Iacon - Repair Bay

     This brightly-lit chamber serves as Iacon's primary medical facility. Long workbenches and deep storage cabinets provide the medics with all the space and equipment they require. There are at least a dozen repair tables here, each with its own scanning devices and tool racks. A few patients can usually be found in the room, casualties of the constant warfare. Off to one side lie several recharging chambers, those of the medics who prefer being closeby if they are ever needed. The Transformer equivalent of the Hippocratic Oath is engraved into the north wall. The entire room is rather well-kept, a testimony to efficient work and orderliness.

Swivel mutters to Thunderstrike: ""I ... we tired ... ... ... be being us. Wait until he ... ... ... us.. special training! You've ... ... bad ... on me you  I think I've ... more of ... brat since I met you."

Thunderstrike gronks Swivel on the melon. "Your a bad influence on me. Your all nice. I should be mean and...war like...or something."

Swivel frowns and tilts her head. "Oh Come on... I'm not THAT nice!" she says, then loks at Nosecone. "Hey Nosecone! Got any beer left!?"

Nosecone uhhhs. "Actually, I think we may be out."

Swivel shrugs. "I figured it'd be pointless asking you, Cone!" she seems full of energy tonight.

Thunderstrike lets the Energizer Bunny Femme go. "weirdo." Cue mocking juvenile face. "What's up Nosecone?" he gives a haphazard salute, knowing Cone aint a fan of formality.

Swivel chirps. "I won, I didn't even have to struggle!" she looks around, then looks at Nosecone. "Nope, I'm a natural!" she chirps again.

"Won?" Nosecone asks, sitting down. "Won what?"

Thunderstrike mutters to Nosecone: " ... naturally goofier then ... ... ... ..."

Thunderstrike mutters to you: " Negative, shes naturally goofier then a turborat on enernachos."

Thunderstrike chuckles, and looks at the femme mockingly.

Swivel nods her head. "Of course I'm that goofy! I just don't like to be serious for too long so I errupt in seriousness when the situation allows!"

Nosecone chuckles. "Am I gonna hafta seperate you two?" he jokes.

Thunderstrike sighs. "So now..is this a army, or a bad sketch comedy?"

Swivel shrugs. "Well... if the bad sketch comedies are bad enough thye could very well serve as a mighty army!"

Nosecone shrugs, looking a bit oddly at Swivel and her comment, but still smiling. "More like a black comedy, Strikes. Ya gotta laugh, or ya just end up cryin."

Thunderstrike looks to Nosecone. "What the frag did she just try to say? That hurt my core!"

Nosecone makes a "Idunno" motion.

Swivel nods. "Just like that! See, I've drawn you to a state of confusion and pain without lifting a finger. THis is where we send int eh heavy hitters and knock you all down in your state of confusion and low defenses!"

Thunderstrike scratches his head. "Primus..she has a philosophy behind it. My head hurts. I give up Swiv..you win."

Nosecone laughs. "Yeah.. that works. But if you were a Decepticon, I think I'd just end up punchin you in the faceplate."

Swivel shakesher head. "You'd have to reach me first! I'd stand at a reasonable distance... or at least ouf of arm's reach. Then you'd go for s gun instead, but my sheer terrible comedy and stupidity and just plain making no sense would numb your reflexes and thought processing patterns!"

Thunderstrike looks to Nosecone. "Scuse me." He limps over and tackles her! "Aha! I'm too stupid to be..Stupified by your innane logic!"

Nosecone blinks. "That's it Strikes! Fight her evil mind weapon!"

Swivel makes a quick side step, watching Thunderstrike go passed her. "Inane logic over violence any day." She just grins.

Thunderstrike slams into atable, using his noggin, and slumps over.

Swivel shrugs. "Wow, who needs bad logic when I can get my opponents to hurt themselves?"

Nosecone's optics flicker from side to side, looking for somthing to FIGHT the insanity!

Thunderstrike stands groggily, and falls back onto his aft, clutching his head. "ow."

Swivel shakes her head> "Nuh-uh-uh Thunderstrike! Medics said take it easy!"

