Compile has arrived.

Symphony arrives from the IHQ Central Chamber to the west.

Symphony has arrived.

Bonecrusher arrives from the IHQ Central Chamber to the west.

Bonecrusher has arrived.

Symphony slides her way into the Medbay, still trying to go largely unnoticed since her return from 4 years of Deep Cover operations. She's hoping to see that Nae is up and running again, but either way feels a need to check.

Arachnae is sleeping.. Well.. would be sleeping if her systems wern't in shutdown from taking one singularly large photic shot. Fortunatly, there hasn't been anything additional to add onto her repair bill, she's just unconcious.

Bonecrusher is watching over Arachnae, feeling somewhat obliged to do so - after all, it was partly because of him that they got into the shootout with Rodimus in which she got shot up. He wouldn't admit as much, though - ostensibly, he's merely there in case his brother Scrapper wants his assistance.

Scrapper has been out of the medical ward, watching what amount to power point shows and thinking about cleaning. These three things fit together, honestly. He checks in now, because he's scheduled to be back on rounds. Y'know, those gumbies might have got themselves stuck in the elevator doors again.

Symphony nods to Bonecrusher as she steps up beside him, but she doesn't say anything to the Construct. She too feels responsible, it's not in her nature to be so quick to attack since her 'rebirth' but she remembers that it's caused troubles before. She glances over Arachnae for a moment before sighing, "Should be me there." she grates for a moment, if only because she doesn't understand why Prime was focused on Arachnae when she never fired a shot.

It's because Nae is evil.

Symphony is evil too! But she obviously has to remind some people of this fact. >:)

Arachnae is stable, monitoring systems shining their merry lights indicating pressure rations, energy conversion levels and temperature within expected ranges for someone with a hole through her side and out her opposite shoulder. What has kept her unconcious, what sent her over that edge of shadow would have something to do with the mangled mess of some of her internal electrical dynamo's and the stress on cortical systems, plus a few severed power couplings along the shot's path. TOo much shut or severed at once.

Dreaming dreams of giant arachnids eating flaming winnabegos no doubt, though.

Bonecrusher says to Symphony in a low voice, "Next time we will rip him to flame-coloured pieces." It's his idea of words of comfort.

Symphony chuckles coldly, "Next time, he won't even see me until it's too late." she replies, before nodding at Arachnae, "I figure there's a story behind this, I'm looking forward to finding out the details. 4 years away seems to change a few things."

--      Compile is looking at the two and says nothing, as he works on his own stuff. He so wants a piece of the Bots, and well, attackign Nae is like attackign Soundwave to him. A whole lot of trouble is about to come to bear. However, he does nto bother workign on Nae, as he is more or less not allowed per Scrapper. So he just stays away. If he is needed, they will let him know. Until then, he says nothing and works ont his base design.

Scrapper glances briefly over at Bonecrusher and, by extension, Symphony and Arachnae, who is on a medical table again. Well, at least Scrapper hadn't had a vicious argument with her a day or so prior to this, but he's completely out of Jazz doors as get-well presents. Hexnuts. He paces over to the group and asks aloud, although he doesn't particularly expect an answer from the DCI agent, 'I collapse buildings on my head', or the unconscious hunter-medic, "What seems to be the problem?"

Bonecrusher replies to Symphony, "Yes, she has done a few delightful things to certain Autobot cars. But she can tell you that story herself when she wakes up."

Symphony chuckles at Bonecrusher before regarding Scrapper, "She met a photon beam in mortal combat and lost. Rodimus seemed to think that shooting HER was more important than defending himself against 3 others actively attacking him."

Bonecrusher frows with anger at the recollection. "Yes, that was what happened. He shot her first, too. She didn't even want to do anything but talk... Shows that there is only one language the Autobots understand..."

Symphony would roll her optics if she could at Bonecrusher's comment. She says nothing more though, merely watching Scrapper intently.

