Bonecrusher arrives from the IHQ Central Chamber to the west.

Bonecrusher has arrived.

Inbetween watching drunk flyers and procuring paint for drunk flyers, Bonecrusher has not yet had the chance to get himself properly fixed up after the most recent battle, but he is going to remedy that now. After all, a Decepticon needs to be in proper working condition if he wants to collapse buildings on his head - or something. Thus, he enters the Med Bay.

Scrapper is busy... doing whatever it is Scrappers do when not fixing their banged up brothers. Probably plotting cleaning up a certain area. Actually, he's sitting at a desk, but that doesn't preclude plotting cleaning. He looks up as Bonecrusher enters and says, "And what do you need?"

Bonecrusher quickly salutes in greeting. "Would you have time to repair me? I'm still banged up from my last run-in with our lovely friends, the Autobots. - Would give you an excuse to get away from that paperwork, too," he adds as an incentive. After all, he knows that no one likes boring desk work, at least not if Long Haul is any indication.

Scrapper shrugs noncommittally. He honestly doesn't mind boring work. Yes, it's boring and he'll trick Scavenger into doing it instead if he gets the chance, but it's all right. Still, the other medics are probably sick of patching up Bonecrusher, so it's got to be done. He stands, leaves his desk, and paces over to Bonecrusher, flicking out and activating a handheld medical scanner. Conversational, Scrapper inquires, "So which Autobot did this to you?"

You take several moments to run a medical scan on Bonecrusher...

Bonecrusher grumbles. "That tricursed Porsche. You know, Jazz? Then his car carrier friend ran over me for good measure." He holds still in order to allow Scrapper to do the scan.

"Long Haul brought me back Jazz's door," Scrapper notes absently, finishing up the scan. "Well. Jazz certainly did a number on you. The number 4, perhaps?" Ah, lame humour. Perhaps it's even more terrifying than when he opts to leave off the anaesthesia. He then sets into fixing Bonecrusher, shooing his brother over to a table even as he gets out his set of tools.

Scrapper begins work on Bonecrusher's injuries.

Your repair attempt is successful, and Bonecrusher's self-repair systems can handle the remaining damage.

Bonecrusher opts to not comment on Scrapper's lame humour while said Scrapper is working on him. He lies down on the table and lets his brother do his thing. Without anaesthesia. But Bonecrusher is too macho to complain about that either, so he just grits his jaw assembly and bears it.

Scrapper works briskly to patch up his brother and thankfully does not make any more attempts at humour. At last, he finishes up, gives Bonecrusher a pat on the shoulders, and says, "Your self repair systems can take it from there. Try not to end up back here too soon?"

Bonecrusher moves west to the IHQ Central Chamber.

Bonecrusher has left.