Thunderstrike moans, "Since when do I listen to some quack doc?" (SEDATED!) "uhhhh...zzzzzzzzzzz." Right in the middle of the floor.

Nosecone's hand creeps over to a small air-gun used to clean grit from wounds, and grabs it, bringing the med tool up to shoot Swivel in the face with the DEADLY force of slightly warm air!

Swivel blinks as there is a lot of hot air in her face.

Nosecone hahs!

Medic doesn't notice the misuse of equipment and doens't sedate Nosecone.

Nosecone lowers the airgun, having successfully broken free of Swivel's insidious mind warping powers. "Uh.. ya think we should help him?" he asks, pointing at the sedated Thunderstrike lying on the floor

Swivel blainks again. "YOU SHOT ME IN THE FACE WITH HOT AIR! That felt kinda neat!" she loks at THunderstrike. "No, if we try, THEY will get us and we will share his fate!"

Thunderstrike lays there dreaming hs normal delusions of granduer.

Nosecone shoots Swivel in the face again for good measure, then ables over and picks up the little 'Bot, putting him down on a med-table.

Swivel ducks this time. "It felt nice, but don't do it again!"

Nosecone hehs. "Well, at least now I know the defense against your evil mind tricks."

Thunderstrike cooperates fully, still snooring.

Swivel shrugs. "No... maybe I'm pretending that is my defense so when it matters you'll use it on me and I'll be unnafected, using your confusion of why it didn't work again against you because confusion is the key. Then i'll run circles around you so fast you'll think you see two of me then flick you on the nose!"

Nosecone shakes his head. "Or I could just kick your aft" he replies, grinning.

Swivel shrugs. "No... my aft is kick proof. It's got too much bounce!"

Nosecone looks at Swivel for a moment, then disolves into helpless laughter

Swivel frowns and tilts her head. "Not my fault whoever made me put HUGE tired on my aft!:

Nosecone controls himself. "Sorry.. sorry. Yeah, I know. Tires. Sorry." he coughs. "Just the way ya said it."

Swivel nods her head and smiles. "I guess that wasn't the best way to say it! Oh well, if it isn't my rubber aft it's my headlights. Boy... whoever made me sure had their core in the gutter!"

Nosecone grins. "Naaah, it's just the mechs ya hang out with."

Swivel nods her head. "Or everyone is a sicko. Let's leave it at that." she grins.

Nosecone laughs again. "Sounds like ya had fun at the Iron Glacier the other cycle" he remarks, changing the subject

Swivel nods her head. "Yeah! THough we weren't there to have fun, NO!"

Nosecone nods. "That's another successful mission on ya record, Swivel" he chuckles. "Lookin good for that promotion."

Swivel shakes her head. "No, it wasn't successful...." she frowns.

"Well.. alright. Partially successful. Sounds like the main problem was this little slagger bein his usual charmin self." Nosecone looks down at the sedated Thunderstrike.

Swivel shrugs. "Well, yeah, but I shouldn't put the whole blame on him. I wouldn't have needed a distraction if I wasn't too eager to be so close and almost get spotted!"

Nosecone coughs. "Uh, yeah, well... I was doin some recon down in the tunnels the other cycles an got spotted by Moonlight. So don't worry about it."

Swivel shrugs. "Riiiiight... spotted... you sound as if that were unintentional."

Nosecone huhs? "Whadda ya mean?"

Swivel shrugs. "Oooooooh nothing..." she makes little circles with her foot on the ground.

Nosecone frowns. "What.. you think.. me an Moonlight..."

Swivel shakes her head. "No of course not, I just think despite her being a 'con you like her is all, not that you'd be an idiot like me and pay any attention to that!"

Nosecone frowns at Swivel for a while, then slumps his shoulders. "Slaggit.." he mutters.

Swivel shrugs her shoulders. "I may seem far gone sometimes... but I make observations. However, I'm not going to sit there and make accusations, just assumptions."

Nosecone just sits back down, saying nothing. The driller looks.. tired.

Swivel shrugs. "If you want me to leave you alone, I will. I of all people shouldn't be messin' with ya about that sort of stuff."

