every day could be Constructicon Day. Paying more attention to the new gizmo than to Airwolf, he gives a sort of absent-sounding pep-talk. "You'll love it here. Deal with a lot of the cuttingest edgingest technology available to Decepticon science. Some of the actual Mixmasters are a bit troublesome to deal with from time to time," he says, and continues beyond the freudian slip, "and some days you might have to cope with a particularly frustrating Hook, but most times, it's really not all that bad."

 

Scrapper seems to not only expect Airwolf to be on Scavenger Duty, but also to pay attention and learn a few things more. He still holds up the new rectangle. "Now this thing is /expensive/. We can buy 'em on the black market from Monacus, or Hook or Soundwave can whip 'em up, but they're complicated." He looks down at Reflector, "And you're taking up /three/ of them," he mutters, "But at least it won't short out like some of the others will under duress." Thanks to this fact, however, Scavenger'll get THREE rectangles on this Constructicon Day. Scavenger's Freudian slip goes unnoticed, but he nods in agreement, seemingly knowing exactly what Scavenger means. Scrapper closes up Spectro and begins to move to Viewfinder.

 

Spectro looks down to himself, "Er . . . can you un-comatize Spectro?" asks Spyglass, and Viewfinder gets ready for his part of the operation, "We mean, there's no need for that component to be stationary now, is there?"

 

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "REFLECTOR."

 

<Decepticon> Reflector says, "You bellowed, Motormaster?"

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Reflector is in surgery right now... this might not be the best time."

 

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "Too bad!"

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Well if he dies, we'll all than- I mean, blame you."

 

Spectro eyes Scrapper, "Back to work, you . . ." he says.

 

Airwolf sets her priorities, and they don't correspond to Scrapper's orders. The operation in question has her attention over Scavenger, since Scrapper isn't entirely paying the attention he should. Motormaster's distraction won't help any, either. So, hoping Scavenger stays out of trouble, she observes the operation and wishes certain people would drop dead.

 

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "Your latest energy stunt fails to meet the speed at which my accomplishments have set the standard for! There is nothing more than Motormaster would enjoy than to laugh at you while your failure becomes evident to everyone. HOWEVER. I like having energon. LOTS of energon. So I'm dispatching Onslaught to assist you with the necessary muscle to get the energy from point A to point B!"

 

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "Do not thank me, you f***ing plebeian. Simply continue your existence knowing I am your better! Motormaster, out!"

 

<Decepticon> Reflector says, "We've already accumulated the oil at the Poseidon Oil rig, and arranged for transport for it via tankers.  We would welcome a guard for them . . . but, this should be only the first of many such transfers."

 

Scrapper looks back at Spectro and replies, "No." Pause. "Well, maybe, but I don't know what it would and wouldn't do. Best to play on the safe side, right?" He asks. The Constructicon hunches over Viewfinder, since now it becomes a lot more complicated since he has to not only install the new one, but intergrate it in with the first one he put in. He smiles behind his faceplate at Reflector. He was just joking. Honest! Cough. The Constructicon, pausing only to reply to Motormaster, continues work on Flec, muttering something about Motormaster's assholeness. As he does so, sparks shoot from Viewfinder's newly installed system. "Whoops."

 

Viewfinder doesn't wince, "Well, lucky for us we can't feel a thing . . ." he says, staying strangely calm, "Is that curcuitry burning we smell?" asks Spyglass, and Spectro looks around, "Safe, eh? Finde, fine . . ."

 

Scavenger idly tinkers with the new toy he was given. *bzzt* *bzzt* The sparking seems to coincide rather nicely with Scrapper's little "oopsie." As he futzes with the doodad, he seems to forget a great deal about the fact that he's supposed to be giving the "Rah-Rah, Go Team Speech" to Airwolf.

 

Airwolf is perfectly happy to miss the propaganda, thankyouverymuch. Once again, she echoes some of Scrapper's thoughts, this time concerning Motormaster. In fact, it would probably be fairly accurate to state that the majority of the Decepticon Empire concur with that thought. She winces at the sparks, hoping that nothing... permanent has happened to poor Reflector.

