Log Title: Crystal Woes Characters: Starlock, Deathsaurus, Blast Off, Jazz, Location: New Harmonex Date: 11/25/2020 TP: New Harmonex TP Summary: Starlock ends up with some visitors in New Harmonex, being Deathsaurus and a crashing Blast Off! As logged by Starlock
Heart of Harmonex - New Harmonex - Neutral Territories[]
Starlock is sat out on one of the garden walls in New Harmonex's center, legs hanging loosely over as she keeps her optics up at the sky above, full of Stars.. Its cold, getting to that time of year again, Starlock's put her tattered cape on due to that, the consolations on the inside faintly glowing.
As Starlock looks up at the stars, she may notice that one shines particularly brightly. Like... oddly so. Like... wait, it's moving, and it's getting bigger and brighter, and now it's making *noise*. It's not a star at all, it's a SHIP, and it's tumbling out of control, tearing through that starry night sky with a frustrated roar of thrusters. The browns and purples may be difficult to make out in the dark, but the purple biolights, huffy rumbles, and generally blocky shuttle shape certainly suggest one particular space shuttle.... and it looks like it's about to crash nearby.
Deathsaurus comes into the main area, wings wrapped around him like a cloak. He is here to check out the new neutral city. He pauses. "Wow. Look at this." He says. "Everything Harmonex was going to be isnt it?" He asks, looking around in awe.
"Yeah.." Starlock smiles sadly, but then she gives pause and squints at the sky above, just who in the.. Then it clicks. "..Uh oh." She'd cringe, trying to get an idea of his trajectory. "Uhh.. miight need your help." There are Terrariums placed about with speakers placed inside them, helping fledgling crystals grow... Its a song he'd recognize.
Blast Off is hurtling down, wing elevons shifted as he tries to regain *some* semblence of control, and it does look like he is managing to deaccelerate some as he plunges closer to the planet... but he's still struggling- and now it looks like he's going to crash right into the edge of the newly rebuilt city. Possibly one of those Terrariums, even.
- <<Autobot>> Starlock says, "Crap!"
"Crap!" Starlock yelps in a panic as she pushes herself up and starts running towards Blast Off's trajected crash sight. What was she going to do to stop him?! Hells if she knew! She'd She'd stuff her cape into her subspace and launched herself off the ground, transforming into her mini-shuttle mode! "<<Blast Off! do you need help pulling up?!>>" She'd radio and the open area comm.
- <<Autobot>> Jazz says, "What happened Starlock?"
Deathsaurus tilts his head. "Hes doin' pretty go...wait. No. No hes not." He flies to join them. <<Alright, Blast Off. Lets lead you down..>>
With a few acrobatics, Starlock transforms into her Space medical run-about mode!
- <<Autobot>> Starlock says, "A..Ah-- ...Sorry, startled response, Blast Off came into the area and Uhh.. looks like he's about to take a nose dive"
There's silence for a moment, before an indignant, snooty voice crackles over the radio, "<< Of course not! I'm *fine*! I don't need *your* help, anyway! I.... >>" Blast Off cuts short as alarms can be heard in the background, and he keeps hurtling down... he's NOT fine, and he does need help, but damned if he'll admit it. To Deathsaurus he huffs, "<< I've got this! Just give me ... a moment... >>" ...He does not 'got this', and he's about to crash unless someone does something.
Starlock doesn't give into Blast Off's denial, this time, and moves to meet him, if not try to get under him and use her hull to try and help push his nose upward to help slow his decent. "<<Deeees, I think we can use some help here!>>" She'd call in almost in a panic, so much a mini-shuttle can do after all.
- <<Autobot>> Sideswipe |Hot Rod goes, "Guess he won't watch out for that bottom step.."
Deathsaurus nods <<Very well. I'll stay nearby just in case you do need help.>> He keeps his voice low and steady, trying not to cause anyone else to dreak out more. "How about we all just land to...save fuel." save fuel thats it. not because Blast Off's going to crash.