Scrapper narrows his optic band, radiating a scowl, and flicks his optic band disapprovingly. "Stupid Autobots, always making more work for MSE. Just the photon beam?" He glances down at her injuries and the monitoring systems. Scrapper notes, "Etiology looks consistent with system shock. Just too much damage delivered all at once."

Symphony nods, "One shot... I'm not certain but I would assume it was the best he had to offer. He clearly was trying to deliver a message to her."

--      Compile just listens as he works. Doe not concern him, unless he is ordered to work on them.

Bonecrusher looks at Scrapper. "Yes, he certainly meant it," he says glumly. "She wanted to talk, to explain something, and he shot her down like that - WHUM!"

Bonecrusher makes a gesture to illustrate Rodimus' shot coming at Arachnae.

"What message, 'Autobots hate medical researchers'?" Scrapper looks a little dismayed at that thought, fingers wiggling. At least he's an engineer. He leans in to get a better look at the wound and the monitors. Then he withdraws to get a scan on his own mediscanner. Redundant systems are a good thing, after all.

Symphony's face slackens as her optics dim, memories flooding back of that moment in the IHQ Command Center as Shockwave turned his cannon on her... she shakes it off visibly as her optics come back online, and responds to Scrapper, "No, something about experiments or torture or something. I intend on getting details out of her as soon as she's able to explain."

Arachnae coninues her little dreams of giant arachnids and flaming winnabegos.

Bonecrusher notices Symphony's change of expression, but chalks it up to her being worried about Arachnae. "Yes. Apparently, the Autobots are still sour about that thing with Jazz and the twins. No appreciation for research, those guys..."

Scrapper could probably explain a bit of it. He helped out Arachnae a little, once. Note to self: make sure Hook puts really big guns on that thing he's designing. The Autobots are *not* going to like it. Scrapper withdraws his toolkit and prepares to operate. He glances sidelong at Bonecrusher and says, laughing nervously, 'That old thing? If they get so upset over a little experiment, that must be why it's our side that invented combining, and our side that invented the space bridge and..." he lists off a few other celebrated Decepticon innovations, clearly wanting to change the topic away from Autobots shooting experimenters.

Bonecrusher nods at Scrapper with a proud grin that intended to cheer his brother up. "Must be. If the Autobots were on their own, there wouldn't be any art of worth, either."

Symphony just stands silently by watching Scrapper like a -hawk-. There's a reason she's never let him lay hands on her frame... she doesn't trust the Construct not to do something... questionable. She doesn't have anything to add to the conversation about decepticon innovations... it's not her area, she's more specialized in the other thing cons do well... you know... killing.

Scrapper shudders slightly, although it is unclear whether it is in conjunction with Bonecrusher's comment about no artists or because of his own thoughts. He knows that Arachnae experiment involved inducing amnesia via pain. He just hopes that the amnesia part actually worked. Otherwise, he'd going to be praying that he continues to completely avoid Sideswipe. He selects a few tools and sets into reactivating Arachnae.

Scrapper goes to work on Arachnae, bringing her back to consciousness.

You successfully revive Arachnae.

Bonecrusher stands at the ready next to Scrapper, just in case his brother wants any help, or for him to fetch him something. After all, Long Haul isn't here.

--      Compile stays at the terminal he is workign at, and says nothing to them as he works.

Arachnae's systems accept the delicate reworking of things which were severed, eliciting a whiff-hiss of air out of intakes and the kindling of her optics. She 'blinks' once or twice before mumbling somewhat owlishly, "What.. hit me... Where's my datapad.. why does my back hurt?"

Symphony ticks off on her fingers, "A 10 ton photon beam, I don't know, and probably because you cracked it pretty hard upon slamming into the ground from quite a height."

"Rodimus shot you, that slagwad," Bonecrusher explains. "The datapad... You must have dropped it. Forgive me for not noticing it; I was - in a bit of a hurry to get away from Rodimus Prime."