Nosecone shakes his head. " 'Salright" he sighs. "It's just.. the whole thing sucks, know what I mean?"

Swivel nods her head. "You wouldn't beleive how well I know what you mean."

"Didn't want ta admit it to myself" Nosecone remarks. "An here's you hittin me over the head with it. Suppose it can't be any worse than tryin ta drink the whole thing away."

Swivel shakes her head. "Look, Nosecone, you can talk to me about it. I've had two situations like that... well one and a half... or just one. Don't know what to call letting myself be foolishly manipulated by a psychotic decepticon. Anyway, you can't keep it in..."

Nosecone shrugs. "I'm not bein manipulated, Swivel. I ain't about ta do somthin stupid. Slag, I almost killed her in the Cerrius battle. Felt like it was breakin my fuel pump doin it, but so long as she's wearing the purple an I've got the red, it has ta be that way."

Swivel nods her head. "Yeah... it's a pain in teh aft. Yer a lot more dedicated and stronger than me, Nosecone. Stay gold, cone, stay gold. Anyway... I know you arne't being manipulated, but I was, and Moonlight thought I was the one manipulating HIM and she started a few cat fights with me about .... he who shall remain nameless becuase he's dead and it doesn't amtter anymore." She frowns and looks away. "Though I've probably told you bout him before, even his name... but I can't remember. I say a lot of things..."

Nosecone nods. "Ya told me, Swiv. Otherwise we wouldn't be havin this chat." He shakes his head. "Scrap it all, I'm a dumb crank turnin turbo-revin slag pile" he suddenly emits with a flash of anger directed solely at himself.

Swivel shakes her head. "No, it's not your fault. Some people are just charming, like little miss hat trick. Heck, I was fond of her for a while... but not in that way since I am a femme... but I thought she was a pretty neat person when I was younger. Okay... only a year younger but still! Anyway, don't think it is anything wrong with you, it's just what is wrong with the factions and the war all together! Under any other circumstances you wouldn't feel so guilty."

Nosecone cracks his knuckles uneasily. "Yeah, but that's the problem, ain't it? The circumstances ain't what you might call ideal. I mean, I got this voice in the back of my head tellin me that the only reason she's friendly is because she's tryin ta get information outta me, an that I should just be a good Autobot an just shoot her. But I just can't, Swiv. Not unless it's a battle situation, or she was caught spyin or somthin." Nosecone looks utterly dejected.

Swivel shakes her head, putting her hands reassuringly on Nosecone's shoulders. "Finally someone who knows how I felt... and I've let it happen twice, though one wasn't as subtle. Let me tell you this, continue the fight. Shoot her when instructed, shoot her when shot, but just don't make it fatal. Always allow retreat, and hope that the war ends. She'll most likely flee the losing side, knowing her, for losing is bad for business, and you can then confront her and see if there is any interest on her part or if she was just trying to get info out of you. Sure, it's a far stretch, but there's no harm in hoping or dreaming is there? No matter how unrealistic?"

Nosecone hehs, though with little humor. "Guess not" he replies. "Primus.. I hope she doesn't find out about this.."

Swivel shakes her head. "Your secret is safe with me, Nosecone. Otherwise it may cause all sorts of factional trouble, and I don't want you to get hurt or in trouble." she smiles. "Anyway, you should get some rest, and don't let it eat at you. Wars don't last for eternity, and through all the terrible, things can only end up resolved or the unniverse would be long destroyed. Good night Nosecone!" she gives him a squeeze to the shoulders, and begins to walk off.

"Night Swivel" Nosecone replies. "Thanks for listenin to my stupid aft."

Swivel chuckles. "If anything, Nosecone, I'm the stupid aft for letting it happen twice. Rest assured, you aren't me!" she winks and dissapears through the door.

Nosecone sits in his chair for a while, lost in thought. Then with a shrug, he gets to his feet, idly looking down at the dozing Thunderstrike. "Ya think /you/ got problems" he remarks, before turning to walk out the door, off-handedly throwing his empty can over one shoulder and into a recycling unit. Finally, the medbay is empty.