The sheer bulk of the larger shuttle moving at such speed will certainly whip up a lot of turbulence for the smaller shuttle to have to navigate, and Blast Off's erratic behavior doesn't help, especially as his first instinct seems to be to roll away from her, trying to not only avoid contact, but stubbornly refusing any attempt at help, either. "<< I don't need!- >>" Blast Off nearly shouts out at Des, then cuts out again as more alarms blare. As the ground gets closer, and the shuttle's systems have still not kicked in to control his landing, he suddenly flails, tailfin waving, wing elevons flicking frantically as he desperately tries to slow his descent. And now, in a panic, he suddenly rolls back around towards Starlock, as if seeking help, possibly bumping into her... which might possibly slow his descent some but could accelerate hers!
- GAME: Starlock PASSES an AGILITY roll of Very High difficulty.
"<<Trying!!>>" Starlock calls to Des, indeed her own fall forward starts to speed up, but her thrusters kick in, a bright purple glow from them as she uses them push back in slowing Blast Off's decent. "<<Can you grab him des? That way he can transform?>>" She'd call.
Deathsaurus nods "Of course. It will be easier if I do this." he shifts into his gigantic dragon mode, flying right towards the descending shuttle. "Cut your engines. Do not panic. I'll catch you." oh sure. dont panic, he says.
Oh. Right. Root mode. Root mode is smaller and he can technically still fly in it, and even if he can't, he's got two other Cybertronians to catch him, but Blast Off doesn't *trust* most other Cybertronians, so... it's still a very long moment before, out of sheer desperation and need, the Combaticon finally transfroms, his mass shifting into a much smaller and more easily managed size. Rocket thruster feet fire away as he tries to use them to stop tumbling in the air, but he likely lands on something- or someone, more specifically, with a grunt.
Starlock is under him, so that is likely her! still, she doesn't mind it, she tries to keep herself up with him till Des back scoop him up! Her thrusters shining brightly averted, she lets out a grunt as she struggles to keep him up, as even in Robot mod, he's MUCH larger then her!
Deathsaurus grunts "You're being carried down by a kaiju. It could be worse. Nothing to be ashamed of.." he says in that you poor bastich tone.
Blast Off is concentrating too hard to be able to come up with insults, quips, complaints, or thank yous. He just gives them both a *huff* and a glare, then finds himself colliding with ingrate Starlock, a few ceramic tiles scattering to the winds, scrambling to grab a hold, then bounces over towards Deathsaurus when the kaiju gets close enough.
One Blast off is safely with Des, Starlock relaxes and slowly lowers herself down to the ground, and transforms back to her bot mod, rubbing at her back...She'd take a vent and makes sure none of the small terrariums are disturbed, and nods. "...you alright?" She asks the other two.
Deathsaurus carries Blast Off fireman style resisting the urge to channel recorder titanic music as he lands. "Oh Im fine. How are you, Blast Off?" he asks.
Blast Off ...is in the middle of a tantrum, apparently. A most uncharacteristic display of severe frustration, the shuttleformer tries to shove himself away from Deathsaurus, fists balled as he *thumps* at the dragon. NO TOUCHY. "Oh, I am just FINE. Just *PEACHY*, isn't that what the fleshlings say? Yes, just GREAT, GREAT, fragging *great*! NEVER BEEN BETTER!" His tone is anything but happy as he thrashes.
Deathsaurus places Blast Off down gently once he gets to the ground "Soon, you will be. And you're welcome." He says.
Starlock sighs.. Cities safe, crystals are safe, blast Off's safe.. She'd glance back at him with those rather tired optics of hers, large bags under them as she pushes up and marches over to him. "Your not in a ditch." she just says dryly.
Deathsaurus pauses. "Well not yet..." oh hes good.
Blast Off's optics widen and the color pales as he stares at Starlock. "YOU!" He thrusts a finger to point at the Autobot shuttle, ignoring Des entirely right now in his hissy fit. "This is YOUR fault! What did you DO to me!??"
