VERY THOROUGH CHECKUP Autobot =================================== Message: 10/34 Posted Author Fight Fri Apr 24 Twin Twist ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------ "Well, me'n Fireflight was goin' out ta look fer cons, but we didn't find none, so we went ta 'ave a drink. Den one o' dem Seekers showed up. Da black an' purple one. So we was all sittin' dere drinkin' an' makin' dirty looks at one another, an' den Fireflight went back ta report on it, an' DEN Starscream showed up. Da other one said 'e could drink me down, but I didn't wanna, seein' as 'ow I was da only bot dere. So's I was in da bar alone wit two Seekers fer a bit, an' den Brawn came in wit Silverbolt, so's I was feelin' a bit better, seein' as 'ow we was outnumberin' da Cons. An' den Onslaught an' Swindle showed up. Afta dey all tromped in an' outta da bar a couple times, Swindle said _'e'd_ drink against me, an' seein' as 'ow dere was more o' dem dan us, I couldn't really say no, right?" He presses a hand against his battered, aching helmet before continuing. "Anyways, I dunno 'ow many I 'ad, but I beat Swindle, I's sure. It's all kinda fuzzy after dat, but I remember Wheeljack and Fireflight showin' up, an' Brawn makin' a run fer out da door, since Onslaught was just after 'im. An' den Brawl an' da rest o' da Combats showed up, but Swindle was so fallin' down drunk dey couldn't merge, an' dere was dis 'uge fight, an' remember shootin' at Starscream a couple times. An wen I wakes up, I sees Silverbolt an' Fireflight ('e's in bad shape) an' Wheeljack, but no Brawn. I wonder if da cons got 'im? Anyways, I took em all back ta repair bay. Anyways, II figgered I'd better make da report, seein' as 'ow I's the only one concious. So dat's my report." ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------ Iacon -- Repair Bay You enter a room that, with the exception of some minor scorches along the walls, is absolutely in perfect condition. Medical diagnostic beds line the outside walls of the room. Each bed is equipped with four restraining bolts for each limb of a Transformer. Above each bed is a diagnostic panel detailing the condition of patients occupying them. On the far wall, situated between the two walls of medical beds, is a bank of medical computers, which occupy half of the far wall. One appears to be newer than the others. Next to the computer bank, a recharge pod and the mobile repair bot rest, awaiting use. In the center of the room is an operating table, complete with it's own computer with medical tools. First Aid walks in from the central lobby, carrying an armload of parts...Groove accompanying him. Silverbolt is laying on his medtable. One by one his available systems come online. Small sparks jump from patches of exposed circuitry...particularly within two main areas of his chest and back. All in all, he looks fairly banged up. Although some medtachs have stabilized him there is some work to be done on the Aerialbot. First Aid sets the parts down, and asks a *gumby* to put them away. Groove waves and smiles when he sees First Aid, and Silverbolt. "Greetings bro, Silverbolt..." he says quietly, "How's he doing?" he asks his fellow Protectobot. First Aid walks over to Silverbolt, and moves the ceiling light over him, adjusting it to shine light on the injuries and not in his optics First Aid opens Silverbolt's main chest panels, and turns down his pain receptors slowly. "Well...injured Autobots, Decepticons wreaking havok...I guess its business as usual, Groove." First Aid grins. "But, I am always pleased to see that my brothers are functional." Silverbolt stiffles a wince and turns away from the light regardless. It would appear there is some damage to his optical sensors once more. He blinks rapidly, trying to maintain some form of dignity. "How'd...where am I?" his voice slurrs. Groove sighs, "Functional, yes." he says quietly, watching Silverbolt, being careful to stay out of First Aid's way. First Aid notes Silverbolt's discomfort, and gets a black optic shield from a drawer nearby which he places over his head. Groove moves around the table. "Relax Silverbolt, you're in the repair bay in Iacon, and First Aid's here to fix you up." Silverbolt seems to relax somewhat as his optics are shielded from the glare. "Repair Bay?" he intones, his voice still a slur. First Aid runs a scanner over Silverbolt. Groove looks at the Aerial commander. "Yes, what do you remember?" First Aid says, "Hmm..." Silverbolt blinks once more and pauses before answwering, trying to clarrify jumbled images within his mind. "On...slaught, Seekers..." He pauses for a rather long moment and then states, "They took Brawn." First Aid gets a pair of cutting tools and cuts away the damaged and burnt wiring. He then removes the right shoulder movement assmebly and power diodes...along with the radial solenoid. Groove nods unhappily. "I read Twin-Twist's report." he says. First Aid sets the burnt, damaged parts on a medtable for possible recycling. First Aid walks over to a cabinet and keys in the code to unlock it. He then removes parts made for Silverbolts size and class, and then brings them back, letting the cabinet door swing closed and locked behind him. Silverbolt feels the medic's movement within his chasis and struggles to remind himself