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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.

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."

[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.

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.

[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.

[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."

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...?"

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...?"