Starlock just gives him that same, half-lidded, dead-pan look. "Your freedom, I told you in Polyhex after it happened, or would you like a refresher?" She'd ask dryly, before sighing. "I ask for company and this is what I get, really need to stop asking for things Star.." Starlock mutters to herself.
Deathsaurus grooms his wing a bit distantly. "He's really greatful for it too isnt he?" he comments. "You're welcome."
"MY FREEDOM?" Blast Off stops, armor plates raising and ruffling, fists clenching and optics burning a deeper purple for a moment, "My freedom for... for... WHAT? *CRASHING*?" The shuttleformer suddenly stops, fists clenched, and raises his hand like he's going to strike- and then he does, but not at Starlock. Instead he just pounds the ground with a *GAH!* in a very UNgentlemechly fit of anger and frustration. He turns to look at Des and strikes the ground with a fist again, just for good measure. "GRARGH!" SMASH. Then he he winces and looks at his hand, now unclenching. "...Ow."
Starlock gives a slight smirk at Des. "Thank you for the help by the way." She'd say to the large Kaiju-Dragon, before she shuffles her way near back a ledge, but stops and flinches when she see's Blast Off's hands raised, she'd bring her hands up and covers her helm when he does, though feeling no blow she is tempted to open her optics, but the yelling and everything does have her nervous to open her optics.
"...." There is an awkward silence as she shuffles near the ledge. "...I'm sorry.. its taking so long, to get those errors fixed, its.. been hard for me to do anything."
Blast Off raises himself up off the ground again, the good hand now rubbing at the hurt one. There's one last little petulant kick at the ground in frustration, then he tries to turn and instead just stumbles off to the side before plopping down on the ground with a heavy *sigh*. His hands plop down on the ground,k too, and he glares over at her. As she speaks, he huffs out a mumbled retort, "You've done quite *enough*...." and turns away, expression hard. "...." Though as he gazes off into the distance, his expression slowly starts to shift, grow less... harsh.
Deathsaurus tilts his head. "Have you ever heard of a monkey paw, Blast Off? Sometimes you need to figure out the negatives before accepting something."
Starlock lets out a noise of acknowledgment and shifts over to sit in front of the terrarium he would of crashed into... she'd close her optics and listened to the song she'd wrote that was playing from the speaker inside. "Don't think I know that one myself, Des." On looking her over, he'd likely note her badge rank has been dropped all the way back down to private, from sergeant...Also its blue.
Blast Off frowns and looks up at Des. "Isn't that some fleshling superstition or something? What does THAT have to do with... *this*?" He gestures at himself and the ground. He turns to glare at her again, then notices that status- and badge. His optics widen, and he suddenly, hastily gathers himself up and gets back on his feet. "This... is a trap!" He immediately assumes, looking around for other Wreckers, and then seeing none, his optic ridges furrow as he looks back at her. "....Wait, what's going on?" Like HE wasn't the one who just crash-landed on HER private star party.
Deathsaurus nods "Its a human thing. The moral of the story is be careful what you wish for if you don't know the consequences first." He says. "You will get fixed, Im sure." he says. "And then you are free to make your own decisions."
"Ahh so that is where thats from." Starlock says, before lettings out a huff and raises a brow and looks back. "Look around a moment." She'd say with a nod, and glances around. "Welcome to New Harmonex." she'd smile, and gestures to the small terrarium. "Caught at a time where we're almost done with building, and we've started the crystal growth." She'd nod, not mentioning her badge. "...I was.. just out here, looking at the stars, thinking.. kind of self-isolating again." She'd sigh in aggravation.
Blast Off stares at Deathsaurus, looking as grumpy as ever but the wheels in his processor are finally starting to turn just a bit and he's calmed down enough to have stopped thrashing everywhere. He blinks, then looks down as Des speaks... truthfully. "I... didn't mean...." He looks to the side. "I just meant..." *huffff* Now it's not clear if he's huffy at them or himself. He's silent, then turns to listen to Starlock, still eying that new badge. "....What do you mean? And you haven't answered... *that*, was it *that*?" He points to the badge.