where he is. But it's not long before some of the disorentation dissapaits somewhat. "Co...couldn't stop them. Called for he..lp. But too many..." Groove watches his brother work, not mentioning the part in the report about Fireflight's condition after the battle. First Aid gets a spool of platinum wiring as well as a pair of pliars, and begins reconstructing the series of connections which he will use to install the new parts. Silverbolt hestitates before asking. "What of the o...thers?" Twin Twist wakes up from his sleep. He rolls over and stretches carefully. First Aid scowls as he uses the pliars to remove a melted bit of shrapnel from Silverbolts chest, which he places in the waste chute. First Aid can see more now, with the parts connected to the wiring but not installed. " First Aid says, "This isn't good...who did this?" Groove glances at First Aid, not being entirely certain what their conditions were. "They'll be ok. Some time in the repair bay, and they'll be as good as new." he says, glad that the optic shield prevents Silverbolt from seeing his expression. First Aid begins to move wiring out of the way, and clipping it to Silverbolt's skeletal structure for an unobstructed look inside. Twin Twist looks around and sits his chin on his hand. He blinks. "Wat's goin' on?" First Aid sighs balefully, and mutters something disdainful about the war. A mutitude of questions seem to barrage Silverbolt's mind. he struggles to sort through them. He picks up the medic's quistion and answers, "Brawl....did handiwork for...chest." First Aid grabs a datapad off the table and looks for data on Brawl. Silverbolt corrects himself. "N...n...no. Starscream did chest. Brawl...decored my back." First Aid says, "Hmm...." First Aid looks up Starscream Groove turns around, noticing Twin-Twist is awake. He forces a smile and asks, "How are you today, Twin-Twist?" First Aid scowls. "Cluster bombs?" Silverbolt very, very slightly shakes his head. First Aid nods. "Null ray?" First Aid says, "Some weapons cause more subtle damage than others...I want to be sure what I am dealing with." Twin Twist says, "I got a 'eadache." First Aid says, "I'll be right with you, Twin Twist" Silverbolt notes, "T..that too. But...rocket." Twin Twist grunts. First Aid nods and sets the datapad aside. First Aid says, "That explains the shrapnel..." Groove nods as he steps over to Twin Twist. "I would too, after what you went through." he grins. Twin Twist gives Groove a thumbs up. "I managed ta drink Swindle under da table. Dat was fun." First Aid looks inside Silverbolt again, and taking a multimeter, begins to check for shorts and slow energon leakage. Groove smirks. "Read that in your report." he says, his humor slightly forced. Silverbolt blinks again from under the optic shielding. "Report?" The mulitmeter beeps First Aid takes a closer look using an optical enhancer which he places over his head. He adjusts the eyepiece for focus. Groove looks back over to Silverbolt, concerned. "Nothing to worry about right now, Silverbolt, just make sure you get well." he says, frowning. First Aid can see tiny beams of electricity hopping around within Silverbolt's systems, which would otherwise be all but invisble. First Aid sighs. Twin Twist snorts at Silverbolt. "'eah. I made a report. Surprised?" First Aid gets a device which looks like a tuning fork, and places it inside Silverbolt's chest, to draw the electricity to one place, rather than have it build a charge in many areas. He then connects the device to a wire, and hooks the wire to a machine which draws off the energy and measures it. Groove silently berates himself for mentioning it, not wanting to worry Silverbolt while he's so damaged. First Aid looks at the readings on the machine. "That blasted null ray..." Silverbolt persists. "What about F...Fireflight? Didn't see him after--" His voice trails off. Twin Twist yawns. "'e's 'ere, all cept Brawn." First Aid waits until the readings go down, and then begins restructuring the wiring system as per Silverbolts wiring diagram. Groove sighs inaudibly and glances back at Twin Twist, mutely asking him to keep comments to a minimum, though he's not sure if he's been understood. Silverbolt's left hand can be seen forming into a fist only to relax moments later. First Aid gets several lengths of platinum wiring, measures them to the old ones, removes the old ones using a pair of dikes, and then installs them, connecting them to circuit boards, insulators, ports, and grounding sites throught Silverbolt's chest. Silverbolt asks again after not hearing an answer. His concern is growing. "Fireflight...?" First Aid sighs at the damage, not the painstakingness of the work. First Aid finishes constructing the wiring, and removes the clips from the wires with separates them, allowing them to fall back into their loose state. Groove says, "He'll be fine, just like I said, a little time under in the repair bay, and he'll be like the day he was constructed." Silverbolt isn't convinced in the least. "His *condition*." First Aid removes the firewalls around the main power core and weapons power core as they have been heavily damaged, and installs new ones by sliding them into place and using a surgical laser to hold them there.First Aid successfully repairs Silverbolt. First