 

Scrapper hesitates and looks around, "Uh... no." He tells Reflector about the burning circuitry. A few gumbies walk over with fire extinguishers in their hands, but Scrapper hurridly waves them off. Scrapper slowly repairs the damage he did, though it's very complicated and technobabblish. It is so utterly amazing and incredible that mere words cannot describe the sheer awesomeness of what was required, but needless to say, it was very awesome. With that crisis out of the way, Scrapper peers at Scavenger. "I don't hear any MSE selling..." he says, gesturing to Airwolf with a nod of his head. "You can play with your toys later." Scrapper doesn't seem to mind that Scavenger's toy came out of a fellow Con's gut just a few moments ago.

 

All three of the components definately agree with the Motormaster comment, and fume for a bit . . . literally too, until Scrapper fixes the damage. Spyglass ahems, "Can you at leat give Spectro the ability to lift his right arm? We might as well get some reading done on the datapad while we're waiting."

 

Scavenger sighs and thinks for a long moment. He's a slaggin' miner, not a propogandist. "Anyway," he continues after a short *ahem*, "MSE is the backbone without which the Mighty Decepticon Empire would fall into ruin. Really. Literally."

 

Scrapper looks back at Spyglass. "No. Not unless you want Spectro's brain to explode." He says, quickly returning to the repair- I mean, to the upgrade. We can only hope he was joking, but with some luck Flec'll stop bugging Scraps about it. Finally, Scrapper has the second one installed and calibrated with the first. Now for the last and final one. Scrapper closes up Viewfinder and moves to Spyglass. "C'mere, Airwolf." He says, figuring Airwolf can see how awesome MSE is by watching it bravely help a fellow Con in need /and/ hear it from Scavenger. "Also," he adds, "We MSEers stick together and stand up for one another. Truly, it is a brotherhood where we all watch out for each ot- Scavenger, you idiot!" Scrapper suddenly yells, "Stop looking at me funny!" He goes back to his propaganda, "her. As well, we believe in respecting our fellow mechs."

 

Viewfinder nods at Scrapper's words to Airwolf, "That's very true, Airwolf . . . why, you've seen for yourself that they are, indeed, like one big" Spectro whispers very quietly, "dysfunctional", while Viewfinder continues,"family! Happy as can be."

 

Airwolf contemplates the benefits of being Unaffiliated. Your own master, no taking orders from the likes of Motormaster, do work that you enjoy when you want to... That pleasant thought is interrupted by Scrapper's current attempt to sway her, and she is impressed, really... by the way he sabotages his own efforts. She steps closer to watch, close enough to catch Reflector's words. All of them. Giving the mech a quizzical look, she glances heavenward then goes back to paying attention. Mustn't look funny at Scrapper now.

 

Scavenger stops his skeptical gaping and returns to his new toy, allowing Scrapper to drone on about how wonderful and great everything in MSE is and how everyone gets along (except that they don't). He sighs quietly to himself and ponders the potential uses for his new toy.

 

Only family has to worry about looking at Scrapper funny. Fellow Constructicons. You know the way it is. The Constructicon starts digging into Spyglass, inserting the new damage regulator. Of course, now he doesn't have to calibrate it with /one/ other damage regulator, but rather /two/ damage regulators. On the other hand, he doesn't have Motormaster distracting him. He tosses the old regulator from Viewfinder at Scavenger, figuring the miner is ready to catch it.

 

Scavenger catches it. Squarely in the head. "Oww!!!" he yelps. It would figure. "Constructicon Day" wouldn't be worth the name if it didn't involve some sort of physical, mental, or emotional abuse. Rubbing his head, he picks up the discarded regulator.

 

The trio chuckle a bit at the exchange of old regulators, and hmm. Viewfinder looks to Scrapper, "Almost done there, Scrapper?" he asks, "looks like you've enough helpers . . . one for every one of us."

 

Airwolf winces again, this time on Scavenger's behalf. Yes, the joys of being a Constructicon, one of that big, slaphappy, dysfunctional (yes, Reflector) family. She hopes this is over soon, so she can retreat to a makeshift lab and do some testing. Beats listening to propaganda any time, especially *bad* propaganda. Hmmmm. Make that bad comedy, too.