Deathsaurus tilts his head "Thats a very good question." he asks.
Starlock glances down and clicks her jaw and shrugs. "Ehhhh you free a few enslaved people under both waring factions intel, get a number of scolding, demoted and moved into a new division to teach you a lesson, pshh its nothing." She'd nod, trying to play it off like it was nothing. "I'm still Starlock, regardless of where I am." She'd add, trying to convince herself. Deathsaurus grunts "Well it happens. Lessons learned and all on all sides. Now, we just need to move beyond it right?" Blast Off stares at the badge, then looks to Starlock, then DEs, and back to the Autobot. The Combaticon takes a step back, looking wary, and again scans the area as if half-expecting to get jumped by a bunch of Wreckers any moment. "Move beyond it, sure.... I'll move beyond it, about the moment the Wreckers rescind all violence, become peaceniks, and decide to take up theater instead." HUFF. His arms cross and the shuttle draws himself up to his full height. He's not looking too amiable at the moment. However, something about Starlock's demenaor gets through even all the huffy suspicion and he tilts his head slightly. "...Wait, demoted and changed divisions? You're not a medic anymore?"
"...Yeah, easier said then done i'll admit, I'm also not allowed to be alone without someone with me, internet and radios are also being monitored." Starlock adds, before raising a ridge. "No, still a medic, just.. a medic for the wreckers." She corrects. The femme is tired, thats for sure, maybe a little happier? maybe a little less stressed? Maybe, still, she doesn't look like her past self.
Deathsaurus doesnt seem concerned about wreckers. Maybe becasue as of late he thinks hes unstoppable. "Ah so thats what it means. Wrecker badge. Sorry I am nto too familiar with different Autobot divisions." he says. "Still its goood to know who you might meet on the battlefield."
Blast Off listens, a little awkwardness seeping in as she mentions the radio being monitored. "....Oh." Blink. Now he looks around again, wings flicking on his legs, "Does that mean they know I'm here?" He looks at Des, suddenly appearing glad the big Decepticon-aligned mech is there, especially if he's unable to fly well, and starts inching towards him. "Medic... for the Wreckers... are there any others here?" He slows to pause at a sudden thought, "...Wait, you're being... punished for.... us?" He thumbs at himself.
Starlock pauses at that, thinking a moment. "Maybe some reserve members helping with construction." She'd say. "Outside that, theey have other things to worry about, and you should proobably read up on 'em Des." She'd nod before looking to Blast Off. "And.. No, this is neutral territory, only the people here, know you're here." She'd nod, as she pushed herself up with the terrarium, and made her way over to Des, sitting beside him, and glancing up at the night sky. "...As for being punished for my actions with you combaticons.. Yeah."
Blast Off blinks at that, his annoyance at... well, everything, still radiating through his frame, but the energy is at least calming from his thrashing and pounding earlier. He tries to think on this, process it all, push through the suspicion that has been encouraged in him by listening to the likes of Onslaught and Brawl. "Wait... why?" He flings his hands up in the air briefly. "I thought... you know, Optimus Prime," He mimics the Autobot leader in a less than flattering way, voice extra pompous, "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings? ...Not when it's a Decepticon, hmm?"
Starlock hems. "Its.. because I didn't /tell/ anyone, I hid it from intel, didn't tell anyone.." Starlock frowns and looks down on at her hands.
