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All Medics on Deck

WHO: Hospital mingle log
WHERE: Solus' Medical Bay
WHEN: Shortly after the Tarn fiasco
WHAT: Injured bots and annoyed medics
WARNINGS: Cranky medics and impatient patients

After the battle with the DJD, there are quite a few who had retained minor to severe injuries, and Red Alert is here to tend to them as they came in. Assuming that they think to come in at all. She realizes that she can't really scold anyone, as the act of taking down one of the Haven's most dangerous inhabitants was completely necessary and unavoidable.

Red Alert can be found fussing over patients, and she will allow guests as long as they're not loud or otherwise disruptive. Please don't try to escape, she'll come after you.

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Swoop remembers her from when he arrived. She'd been nice to him so he's actually happy to see her. Given his relationship (or lack of one) with Slag and the fact that most of the people he knew being here for injuries, he hadn't expected many visitors.

His head is still tilted - limitations of having his crest - but he looks right her.

"It pretty bad. Not as bad as him Wheeljack, though. Not remember most of it..." Just the burning and the pain and being on the ground somehow and then being here. "Me, Swoop hoped... someone else know more, maybe."

She smiles and then shakes her helm, reaching out to brush a hand briefly over his shoulder.

"I'll ask around, though I was wondering about you, since you obviously got at least one serious wound." She nods at Swoop's middle and since there's an immediate lack of seating, remains standing.

She's relieved none who she knows closely (directly or through an alternate) was killed, even if the few deaths were even one too many.

"Him Tarn shot with big cannon." This had never happened to him before. Fire and ice missiles, sure. Acid burns? It was hard to deal with at the time but he likes to think he can handle it now. But that cannon... that was new.

"Hurts a lot. Better than it was, though. Am pretty tough. Could have been much, much worse." He knows that much. But Cybertronians from his dimension are surprisingly hardy, and nothing hit his spark.

"He's a huge mech," Elita agrees with a grimace, since a huge mech usually meant huge weapons which, simply by blast-range capability usually did more damage if you were smaller. "But from the looks of it, you've managed pretty well, medics or not."

Propping Swoop up a little while he's injured is hardly terrible, so why not?

"... And if I remember right, from what happened with Sentinel, you can survive damage similiar to what the ones from my reality can." She is, of course, referring to Sentinel's head being removed.

"Yep. Cannon bigger than most, too." He's seen some pretty hefty ones. Swoop chirps quietly at the compliment, a little pleased. How he's managed is hardly from any particular knack of his - he did get shot in the first place, after all - but he will never complain about having his ego stroked a bit.

"Uh-huh. We pretty tough. Lots of bots popped into pieces. Pop back together, good as new." Swoop churrs at the thought of Sentinel, though. "Still need to torch him chinbot, though. Him maybe no remember, but treated Dinobots like dumb animals. Me need to roast his skid plate, little bit."

"You would think two fusion cannons is a bit overkill." Shaking her helm, Elita smiled at the chirrup. "It's almost silly, except for the damage it can do."

And she knows she shouldn't, but she chuckles at the comment of torching Sentinel's backside, ending up having to turn off her vocaliser briefly to smother what wants to become real laughter instead of chuckling.

"Well, if he hasn't done it here, you should perhaps wait until he does it. I'm sure being randomly attacked won't make jhim inclined to behave better."

"Yeah, but who need that many cannons? How feasible on energy consumption level?" Yes, Swoop did just ask that. You are welcome, universe.

Swoop grins a little bit when he hears her chuckling. Hah, made you laugh! Maybe being stuck in the medbay isn't as bad as it could be, after all. Especially if it means people laugh at him insisting on lighting someone on fire.

"Me, Swoop, not sure him inclined to behave better no matter what people do. But if him do that here, me definitely torch his skid plate. No big truck-bot with giant hammer stop this time."

"Who knows? Some people don't know when to stop. But yeah, that cannon must be prohibitively energy-consumptive to fire, since I don't imagine he has a link to a black hole to fuel it..." Shrugging, she meets Swoop's grin with a smile, despite just having gotten control of her laughter.

"Well, if he does do it here, you're of course free to handle it as you reasonably want... Just don't go overboard," Elita says, voice dry as she crosses her arms over her chestplates. Strange how many... contrary and aggravating people she ends up knowing, one way or another,

"Yeah, yeah. Not go overboard. Just light scorching, me Swoop promise. If me not, him chinbot never learn." Really, his natural reaction is to light people on fire. Not being able to here has been difficult... but then again, getting used to so many people has been hard too. He was used to there being maybe seven other people in his life at any given time, so all of this has been a bit much.