 

Scrapper gets a giggle out of Scavenger's plight as well, but he stifles it since this work is EXTRA COMPLICATED. The Constructicon engineer does, however, warn Scavenger, "Might want to be ready. There's another one of these comin' your way soon enough." Scrapper would go back to showing Airwolf all the things he's doing, but he really does have to spend all of his concentration on this.

 

The trio wait patiently. Better let Scrapper finish up his work in peace rather than risk starting off their new and improved bodies with a jurry-rigged version of the lambada because of some mishap . . .

 

Airwolf can see well enough, thank you. A lot of it is in the MSE procedures datafiles she was given weeks ago, some she's picked up on her own. The unique factor here is the fact that Reflector is three, and the three units have to be calibrated to match each other. Hmmmm. Is gestalt technology similar to this? Could be. How do they merge the minds without the separate minds losing their individuality? Or something else, like their sanity...

 

Yeah... 'keep' their sanity. That... that's what we do alright. Scrapper, all hunched over like a total nerd, continues to work on Spyglass, trying to get it to calibrate with the other two properly. He mutters something to himself out of frustration, but finally seems to think that he just might have a solution to the problem. "Airwolf, Scavenger, go ahead and switch Viewfinder and Spectro back on, will ya?" he asks as he turns Spyglass back on after closing him up. Scrapper doesn't look terribly confident. In fact, he looks a tad worried.

 

Viewfinder and Spectro look to Spyglass, then to Scrapper, "What's wrong?" asks Spectro, "Spyglass is the guy with the best guns, you know . . ." adds in Viewfinder.

 

Airwolf steps over to Spectro and reverses the sequence of partial system shutdowns she saw Scrapper do earlier. Yes, she was paying attention. Alas, poor Reflector... Things aren't looking good if Scrapper looks worried. Then again, it could all be a silly joke. That's just the way the Constructicons are...

 

Scrapper shakes his head, "No no, I'm sure it all worked out properly. But, erm, if you notice a stinging sensation, let me know, right?" he asks, "And, uh, even if everything's a-ok, you stay out of the battlezone for at least one Earth week." That's three RL days.

 

Scavenger gets up from his used-regulator-noodling and walks over to Viewfinder. He performs the process similarly to the one that Airwolf performs on Spectro. He might have a short attention span, but he knows what he's doing... Generally.

 

Scrapper has Spyglass's in his hand, and he holds it up for the trio to see. "Scavenger has the others. It's Constructicon Day." He explains in case Reflector didn't already know this. Unless Reflector seems to have a need for the third one, he's prepared to toss it towards Scavenger. He takes a step back as all three are reactivated, getting a medical scanner ready just in case.

 

Spyglass phews, "For a second there, we thought you forgot it inside us . . ." he says, and the trio get off their beds, waiting for Scrapper to do his scan.

 

Airwolf shakes her head sadly. Reflector is doomed. Maybe he should have waited for Hook after all and just put up with the arrogance... Hook hasn't been too bad lately, come to think of it.

 

Scrapper runs the scanner over the closest of the trio as Reflector gets up. Happens to be Spyglass. He motions for Scavenger and Airwolf to do the same. Scrapper is more paying attention to whether Reflector's brains explodes, or if he starts experiencing a mild pain. Whichever it happens to be, right?

 

The trio seem to be doing just fine, "We don't feel much different, Scrapper." Says Spectro as he looks between the trio, "I mean, what did you expect to happen?" he asks, moving his hand a bit. Viewfinder hand twitches, in the same direction as Spectro's motion, "Uh-oh . . ." he says.

 

Scavenger runs a scanner over Viewfinder as indicated. He stops when the twitchiness sets in and looks over uncertainly at his fearless leader. "Ummm, Scrapper..."

 

Airwolf picks up one of the handy-dandy spare scanners with which the ward is well equipped and scans Spectro. Uh oh? She scans again, but since her scanner isn't linked to Scrapper's she can't detect any correlation in their responses.

 

Scrapper raises a hand, "No no, that's normal... that's just your CPU adjusting..." still, he takes a step back, just in case. Scrapper isn't really /expecting/ anything bad to happen, but since this was pretty borderline on his skill level, he isn't entirely sure if it was all done right. Scrapper, unlike asshole Hook, isn't an egotist. He looks back at Scavenger and shrugs, giving him the 'if his head starts to shake, it means he's going to explode and we had best find some cover to hide behind' look. Yes, Scrapper's good at giving looks.