"Well, *somebody* had to know, those blasted Protectobots had to know, right? It was them, I bet, wasn't it?" Blast Off's bias is showing. "They probably ratted you out." He crosses his arms and shakes his head. "Figures." Tsk. The shuttleformer takes a moment more to think about this, more of what it actually means, starting to settle in. He frowns underneath the faceplate. There's so many things about this that don't make sense to him... why she helped him when it was this risky, WAS there any ill intent, if not from her, from someone else, perhaps? Yet, if he dares *allow* himself to think the best for a moment, to believe in the best in people... not that he has lots of practice there.... it starts to seem like a ...kind of rotten deal for everyone involved. The Combaticon sighs. There's one thing he doesn;t like, and he CAN relate to problems with, here. Right now. "That's... 'Authority' for you, tsk. Think they need to know every little detail of your life and always fast to punish for not... doing the right thing, saying the wrong one."
"Sort of, I recruited people as I went, I was suuper careful of whom I talked too, kept it off radios, out in the open, and the internet channel." Starlock explains. "That way Blaster or Soundwave couldn't pick up on it." Starlock raises a ridge at Blast Off. "...Acttualy, no, I did it to myself, once I found out Ghost knew, and would tell Megatron, I quickly let command know and did my best to stall by throwing every name who i came in contact with about it out there to send them on a bit of a information goose chase to give ya'll time.." She'd sigh. "..I also partially accept what I did while the right thing, was.. wrong in other departments I wish I'd gone a better route with but.." She'd shake her helm. "...Ehh yeah kind of." She'd smile up at him slightly. "...I've burned some bridges and.. well, just.. kind of lonely....Don't regret it though."
"Oh." Blast Off listens as she explains what *actually* happened. Aw, but it'd be more fun to blame the Protectobots! Alas. He tilts his head, and as she goes on, his optic ridge lifts at all the intricacies she went through. "That's actually... impressive, for someone working on their own." The mention of loneliness has the shuttleformer stare at her a moment before glancing off to the side, into the darkness, then up towards the stars. "..." He starts scratching at the side of his helmet. "That is... unfortunate." Pause. "The loneliness." Pause. "Not that *I* experience much of that sort of thing, you understand, but..." His gaze drifts upwards. "Feeling isolated, unsupported. It must be miserable..." His gaze suddenly drops back down and he looks at her, hands clasping together. "OR so I'd think." Ahem.
Starlock hehs. "I.. gotta admit I am also a little proud.. Still... I'd do it again, different but I still would." She'd fall silent. "...And yeah.. doesn't.. feel great but.." She'd glance over. "I have to tough through it, for your guys sake." She'd smile up tiredly at him. "Bet you didn't expect me to keep protecting you after."
The shuttleformer stands there, eying this Autobot who is making all these claims of 'caring' about her sworn enemies, thinking of things Onslaught and Brawl have said, others have said, who would never believe such altruism could even exist. Does it? Looking down at her, he still can't find the Lie in this. Still keeps wanting to... believe her, despite himself. Is he just a big fool? Onslaught would probably think so. Blast Off sighs and rubs his face with one hand, particularly the spot on the bridge of his nose. "No. There's... a lot here I didn't expect." His hand drops down and he studies her. "I..." His broad shoulders sag a bit and he looks up at the stars again. "I don't entirely know *what* to believe anymore. I know some who believe this was a ploy by the Autobots to cripple our greatest gestalt. We certainly *have* been...crippled. Temporarily," he says, determinedly. Then he turns back to look at her. "But...I don't know. You medics.... Decepticon or Autobot, you're... often alike." Pause. "Well, some of you. Some like Hook are just *insufferable*." He draws in a long vent. "If you... if this *is* real, then..." He hesitates and looks around as if making sure no body else is watching this, then adds quietly, "...then as I said before, despite the... hiccups, I am... glad. Glad to be free." His optics meet hers. "And I am... sorry."
Starlock listens and smiles softly. "Temporary indeed.. I am sorry I've had trouble in getting it fixed, honestly wanted it fixed within a week but all the restrictions have.. made it hard." She'd sigh and look down at her hands then back up at Blast Off. "You don't need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong, well in this case." She'd heh. "...But, freedom is the right of all beings.. but we also need to take a moment to understand our enemies and show compassion and kindness when applicable.. wont.. End this war if we just keep going in the same cycle." Starlock says.