He pauses briefly, glancing down at his injury and churring lightly. "Maybe now him not-Snarl take me seriously..."

"That's all I ask." She says it with a little grin, though, because maybe Swoop is right - she doesn't know enough of Sentinel to tell. The comment about 'not-Snarl', though, has Elita tilting her helm.

"Not-Snarl?" She thinks she knows who he means, there is one other Donobot around here, she's pretty sure. "And he's not been taking you seriously... why?"

"Him call himself 'Slag', but him Triceratops like Snarl, except huge jerk. So him definitely not-Snarl." Also calling him that makes him mad, which Swoop doesn't mind at all.

"Always say me, Swoop not a Dinobot. Am a 'disgrace'. Giving Dinobots bad name." Swoop would probably sound angrier but about it, but he's too just too tired at this point.

"He's probably comparing you by his own universe's standards, which isn't very fair." Elita shakes her helm, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the edge of the berth and her chin in her hands.

"Though, that's interesting... in my reality, Slag is a... ah, triceratops as well, as you say. Snarl was another dinosaur... Stegosaurus? He doesn't have it any longer." While she'd only seen Snarl in his non-dinosaur chassis, she'd easily picked up on the fact that he hated the Stegosaurus altmode he'd had before.

"If his standard is being huge gruff jerkbot with no friends, me pass. Is no good, being in strange place alone." Swoop's gotten along fine on his own before, admittedly, but he knew Detroit and the bots in it. He doesn't have that advantage here, so making a new flock - as it were - is priority.

"Ooh, Stegosaurus. Is good dinosaur, very tough. Big fans on back, good for cooling and intimidation." Swoop smiles a little, twitching a couple claws. He could talk forever about dinosaurs, really. "Only three of us back home. Him Grimlock, me, and him Snarl. Was named by some... Constructobot. Him got lost, ended up on island. Him try to call Snarl "Slag" but Snarl no like it very much. So... was Snarl instead."

"As far as I know, both Snarl and Slag are kind of... gruff." She tries hard not to laugh at that, but it's true. Obviously also somewhat frustrating for poor Swoop.

Relaxing in her seat slightly and letting her back-mounted panels shift and droop in their neat arrangement on her back, Elita smiles and nods.

"Didn't know that, but it makes sense. Cooling system, practical... if a bit exposed." Not that her own 'wings' weren't exposed, but they were also meant to take a beating or be used in defense. "There were five in mine. Grim... ah, Grimlock, Swoop, Snarl, Slag and Sludge." She counts them off by tapping a finger for each name against her cheek.

"Mine not. Get into fights sometimes, but... not like that." Snarl and Swoop were too often in the same boat when it came to Grimlock's temper to be on each other's cases too often. "Guess gruff is... maybe understatement."

Swoop settles back, smiling a little. The topic at least isn't so bad. It keeps his mind off other things.

"Uh-huh. Lots of veins and things... uhm, like coolant and energon lines. When less light or more wind, fluids cooled automatically. Plates made of bone too, so more protection for back." He could see the practicality in it. Dinosaurs were pretty efficient, for organics. "Huh. Five. Would have been nice, extra two Dinobots." Swoop laughs a little. "Maybe harder for other bots to deal with, though. Especially him truckbot... Optimus?"

"A little, perhaps." She grins and shakes her helm, tilting it as she listens to Swoop's explanation.

"It was probably necessary, since they were rather big, for organics," Elita agrees with a nod. She only knows what little she does of dinosaurs because she was curious about the altmode Grimlock and Swoop had, since they were so different from flat out vehicles.

"As far as I know, they did cause some trouble, yes." Another grin and a little twitch of her back-mounted panels. "I think Grim and Optimus Prime have come to some reasonable understanding by now, though... but it wasn't always so."

"Oh, lot of them huge. Only thing bigger ever on earth is kind of whale. Some very small too, though." Swoop gestures with his hands to indicate. "Some of them so big, need extra brain to keep track of legs and tail."

"Not back home. Him Grimlock and him Optimus no get along. Like, at all. Have big misunderstanding, then constantly fight over who is spider-lady's real boyfriend." Swoop grins and rolls his eyes a little. Oh those wacky leaders, always barely tolerating each other on the best of days.

"... That's big. Didn't really think pure organics could get that big. I wonder how practical two brains were..." Elita trails off, frowning thoughtfully before she chuckles.

"I'm not sure they ever came to blows at home, but Grim didn't have a very high opinion of Optimus Prime. Misunderstanding, though?" Sounds interesting, if nothing else, even if she's got no idea who 'spider-lady' is either.

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