Aid says, "Hush now Silverbolt. I'll have him good as new as soon as possible." Groove glances at First Aid. Groove seems to be a little lost, as he doesn't know the technicalities. Twin Twist leans back and crosses his knees. Except for his headache and a few dents and ruptures in his armor, he seems in remarkably good shape. Silverbolt frowns a bit. "Why not him...first? First Aid checks the skeletal structure for cracks, and seems pleased to find none. He then begins attaching a series of springs and shocks to the structure, allowing cushion for his parts if he is jostled around much.First Aid accidentally drops one into Silverbolts systems. Using a pair of pliars, he retrieves it, and tries again. "Because your number came up first." Twin Twist frowns and looks over at FA. "Huh?" Silverbolt muses aloud. "Didn' know I had...number." First Aid finishes installing the system shocks, and looks at Silverbolt's covered face. "Yes, new policy. Now please rest easy so I can get you on your feet again." Groove looks unhappy. He's walking a very thin line right now, and the events surrounding Brawn's capture are getting to him. Silverbolt quietly sighs...wether it's in frustration or exhaustion is unclear. First Aid removes the remains of the abdomen panels, and removes the equillibrium and surrounding gyros. They aren't all bad, but if one goes they all seem to, and so he simply replaces them all. He gets a new system from a celluloid casing, used in shipping, and takes it out. "You're in luck, Silverbolt. This part has just been constructed." Silverbolt deadpans, "Happy day." First Aid uses a sonic screwdriver to set the connectors to the various cables, and then gently eases the parts into silverbolt as a whole.First Aid attaches the system to a few tiny shocks, much like the ones he just installed, and then uses the laser to weld them to the main skeletal structure. Hot Spot comes in from the Lobby. Hot Spot peers inside the repair bay to see what is going on Twin Twist is lying back on a medtable with his knees crossed, just waiting for attention Groove waves to Hot Spot. "Hello there fearless leader!" he says happily, though you can detect an underlying stress in his voice. Silverbolt is laying on his medtable with a facial shield over his features while being worked on by the kind and gentle medic First Air...who lacks the terrible badside manner of Hoist. First Aid removes the damaged armor panels and sets them aside before getting a few new ones and installing onto Silverbolt, using high pressure bolts to secure them. He'll repair the old ones and pplace them in the medstock for future use.First Aid finishes installing the frontal plates, and then says 'Forcefield, station 16, 38, and 47.' Silverbolt's optics blinks under the shield. "Who's...there?" Hot Spot cautiously steps inside the repair bay "Hello guys." Three strips of forcefield flicker into being over Silverbolt. First Aid looks over at Hot Spot. "Greetings, brother. Are you well?" Twin Twist gives Hot Spot a grunt of acknowlegement Hot Spot nods "Fortunately, I'm in good shape at the moment" First Aid flicks a button near the table Bolt is on, and it begins to turn over slowly, untill he is suspended in a prone position. He then opens a panel underneath the bed, which allows him to do repairs to his back while the patient remains as comfortable as possible. Silverbolt blinks and deadpans something again: "Good...for you." First Aid nods. "Good...good." First Aid begins the same series of repairs to Silverbolt's back, adjusting the flow of energon into his systems from the alternate power source he is hooked up to for a faster flow of high oxygen enriched energon. Groove glances unhappily over at Brawn's medtable. First Aid gets some new panels of armor, once the repairs internally are complete and attaches them to Silverbolt using a wide band of welding, rather than the bolts he used on the front. Twin Twist squints for a minute at the ceiling, and then puts his hand over his optics to block out the painful light. It begins to sink in that Brawn was taken the day before. "How ...l...long have I been in...here?" Silverbolt asks unsteadily. Groove says, "Oh, only since last night." First Aid punches the button to return the bed to its normal, supine position.First Aid says, "18.8 Terran standard hours, Silverbolt." Silverbolt asks then...."Who...brought us back?" as the slurr in his voice lightens. The bed slowly rotates back to its normal position. Twin Twist grunts. "Me." First Aid gets a scanner and begins to run checks on Silverbolt, to ensure he missed nothing. Silverbolt pauses for a moment as if considering something. He then states a quiet, "Thank you." First Aid says, "Your recovery is all the thanks I need, Silverbolt. Now...about those optics..." First Aid dims the overhead light and adjusts the lightband of the optical enhancer to uv.First Aid says, "I'm going to remove the shield, so get ready." Silverbolt nods uneasily. Twin Twist just grunts in response Silverbolt was stating the thanks to the jumpstarter. But doesn't remove it from the medic. Instead he adds, "And, thasnk you, Twin Twist." First Aid takes the shield and sets it aside. He then leans down and looks into Silverbolt's optics. First Aid runs the scanner over the optics. First