Blast Off gives Starlock a small nod, wondering just what all she's had to deal with. It can't have been much... fun. He looks away as she says he doesn't need to apologize. He again gives her a small nod in response to what she says, but then turns to look at her as he says, "That's... well, we'll see. I wasn't only speaking of the past, Starlock." There's a sigh and his gun hand flexes instinctively. "There's... a lot of... anger, unfortunately, and, well...." He frowns underneath his faceplate, brows furrowed. "I can't promise our next meeting will be a... compassionate one." The shuttleformer looks away, up at the stars, then down to the planet's inevitable gravity, its ground, its rock bottom. "I don't know. But I know some who seek revenge, and they know you were involved." Chin tucked down, he studies her, not unkindly. "Just... be careful. Including ...around me."
Starlock tenses, but she doesn't jump, but simply nods. "Its okay, I.. kind of accepted that from the get go." She'd give a tired smile. "You are a combaticon after all, that and Brawl wasn't as suffle as he thinks." She'd chuckle. "If you are to dig a grave, rather you be choosing it then being forced to." She'd smirk, before settling back down.
"...Long as its not in New Harmonex, or Harmonex if it's ever opened again.. Always welcome around." She'd nod. "This place IS supposed to be neutral after all, come hell or high water." She'd huff.
Blast Off lifts an optic ridge. "We'll see who digs what graves, not that a Combaticon has need for one at all..." He huffs softly, then turns to look back at the stars again. "Time will tell, I suppose." His gaze drops down to the city nearby. "Ah, yes. This is the Crystal place, is it not?"
Starlock nods, and then smiles. "It is, the new singing crystals have been planted, just now a waiting game." Starlock says as she looks to one of the terrariums with a speeker set inside.
"Sort of." Starlock says as she follows him over. "They will be singing crystals, like Harmonex but.. with a new Song." She says, listening he could indeed hear a new song coming form the speakers.. fact, it's Starlock's voice, its something she's written.
Blast Off tilts his head. "So they pick up songs they've heard and then repeat them?"
"Sort of." Starlock says again with a chuckle. "It takes a special frequency, why the speakers are necessary, that and I think i'd hurt myself singing." She'd smile up at him.
Blast Off finds himself chuckling. "Well, don't let *Vortex* anywhere near this place, or he'd probably find some vulgar ditty to broadcast and ruin the atmosphere forever..." He shakes his head. "So no singing to it oneself, hmm?" He studies the crystals a moment before looking back to Starlock. "Is that your song?"
"Ah, so no quick uploading, hmm? Too bad. If you ask me, you should play a little classical opera for them for as long as it takes, give them some *class*." The shuttle does like his oldtime opera. He tilts his head and listens some more to what IS actually playing, then nods. "But... this is nice, Starlock." He gives her a small, approving nod of the head. "It has a nice harmony to it, quite fitting for... Harmonex."
"Yep, takes a specific type of file." Starlock grins, before coughing and looking away, her face a bright energon pink. "Erm!... Thanks eheheh.. Really embarrassed about my own writing.. it..its a bit cheesey i know."
"A New dawn has come and gone And Now here we stand, Silent on this burnt and scarred ground A new time, a new chance at life It is time, to recall The Days of those long past and old Time to learn from the mistakes that had been foretold It is time for rebirth It is time to do it right The Day has come for us to stand hand in hand, side by side Together united as one We will stand into this new dawn But Divided, we will fall Back into this endless night As lost lights So lift your head, And Turn your eyes upwards to the sky, Don't be deceived, the new sun is rising high The Day has come for us to stand hand in hand, side by side We will fight Till All Are one..." Are the lyrics that are sung.
Blast Off finds himself listening, at first, before slowly and eventually swaying just slightly to the music. His hands clasp together and ever so slowly his thumbs subtly tap against one another in rythm to the music. When she finishes, Blast Off ...well, it almost looks like he could be smiling behind his mask. "Bravo," he nods, clapping black hands together several times in appreciation. "It is good to see culture, the arts and music, alive still, despite everything."
