Tonight, on General Medbay

[eerian_sadow]

After his accidental nap, Swoop is feeling much better. He's been in to check on his patient and on Ratchet. Both are doing better now and he's very optimistic about how soon Slipstream will be able to leave the medbay. He's less sure about Ratchet, but the older mech is doing well enough that Swoop is willing to leave the door to his recovery

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[wicked3659]

*limps through Nexus, heading for the medbay, very relieved when it looms in the distance. His leg is only leaking a little as he's stifled the flow to his leg temporarily, it's beginning to feel sort of numb and threatens to give every so often but he focuses on the goal and on his charge currently sat on his shoulder, leaning against him quietly. Wouldn't do either of them any good if he stumbled and fell now. He casts a quick look at Sari, his voice soft*

You alright?

[eerian_sadow]

Sari is leaning a bit against Prowl's neck, too tired from the fight and the stress of Bumblebee's injury to hold herself up under her own power. She gives him a reassuring pat.

Yeah, I'm okay. Just tired. How's your leg?

[wicked3659]

mm, It's a little numb...we'll get to the medbay though, nearly there now

*continues limping forward*

Bee will be alright, Sari... try not to worry...

[eerian_sadow]

Okay.

She snuggles against his neck a bit more.

I know he will. Ratchet and Swoop will take good care of him.

...Hey, about Jazz. Our Jazz, I mean. You saw his alt mode, right?

[purajo]

*Pulls up outside of the medbay with Prowl and transforms, wincing and stumbling a little as he straightens. The drive had been rather painful, particularly on his shoulder which was still missing plating and sparking behind his tyre.

The furrows down his leg are still leaking energon and the rest of the scratches and dents are starting to make themselves known, and he leans wearily on Prowl*

long day, huh?

[vejiraziel]

[G1 Prowl]

That's one way to put it. At least you can't say anything about boredom right now.

*smiles gently and wraps his arm around Jazz to help him steady himself.*

Let's get you inside and have those injuries checked out.

*He's running a diagnostic over himself to make sure he's got no major injuries himself. Thankfully other than a few scratches and a coupple of dents he's just fine.*

[purajo]

*He leans against Prowl a little and limps inside*

Yeah, had enough action for the next couple of days. Though I still wonder what those things were and where they came from

*looks Prowl over himself* you're okay? {I'm sorry if I scared ya}

[vejiraziel]

[G1 Prowl]

From the looks of it, they seemed to be some kind of residual mutation. They resembled the Insecticons quite heavily so my guess is they are related to the Insecticon of some universe in some fashion. Whatever it is I'm not certain if it'll be the last time we see them. *helps Jazz to one of the nearest seats while the medbay's staff tends to more severely damaged mechs*

Mm? Oh, yes I'm alright. Nothing my self repair cannot handle. *keeps hold of Jazz's hand* {You did, but you're safe here and that's what matters. Just try to space out the adventure a little for my spark's sake, mm?}

*teasing Jazz is all he can do at this point now that the events are finally catching up to him and the realization of how dire the situation could have turned out to be if others hadn't answered to Jazz's call for help, too*

[ante_luce]

*The medbay was a welcome sight (Jazz wasn't sure how he knew it was a medbay at first glance, but he supposed it was a side effect of having been in far too many of them), and he watches as their weary little group enter the building. A glance inside revealed the presence of Ratchet. The Ratchet. And for some reason, the red and white mech is the only medic around. Blinking, the white mech considered the size of their group and the state of their collective well being, then sighed and made a comm. call.*

//Red?//

*He'd really hoped his first comm. to the femme in Nexusville wouldn't be about an injury. With that avenue blown to pieces, Jazz just hoped that the lecture wouldn't take too long.*

[onyx17]

TFA Red Alert

*Red Alert's helm perks up slightly at the comm. While she's glad to hear from Jazz... she knows that particular "Red". It rarely precedes any good news on the ninja's part. She huffs a sigh and replies.*

//What's wrong?//

[ante_luce]