Bonecrusher says, "I know a ticked off Autobot leader when I see one - he meant business that time."

Scrapper wasn't there! He just knows what the others told him. Less than helpfully, he says, "Did you have the data backed up?" Scrapper dumps a snarl of blackened circuitry on a tray and considers his nurse options. There's Soundwave's kid, or there's his idiot brother. At a time like this, the DCI agent is starting to look like the best choice. Sob. Is there a requisition form for candy stripers? He waves Bonecrusher over, trusting nepotism as his guide.

Bonecrusher comes over, taking the tray from Scrapper. "Where do you want me to dispose of it? Anything else you need?"

Symphony frowns, "I wish you had retrieved it while I was gathering Arachnae. I'll have to return to the scene and see if I can track it down."

Bonecrusher gives Symphony a defensive look, "I would have retrieved it if I would have known it was lost! But I was slightly distracted by that big glowing gun in my face!"

Arachnae blinks a few more times, looking perplexed. "Wha-aat?" And tries the number one stupid thing injured mechs shouldn't. She tries to sit up. "Er-ow ow! Back up? Lost.. Frag my head hurts like terrorcons have been doing the can-can on my cranial sensors."

Symphony's expression sours, "The data on that padd cannot fall into their hands..." she looks to Nae, "Stay there, I'll see to retrieving your Datapad, one way or another."

Scrapper could suggest that Compile accompany Symphony, because maybe the little tape would be helpful with the search, but it doesn't occur to him. Oh well. Then, he glances back at Arachnae, who is evidently trying to sit up. Scrapper scolds, "Hey, you shouldn't know better than to try that! Stay back down until you're better."

Arachnae makes a face as thoughts begin to connect in proper sequences. "Original's still with me. That was just a copy with the drone sequentials on it." Scowl. "It's encrypted and rigged to suffer a hard drive meltdown after a point..." She holds a hand up to Scrapper, "Sorry.." sheepish expression. "Not thinking straight."

Symphony was halfway to the door when she caught Nae's comment. She scowls slightly and turns around slowly... if it were anyone other than Nae she'd probably be berating them already, but seeing as the sweepfemme is about the only person in the Empire she considers a friend, well... she's spared the wrath. She merely makes her way back over and nods, "Well, hopefully they can't crack it before it melts down."

Bonecrusher gives Arachnae the closest thing he can get to a soothing look. "If I may suggest... just rest for now," he says, trying to back Scrapper up. "It may sound strange coming from me, but now is not the time to show how tough you are. We all want you to recover so that you can rip that winnebago a new exhaust hole."

Scrapper takes stock of Arachnae's wound again and makes out a very careful list on a datapad, with quick coloured sketches of all the parts and their names and call numbers typed in very large letters. He then hands the datapad to Bonecrusher and says, "If you have any questions about any of this, just ask me." Cue inane questions?

Bonecrusher gives Scrapper a sheepish look as his brain circuits try to make sense of the list. "Well, yes...? What am I supposed to do with...? You need these parts? Where do we store these?" he asks, pointing to an entry on the data pad. "Why is Long Haul never here when you need him?" he mumbles to himself.

Symphony just facepalms, the orangish glow of her internal furnace glowing through her fingers as she mutters something unintelligible.

Arachnae tries not to fidget. Surprisingly, she doesn't feel half as bad as she thinks she should right now. And that's puzzling. A thought to puruse later. "I'm not going anywhere near that psychotic maniac!"

Symphony tilts her head slightly, "You needent worry Arachnae. I will be spending some time piecing together a method to eliminate him once and for all via assassination. It will be difficult, but merely knowing that he goes anywhere near that forsaken pit in the ground tells me there's a good chance I can catch him there again."

"He's probably hiding from Hook," Scrapper replies in a matter-of-fact voice. "Hook's got a job for Long Haul, after all. And yes, I do want to you to get these and, oh... let me write out what cabinet all these are in." He takes the datapad back and starts jotting down the locations of the cabinets, drawing out a little numbered diagram. Scrapper mumbles aloud, "Flux capacitors... those are in the second yellow cabinet on the right, right Arachnae?"