Starlock's face is pink as an energon cube and she gifs a week laugh as she scratches at her cheek. "T-thanks.. I've always been.. a bit harsh on my own writing." She'd chuckle weakly. "...But I figured, despite all the pain I.. wanted New Harmonex to represent the new.. modern times, and what we should be striving for.. and not.. just an attempt to remake Harmonex."
Ok, Blast Off definitely IS grinning beneath that faceplate he wears, and for a rare moment, allows himself to just be IN the moment enough to chuckle good-naturedly as Starlock blushes. He quickly grows to his more serious self, of course, and with an *ahem* the more aloof manner returns as he nods, bringing his hands behind his back and looking as dignified as possible. "The past is gone, agreed. It should be honored but...yes, cannot be recreated." He looks skyward. "Perhaps some things should just... stay in the past." Then his gaze drops down, brows furrowing slightly as he lifts one finger. "But... not everything." His finger sweeps to gesture towards the crystals, even as his gaze grows oddly distant. "In fact, I was just telling someone how if we forget history, we are doomed to repeat it, so..." He clears his throat and stands staight and tall. "...Yes. I approve. Remind people of what once was, but also... look towards the future."
Starlock smiles a bit as she looks up and nods. "Yeah.. some should, there is good and bad, but all of it we can learn from." She'd admit, then heh. "And that is a philosophy I stand by, knowledge should be shared, not hidden, same with history, if we just hide it, don't teach or explain, we're doomed to repeat it."
"Exactly," Blast Off readily agrees, then pauses as the thought strikes that he's agreeing so much with an *Autobot*. But it is what it is, and Starlock IS a shuttle, after all, so it makes sense she'd know about culture and class, yes. He scratches briefly at the side of his helmet and turns to look towards where Deathsaurus had wandered off to. "It is upon us, as learned people, to share such things, though..." What's visible of his face seems to flatline a bit, "You appear to have more patience for the common ...folk than I." He turns to look at her and add, "And perhaps it helps that your teammates don't include the likes of Vortex and Brawl." *Sigh, woe is him*. "Still, I should probably be going to find them soon..." Yup, gonna have to go ask Deathsaurus to give him a flight home. How *embarrassing*. Though then he stops and ponders... "Though if your new teammates include the *Wreckers*?" He gives her a sudden pitying look. "....Good luck with that."
Starlock shrugs. "I was a library bot, I had to be patient when helping bots." Starlock smiles. "That and when dealing with patient's one.. needs to be patient, their hurt, sick, and confused, and don't know your trying to help them, so.. can't really be upset if they hurt you." Starlock explains.
"...I don't know, we do have Whirl." Starlock says with a click of her jaw.. Before snorting at Blast Off. "Its alright, I think I can handle them." She'd smile.
Blast Off listens to that, shaking his head even more. "I could NOT be a medic...." The shuttleformer shudders, shaking off the unpleasantness of the thought itself. "Better you than I. People are *annoying*." TSK. He gives her a flat look at the mention of Whirl. "Like I said..." He lets out a soft huff, then, relaxing a bit, though he glances back up at the stars a moment, then rubs at the heat shield on one of his arms. He had thought, for a moment, he might fly again.... but the past is the past... at least for now. He faces Starlock, giving her a small bow. "Until we meet again, then."
Starlock smiles and stands up, giving a curtsy with her tattered cape. "until then." She'd smile. "Hopefully.. you'll have your flight back." She'd grin, before pausing.
There's a flash of something that crosses the shuttleformer's face- something bittersweet, perhaps the realization that once he's flying again, they will likely not be meeting on friendly grounds. But he nods nonetheless, turns, and strides away towards where Deathsaurus dwells.
Starlock watches him off before looking at the terrarium, kneeling down, singing along softly to the speaker.