 

Scavenger is equally good at reading said looks, since he's had the definition yelled at him and things thrown at him to reinforce the point on at least three seperate occasions for each of the many variations of look. He simply shrugs and watches Viewfinder's head intently.

 

The trio nod, "Yes . . ." says Viewfinder, "We're just re-learning to fine-control each of the components . . . shouldn't take too long . . ." they close their optics, seeming to be trying to concentrate, and, lo and behold, Spyglass moves his arms while the other two stay still, "good . . ." Spyglass opens his optics, and looks to Scrapper, "Another job well done, Scrapper!"

 

Airwolf can relax now. Looks like Reflector won't be exploding any time soon, or running away, or going postal on them. Primus, she misses Crystal City. Nice, quiet, peaceful, and not a speck of lime green anywhere, unless Scrapper left any in his desperate run for his life.

 

Scrapper and the other Constructs are good at looks. Lord have mercy on us all if we ever have to use the 'self-help tape' look again. Scrapper, once again, gets a few flashbacks to that terribly incident. Gee, thanks for reminding Scrapper of it, Scavenger. That's another two years of painful thoughts to go through. He nods very slowly to Reflector. "Er... good. Now remember what I said about no combat for a week." 3 RL days. And Scrapper was not running for his life! He was... done looking around and simply wished to leave.

 

Viewfinder nods, "We got it, thank you . . ." Spyglass grins, "We're better at organizing, anyway."

 

Airwolf witnessed Scrapper's exit, and there's no doubt in her mind that he was running for his life. She's never seen a Constructicon move so quickly, and he should be grateful that she didn't tell Omega just who it was that was sneaking around his city, else Scrapper would be nothing but a grease spot now. Now, how did she happen to get on this train of thought? Oh yes, Crystal City. She needs to get back there sometime to check on the Autobot response to her request for supplies.

 

The trio begin to move normally again, and grins, "See Airwolf? It's lovely here with the MSE. So nice to see you enjoying yourself . . ." they don't let her get a word in, Spyglass continuing, "We're glad you're extending your temporary trial membership of the MSE to see how you'd like it here, and commend you for your dedication to the Decepticon cause." Viewfinder nods, "Indeed, indeed . . . a true patriot of the Empire you are." they grins, one of them shaking her hand, while the other gives her a thumbs up, "keep up the good work at the MSE, Airwolf!"

 

Scrapper would be a grease spot? Really? Would Omega leave Crystal City and come hunt Scrapper down? Dunno. Well, we'll just have to be satisfied with the fact that we shall never ever know for certain. Ever. EH-VAR. Regardless, Reflector seems alive, and Scrapper seems relieved at this fact. "Good, good." he says, much more relaxed as he puts the medical scanner away. "Report in if you experience any difficulties. And let me know how it goes the first time you put this to use." He nods in agreement to Reflector's praise of MSE. "Yes." He says in a really horrid acting voice. "Truly. It is a. Good thing that. MSE. Is around to. Save. People. Yes."

 

Airwolf is amazed. Really. Scrapper managed to beat out Bill Shatner for lousy acting, and that is a real accomplishment. He should be proud. Or something. The trio get a Look, and it's not one of the Constructicon's, either, but purely her own. A level, judging, you-set-me-up-and-I-won't-forget-it type of look.

 

Spyglass pats Airwolf on the arm, smiling still, "It's good that you are on board, Airwolf . . . we are very pleased with your performance." They nod, and start heading off.

 

Scrapper is proud of his acting. In fact, if he ever gets kicked out of MSE, he expects to be welcomed into DCI with open arms for his awesome acting skills. Scrapper idly puts his tools away. Another job well done!

 

Airwolf once again ponders the benefits of being Unaffiliated, but unfortunately, Galvatron isn't likely to grant her permission to leave a second time. She siiiighs, having just the small hope that Galvatron will have her continue her original charter to repair all of Cybertron, not just Crystal City. Work she enjoys, and freedom to do it the way she wants to.