Bonecrusher nods to Scrapper and looks on as he jots out the additional diagrams, trying to make sure to understand all the instructions right. He waits for Scrapper to be done and hand him back the datapad.

Arachnae ehs, "Third shelf, second yellow cabinet on right. That's correct Scrapper." She turns her head to peer at Symphony, optics dim in thought. "Scrapper? WHy is it that every time I go out, no matter what reason, someone takes a pot shot.. or several at me? Did someone put a neon shoot me sign on my back?" Puzzled tone.

"Evidently, Autobots hate medical researchers," Scrapper reiterates and adds, in reply to her confirmations of directions, "Thanks." He finishes up his diagram of Where To Find Arachnae Parts in the Cabinets and hands it back to Bonecrusher, advising, "You see those? Don't get the shiny ones. They're a bad run."

"Yes, I think those slaggin' Autobots just hate researchers," Bonecrusher agrees. "Or they are shooting at someone they think is weak. Well, they need to learn not to go by appearances," he says, looking at the admittedly elegantly slender, but by no means wussy Lady Sweep. He takes the datapad from Scrapper, saying, "Understood," and goes off to fetch the parts for Arachnae.

Symphony settles into a seat off in the corner and simply watches, what goes on, her mind cranking on things regarding Rodimus.

Scrapper is going to double-check everything Bonecrusher brings back, just for the record. At least with Long Haul, as long as Scrapper gets the call numbers right, he knows what he's getting is what he wants. The needed parts hopefully on the way, Scrapper returns to cleaning out and removing the broken parts. He comments idly to Arachnae, "Come to think of it, it might be more the medical research than the researcher."

Meanwhile, Bonecrusher goes rummaging through the cabinets for the needed parts, unaware that Scrapper doesn't trust him to bring the right parts, and making quite a bit of noise.

Arachnae snorts air of of her intakes, "He is just slagged off because he can't understand what I'm doing, He can't see where this is going and like any idiot, he would destroy without comprehension. Pah."

Mixmaster has arrived.

Bonecrusher returns, walking at a brisk pace and carrying an assortment of parts, some of them balanced rather precariously, but dropping none of them. "Are these the right one's, Scrapper?" he asks enthusiastically, with the pride of someone who's just completed a task. Even if he needed the help of diagrams to complete said task.

Arachnae seems to have dozed off for a moment, contemplating the evil afoot int he world and her own part in it. "Hrmph."

The door to the medical ward is kicked open by an extended lime green foot, leaving a resounding clang behind him. But strange, the brutish Bonecrusher is already in the ward. So who is there who is green who has to kick the..

Oh, wait, it's Mixmaster. The reason he didn't open the door is obvious as he walks in with an energon 'hot-dog' in one hand, and a disposable liquid energon receptacle with a straw in it in his other. Mixy sucks very noisily on the straw as he blankly surveys the room.

"Well, I don't understand what you're doing, and I don't suffer from any uncontrollable urges to shoot you," Scrapper admits, as he finishes removing all the damaged components. He glances over at what Bonecrusher has brought and checks it over and his optic band goes wide, "Don't carry them like that! Quick, set them down on a table before you drop them."

"Yeah, yeah..." Bonecrusher says grumpily, but complies, putting the parts on a nearby table. "You are acting as if I had never carried anything before. Besides, I did not drop them."

Mixmaster looks up from his low-nutritional-value energon snacks. "Whaah? Getting BONECRUSHER to carry things?" He says, disbelievingly as Scrapper. "I thought we had us a Long Haul for that."

Arachnae rouses out of that thought pattern, blinks at scrapper and smiles, "Well.. You're intelligent. I wonder about the Autobots." A shrug of shoulders and a wince, "I swear, I'm going to stay in the lab. Not that I don't appreciate the attention but I have spent far too much time with your hands in my parts as of late."

