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[vectorianpolarity]

WHO: Vector Prime and YOU!
WHERE: Solus Prime's medbay!
WHEN During the week; timing can be flexed.
WHAT: COME VISIT VECTOR IN THE MEDBAY. He is an unhappy (not-so-)little spacejet recovering from his fight against Ramjet!

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Somewhere between indignant and chagrined regarding his loss against Ramjet, Vector Prime had not taken the enforced rest lightly. True, he had been in no condition to move until lately, but ever since the initial pull out of consciousness to ensure that his processor was, in fact, fully functional...

Perhaps if it wasn't, he wouldn't have to bear the disapproval of his kin so harshly. It had been made clear to him - rightly so - that by going against Prima's decree to wait, he had made a grave error. Made clear in more ways than one, but...!

But nothing.

He took to Solus' continued ministrations under mute protest, impatient to return to his duty and to at least try to regain some standing among his peers. As well as among the other residents of the Haven. But until now, he was all but confined to this medbay, and he itched for some room to spread his wings. Metaphorically or not.

Perhaps this, too, was a form of penance for his error, but it was hardly a useful one.

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[megatronicpolarity]

Megatronus, at least, had always thought of Vector as the youngest of them, so there was really nothing to regain in his sights. He was rather disappointed with his brother's impulsiveness and complete lack of foresight all the same, but they seemed to be common enough traits among anything capable of flight.

Typical jet. He sighed internally.

Whatever the source of that foolish programming, they were habits that Vector would have to break – by force, if necessary. That part was something he would be able to help him with later even if he could do little to speed his recovery now.

"Solus tells me you've all but recovered," Megatronus said as he entered the medbay. His tone was neutral, casual, and gave absolutely nothing away.

[vectorianpolarity]

When Megatronus came in, Vector was all but pacing, taking advantage of Solus' absence to stretch his legs. The quicker he could walk without pain, the quicker he could be out of here, the quicker he could...

...ah. Yes.

"Megatronus," Vector murmured, wings lowering a bit. His brother had come to visit, before, saying only that they would speak 'later'.

An ominous statement, to say the least.

"I am...well enough, I think, by now." Apparently not quite enough to leave, but...

[megatronicpolarity]

If Vector was feeling up to troubling their sister and moving about the room, he was in sufficient condition to tolerate that talk Megatronus had been holding on to for the last week or two.

Megatronus stopped in front of him, close enough to be ever so slightly encroaching on his personal space.

"And yet not quite well enough to leave, I think."

He snaked out a hand and rapped his knuckles against Vector's left wing - gently. He knew well how sensitive their sensor arrays could be.

itt: megatronus literally hits on vector

[vectorianpolarity]

How was it, despite being shorter than Vector, that Megatronus could still look down at him?

Vector managed to stifle a grimace, though not the flinch of his wing, at the strike. He tried to cover it by stepping back, shifting his wing as if he'd merely been stretching it. "I will be able to return to my duties soon enough," he insisted. "As well as the other matters."

As with most things, this is probably a bad idea

[songofmypeople]

It wasn't everyday you got the opportunity to meet a veritable deity; or at the very least, a member of what someone could almost believe was the supernatural. Sure, there was Kaon's sparkeater, but that was a commonplace occurrence at this point, and more a case of misunderstood science than anything else. The Pet was no more unearthly than the DJD and all its carefully constructed mystic.

Still, who would Tarn be to turn down the opportunity to see a 'First Forged' brought low? Especially one that had been badly damaged, and was now all but confined indoors?

Patting the head of the drone who'd led him here in an idle dismissal, Tarn let himself into the room.

"Vector Prime," he greeted with a polite nod. "I've brought you a gift."

B)

[vectorianpolarity]

Vector had known he'd be getting visitors - though he'd been perhaps a little surprised to learn as much - but he'd expected them to be ones he was familiar with. This violet mech that stepped in earned a moment of confusion, but he managed to veil it quickly enough.

Appearances.

"...a gift?" he questioned, tilting his head and blinking once. Despite veils, it was clear that this was somewhat...unexpected.

Everyone is here to support him getting well while Tarn... just wants to bask in Vector's ineptitude

[songofmypeople]

"The first of many, I'm sure," Tarn said mildly (modestly?). He was positive more than a few enterprising Cybertronians -- possibly even a handful of the lesser species too -- would take this opportunity to endear themselves to the 'Prime,' with the hopes of currying later favours.

Tarn's reasons for offering a gift, of course, weren't nearly so crude. That, and he wanted to soak in all of Vector's failure while getting a good look at the medical amenities the First Forged afforded their own. It would be a lie too, to say he wasn't interested in checking on the physical status of the patient. Tarn would have loved to see some damage.

Drawing closer, he didn't add anything as he took a good long look around. Eventually, after a moment where Vector might've gotten the distinct impression he was being scrutinized, Tarn said, voice nothing but friendly, "Here," as he handed over a datapad.