//Mm, got a bunch of hurt bots and just one medic. Medic is Ratchet, but while the mech's good, he's still got only one pair of hands. Think you can drop by and help out?//

*Deliberately, he leaves out details, specifically the one that says he got hurt too. He'd been patched up, so why worry the femme?*

[onyx17]

*She doesn't hesitate in transforming and making a straight beeline to the med-bay. Luckily, she's just a little further off one of the adjacent streets that lead up to it.*

//I'll be there in a klik.//

[flyin_brick]

Topspin followed the others carefully to the medbay in his altmode, Bumblebee draped carefully over his roof. The ride was smooth and uneventful, which meant that the yellow bot wasn't jostled around during transit.

He opened up a general short wave comm. //Anyone in there mind lending a hand?//

He waited outside for a medic to come collect the injured mech. He probably looked a sight himself, covered in not only the energon from the bugs, but from Bumblebee as well. He kinda hoped it didn't freak out the medics...he HATED to be poked and prodded.

[ante_luce]

*The comm. draws his attention, though he still can't understand it, much to his resigned frustration. While waiting for the femme to reply to his comm, Jazz moved over to the other pair, resting a hand on the mech in alt mode and asking.*

Want me to carry him in?

[flyin_brick]

"That would be a big help," he replied to the white mech in Cybertronian. "Thanks, Jazz."

The yellow mech wasn't in any immediate danger. His levels weren't going down anymore, and they could hook him up to another energon feed once they got him inside.

Topspin just needed to be able to fit through the door, which he couldn't do in his alt mode.

"I'm glad to see that you're alright after that mess at the caves. We tried to dig you out of the rocks."

[ante_luce]

*Nodding, he gently lifted the smaller frame off the mech, wearily noting how just a day ago he'd been doing the same in Praxus, sensor node manipulation and all, only for the dying instead of the wounded. Then he'd suddenly woken up here to have the hope that he'd get a break take root in his spark, which had abruptly chosen to die again. Stepping back to give the mech room to shift to root mode. Tilting his helm at Topspin, Jazz queried, a little confused.*

What mess at the caves? I just got here, and this bug mess is the only one I've gotten into so far.

*Though... he had woken under those rocks... ANd this mech knew his designation.*

... And you know my name. Did you find me first? 'Cos there was no one when I got out.

[flyin_brick]

(ooc: Continues from here!)

The Wrecker grew serious for a moment.

"I guess this is where our universes differ. That was an Insecticon swarm. They'll eat pretty much anything, and they frenzied once someone started leaking. I'm honestly surprised we got off as easy as we did."

He motioned solemnly around them, at the others in the hall.

"Those things are the only thing inhabiting Cybertron now."

[onyx17]

*Picking up on the mech's sombre tone, Red Alert's optic ridges crease into a frown as she listens to his explanation. Many questions come to the forefront of her processor regarding The Swarm creatures he describes, but they can be addressed another day. She'd do better to focus on the present situation for now. Not think about how Jazz had almost got offlined yet again.*

You're all alive. Right now, that's all that matters.

*With that curt statement, she turns back to the yellow bot and sets her full attention to the task of patching up his torn armour plating. If she's sending off a "Yes, I'm still fragged off with you" vibe, it's perfectly intentional.*

[ante_luce]

Love you too, Red Alert.

*Jazz directed a fond smile at the femme's back, his tone quiet and completely devoid of teasing, long association with her allowing him to guess where the medic's thought processes had just gone.*

M'glad you put up with me.

*Turning his attention back on Topspin, the cyberninja frowned at the mech's description of the bug-things, as well as of an empty Cybertron.*

There's nothing else back home? Only the bugs?

[onyx17]

*Red Alert vents a huff, ignoring the small twinge of amusement that stirs and smile that threatens to blossom.*

Hmm, I'm more confused why I do. *She dryly quips, fighting to keep a deadpan tone.* I suppose my life would be far too quiet and serene otherwise. And we couldn't have that, could we.