"Long Haul is hiding from Hook," Bonecrusher repeats Scrapper's previous assumption. "And I am skilled enough to carry things, wouldn't you say? Don't give me that look."

Mixmaster... gives Bonecrusher that look.

Scrapper waves dismissively and explains to Mixmaster, "We think Long Haul's hiding from Hook. Hook's got a logistical job for him. Come over here and pass me stuff. And don't get Bonecrusher to make you a hole like you did Scavenger." He returns his attention to Arachnae and says, starting to slip into mad inventor mode, "Maybe we should get you a set of experimental armour. Or a forcefield!"

Arachnae's optics glimmer.. "Hmmm.. Forcefield would pull too much energy and I'm already sporting a composite alloy derived from unicronian specifications." The meeting of the mad scientist minds has begun. "Improved reaction times to stimuli and a more complex sensory system would give a better edge."

Bonecrusher glares at Mixmaster, "Hey, I was being useful here!" Then he gives Scrapper that dumb look - the one where you can almost see the wheels turning behind his optic band - "When did I make a hole for Scavenger?"

Mixmaster sighs. "SCRAP-per, obviously I'm not going to do that, when I'M the one who cares about people keeping to their assigned roles." He sips noisily on his drink. "Which is why I'm the chemist here. Remember the last time YOU tried to mix up a hardening agent, Scrapper? Remember the big explosion? And the fire? Do you remember the fire, Scrapper?"

Symphony's optics brighten at the chirruping of Mixmaster, she sits up slowly to regard the trio of Constructs and sighs, well, whether there's trust there or not, they're certainly the ones most capable of the repairs... well, Scrapper is anyway. Symphony sinks back into her own dark thoughts, dealing with internal demons of her own.

Mixmaster starts sucking noisily on his drink container again. Hm. Appears to be empty. He mutters inaudibly as he turns around and heads off to get a refill.

Mixmaster has disconnected.

Scrapper raises a hand to his chin, thinking, because Mixmaster has not yet got him the parts that he needs from the pile that Bonecrusher procured. Scrapper bahs, snaps his fingers, and snarks, "So that's why you haven't passed me those circuits, Mixmaster? Because you'd KILL YOURSELF trying?" And this obviously scares Mixmaster off because he leaves. Scrapper calms and replies to Arachnae, "Enhanced senses and reaction time, huh? Could be done, I'm sure. Get some of those high temperature superconductors..."

Bonecrusher tries to use the opportunity to distinguish himself above his brother. "I will pass you the circuits! Just tell me which ones you want!"

"Oh, nevermind, Bonecrusher. I'll get them myself." Scrapper stalks over to the pile, picks out what he needs, and starts repairs, at long last.

Scrapper begins work on Arachnae's injuries.

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

Arachnae startrs to say smoething brilliant when her systems decide that she needs a rest. There is a moment of blinked confusion, her optics dim and she smiles goofily before dropping into a plain ol' rest cycle.

Arachnae has disconnected.

Scrapper finishes patching up Arachnae while she drifts off into sleep. Aww. He'll have to dither on about superconductors to her some other day. The pile that Bonecrusher gathered steadily becomes less of a pile until he has used up all the parts. "There we go. All done."

Bonecrusher gives Scrapper a satisfied grin. "Was I a good assistant or what?" Then he looks at Arachnae. She looks so peaceful when she's sleeping. Of course, Bonecrusher doesn't say /that/ out loud - it would probably earn him a stern censure, or at least a frown, from Arachnae if she found out about it. Decepticons, as a rule, don't appreciate being called "peaceful" or "innocent", even though they can look the part while in rest mode.

Symphony, in sharp contrast, looks downright disturbing as she sits in a corner twitching as if she were dreaming. Her optics give of a faint amount of red light however, indicating she's merely withdrawn, not in rest cycle. But the twitching continues, almost as if she were reliving a bad memory.