"A small selection of works from a favourite writer of mine." The selection in question had been carefully pruned of anything too... alarmingly avant-guard. All that was left were some small, feelgood excerpts on the merits of ... 'self-actualisation' and peace (among other things).

"It can't be easy being confined, (you incompetent loser) and I thought you might appreciate some literature (so you could educate yourself). I find them inspirational."

There were other motives at work here, obviously, but reading material was always such a good gift for those at a low, vulnerable point in their lives; especially when boredom was lurking over their right shoulders.

((sob, sorry that's so long... and sorry for Tarn.))

[raceme]

[Blurr was on the medbay already, but far away from the other bot. When he woke up and figured out that Vector was there as well he decided to pay him a visit.

He wasn't moving at his usual speed when he moved closer to the FirstForged, far from that in fact. Everything still hurt and he had to lean against the wall by the time he reached the other bot's berth.]

H-hi sir.

[vectorianpolarity]

[Blurr, at leasts, he recognizes. and is somewhat used to coming and going in a - well, a blur - but he is /not/ used to seeing him in what appears to be...pain?]

Blurr. You are injured?

[he shifts in to a kneel, wincing only slightly at his own injuries. but- they'll heal, at this point. there's only so much more a medic can do.]

[raceme]

Oh no no..just tired sir that's all. Do not worry about me. [He's more concerned about the other mech's health. He was so close to offline when they found him.]

You shouldn't move, do you require anything?

earlier in the week! and oh boy! saber gets to meet her firstforged.

[pendragon]

One good medbay visit deserved another. Saber had been on her way to visit Vandal when she heard the announcement that Vector Prime was now able to take visitors. She had thought little of it at the time, but now that she was leaving after having spoke to Vandal, it came back to mind.

Receiving directions from one of the drones who assisted in the medbay, Saber came to the door that supposedly held her FirstForged within. Standing there, she collected her thoughts before she'd go in.

Although hearing from and about these FirstForged regularly, Saber admitted to herself that she had been treating the FirstForged, at least in her mind, as something like gods. Ones you could hear, but ones that likely shouldn't be bothered. There was no real reason for that, as they seemed to have little problem in speaking with those who were brought to the planet.. even if the FirstForged were busy. After all, she had received a response from Megatronus Prime with her concerns about their stance on murdering one another.

And this was her FirstForged. His glyph was on her upper left thigh. There was no reason for her not to pay her respects and at least give him her best wishes. Unfortunately, after giving Vandal the glowing metal bug, she had no other gifts. Her words would have to do.

Pushing open the door, Saber took a few steps into the room as the door was left to shut behind herself.

"Excuse me?" she asked, "I am Saber. I came to voice my wishes that you heal quickly."

She spoke softly so that she wouldn't awake him if he was asleep, but it was still considerably loud within the quiet room.

EEEEEY SEXY LAD-oh god i'm sorry

[vectorianpolarity]

Vector Prime was not asleep - far from it. It seemed that with how much rest he had been getting, any attempts to get more just resulted in impatience and restlessness. Which was odd, considering exertion still tired him quickly...

He was sitting on the berth when Saber entered, and looked up, golden optics blinking once at the voice. He wasn't- quite familiar with this one, but rose to his feet.

"Ah- my thanks for such, Saber."

oh my .///.

[pendragon]

"Oh, don't rise for me."

Saber walked into the room further, a hand lifted outwards slightly in concern for the Prime. Upon coming a few feet away from the berth, she added on a "please" as she realized she may have sounded somewhat commanding. Someone who was a king for ten years sometimes did that without meaning to.

The knight had not been around for the reason as to why her FirstForged was in such condition, but it didn't matter. She didn't doubt in the least that he needed to rest.

[winged_knight]

Witnessing the battle between Vector Prime and Ramjet had been...he can't even describe it. Horrifying and awe-inspiring at the same time. It hadn't even occurred to him at the start of it that Vector might lose. The near gleeful way he had spectated in the beginning mildly dismays him now.

In hindsight, he wished he'd joined the fight. No, he wished he'd been capable. But how does one such as he make a difference against a...creature like Ramjet? So he tried to do it the only way he thought he could, seeing to the Firstforged's injuries after the battle.

The small jet reaches the threshold of Solus's medbay, nodding once to the acolyte who guided him here. He takes a few steps in, looking about as his wings ruffle behind him.

[vectorianpolarity]

The steps caught his attention, and he looked up, and-

"Wing?"

His own wings flexed back just a bit - not so much sheepishness as the chagrin coming to the forefront. He remembered, vaguely, Wing being there when he fell...and would not have had himself seen in such a state by anyone, Refugee or not.

[winged_knight]

These surroundings are curious and new--he's never been in Solus's own medbay before--but in truth Vector is the most interesting part of the room.

"Yes sir." Wing smiles, striding forward a bit with an easy, measured gait; pinions held slightly aloft in pleased greeting. "I'm happy to see you hale of body...if, perhaps not in spirit."

Yes Vector, he can read that body language better than most.

[thehardway]

Perhaps this could be simpler done over the network, but it seems more respectful to do this, face to face. When they spoke last, Ultra Magnus had made a stern decision, to not turn his back on the glyphless despite Vector Prime's suggestion.

He isn't so sure he was wrong in his decision, but in the end, Magnus should have better observed Vector's words. He didn't ignore them, but he clearly had not been careful enough. People paid for the mistakes made by many -- Ultra Magnus being one of those many.

So the enforcer arrives.

"Vector Prime. Your recovery is a relief to many."

[vectorianpolarity]

It was not a suggestion that Vector had enjoyed giving, for what it was worth. Nor was the entire situation one he could simply accept.

Which could very well explain why he is where he is now.

"Ultra Magnus." There is the ghost of a smile from the larger mech, something rueful. "So I have gathered. It is flattering."

He was under the impression most didn't like him - them.

[thehardway]

It's a rare moment in which Ultra Magnus feels he ought to salute someone. Now really does feel like the time, but he refrains, for now. Hopefully, the sense of respect he has for Vector Prime is emulated well from his words and tone.

"I feel that I owe you more than a mere apology," Magnus admits, his voice a fraction quieter. "You warned me. Though I don't think still I could have killed any of them before they went insane, I should have been more proactive. You fought hard, and paid for it."

The look on his face is grim, far more than typical for someone so serious like Ultra Magnus. He knows what everyone's informed him already: he'd done what he could, he needs to stop blaming himself, stop the guilt.

He can't. He doesn't know when he can stop. Not today. Not tomorrow.

"Is there anything I can do?" Ultra Magnus has never been one to rely on words alone. A mere apology seems like nothing in comparison if he could physically perform an action for someone he felt owed to.

Later in the week. She had to make his gift first B(

[littlecrowgirl]

A FirstForged injured was something that Kay had never expected. To her, they seemed to be like deities, and were almost invincible. And to find out that Vector, one of the more friendly ones she'd talked to, had gotten himself into that situation...well, she couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

So what did she do? Make him a gift.

It wasn't anything substantial. She'd basically spent the past few days off-and-on taping approximately twenty sheets of paper together, folding it up, and using her axe to chisel out what appeared to be....a giant paper snowflake? The thing was about seven feet tall, and rather wide to boot. It's pattern was rather delicate, but not enough to tear. Really, she just worked on it at random.

So when she enters the bay, she looks in aw at seeing Vector there. Even if she spoke over the network with him, seeing one in person was still astonishing. She's dragging the giant snowflake behind her, hands behind her back.

"Mr. Vector...?"

b'aaaw

[vectorianpolarity]

You just caught him getting up from a recharge cycle, Kay. Vector's stirring and awake, yes, but a bit groggy, so when he makes an 'mm?' of acknowledgement and turns towards the sound, he blinks when he sees nothing there.

Until he looks down, at least.

He stands, quickly, then winces at the sudden motion. "Ah- hello."

[littlecrowgirl]

When Vector rests his eyes on her, she can't help but turn shy, burying her mouth and chin into that scarf and waving sheepishly. "H-Hi...I uh...I came to see how you were doing, Mr. Vector! Resting in bed all day can be a bummer."

She takes another step closer, that paper trailing behind her.

"I also brought you a present!"

LATE TO ALL THINGS EVER also sorry about the lack of icon, Photobucket's down...

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker didn't know what had happened. He (has a mun who only manages to catch up on All. The. Things. about once a week right now *sob*) is a simple soldier, not used to looking at the bigger picture or keeping track of what others are doing if it's not his business. And the matters of the First-Forged are not his business.

The Seeker had heard that Vector Prime had gone against Ramjet and that he'd been grievously injured, though . . . that was about the extent of his knowledge. That and the impression that Solus was decidedly unhappy with him. But for all Thundercracker knew, that was just her own bedside manner.

The Seeker had been in and out of the medbay as it was checking on Blurr - and to an extent Vandal - so when he saw the post that the injured First-Forged had finally awakened, he debated visiting the mech. He'd really only met one face-to-face and spoken briefly with another over the network a while back, so finally, after a few days, curiosity if nothing else drove him to seek out the room that the mech was in.

Quietly, he shifted to the door, looking in, and gave a small nod. "Vector Prime...?"

is cool!

[vectorianpolarity]

"Hm?"

Against the instruction of Solus, Vector is most certainly up when Thundercracker comes in - to the point of attempting his flight systems again. He's all but hovering in midair, but at the sound- he drops to the floor, landing in a crouch.

While visually it's a smooth landing, his face suggests something else. He's still a distance away from optimal.

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker frowns a bit, fairly sure the mech shouldn't be out of bed yet, let alone hovering. Then again, if the mech's a flyer, the Seeker can hardly fault him wanting to claim the skies again as soon as possible. "You're a flyer too?" He nods. "How are you feeling?"