Aid says, "Hmmm...." Silverbolt closes his optics at first. But, open hearing the scanner, he manages to pry them open. First Aid says, "Some fried wiring...overheated...constricted energon tubing...who's light attack was it?" Twin Twist says, "Uh huh" Silverbolt looks up up the medic with a blurred vision. "No blinding. Hit to the head," he clarrifies. First Aid says, "With something heated then..."First Aid says, "This damage is very similar to a blinding attack...or blunt force trama by something quite hot...unless..." OOC: Groove says, "Mis-diagnosis! Sue for malpractice! ;)" First Aid gets a plunger looking device and sticks it over Bolt's left optic. Silverbolt shakes his head carefully, althought not really knowing what caused it. "Head striuck several times," he points out. First Aid gives it a gentle tug and removes his optic...he does the same to the right.First Aid sets the optics inside a special container, which he places in a cold storage tank as the components need to be kept cool if they are not attached to an energy source. Silverbolt patts down some feelings of vulnerability as he lies there blind once more. Twin Twist is just content to lie there with his hand over his face First Aid uses a tiny light inside the optic wells, and sees a searing heat source.First Aid frowns and stands up.First Aid rushes around behind Silverbolt, and using a sonic device, unhinges the top of his head. You can see a few glowing wires connected to a failing imaging system...dangerously close to Bolt's neural net. OOC: Groove says, "Geez, grizly, man. Groove's gonna be sick." OOC: Silverbolt never saw a TF faint ;) First Aid says, "D****!" Twin Twist peeks out. "Wat?" Silverbolt's features betray puzzlement. Groove [GV] pages: You must be quite the sight with your eyes pulled out and your head unhinged. :) First Aid gets an insulator and uses it to surround the part in a fire retardent foam. He then uses a pair of pliars and eases the imaging system out of Bolt's head, slowly. From afar, Groove [GV] grins. If that doesn't hurt, you could really freak people out with it. :) First Aid cuts the wires to the imaging system, leaving Silverbolt in black darkness.First Aid sets the part down, allowing it to cool. He then begins to replace the melted and damage wires with new ones, cut deftly from the spool of wiring. Silverbolt is quiet for a few moments before asking tentietivly, "What is it?" First Aid says, "The blunt trama caused some damage to the imaging system...it overheated. A few hours more and it could have causes a neural core shutdown." Twin Twist grunts. "Maybe 'e pulled yer brain out t'rough yer nosecone." First Aid gets a metal box from inside cold storage, and removes it. Opening the box, he takes out a new imaging system and carefully installs it into Silverbolt's head. Groove decides to head back to the barracks and check in again later. He can't be any more help for today. He waves wearily to the patients and his brothers. First Aid connetcs the wiring and fashions slightly thicker firewalls around it, so that this kind of thing may not happen again. First Aid doesn't see the wave. Groove smiles. "I'm going to have to take a rest cycle, or I'm going to deactivate on my feet." First Aid says, "Very good, Groove...see to that guard duty..." First Aid seems to hear other things said when he is working. Silverbolt snorts to Twin Twist's comment. Groove blinks, and grins in amusement at First Aid's concentration on his work. Twin Twist hehs First Aid finishes the installation and places the head piece back on Silverbolt, which he welds smootly in place. First Aid gets the optics from cold storage, and reinserts them back into his occular cavities gently, hearing the *click* as the connections are secured. Groove heads out into the corridor. "Goodbye everyone, I hope I see you all on your feet again very soon." He smiles at First Aid. "You do good work, brother." Silverbolt comments drly, some words slurred once again, "S...Starscream's not p...plesent." First Aid says, "Yes, everyone should Groove...." Groove heads north out of the Repair Bay. Groove has left. First Aid nods and answers blankly as he runs another check on Silverbolt. Silverbolt doesn't look as he even recalls that. "What...? First Aid nods in satisfaction and relief. "Alright, Silverbolt....you should see a bit better now."First Aid takes Silverbolt's head in his hands and gives it a sharp twist to the left. You hear a click.First Aid says, "There...that will reset your sensory functions..." First Aid says, "The Aerialbots have a switch inside their necks, which should be reset after major repairs for full functionality." Twin Twist snickers and opens his mouth to make a comment, but decides against it. Silverbolt grunts at the movement and then waits for his systems to adjust to the optics. He blinkyblinks. "Unfocused..." he points out...though not noting his systems still have some minor readjusting to do. First Aid picks up a small, flat, disk like objects.First Aid places the disks in Silverbolt's hands. "That will pass shortly while your systems adjust to the repairs." Silverbolt nods slowly. "What are those...in my hands?" First Aid says, "These are tracer disks...I am sure you have seen them before. I wanted you to take them into the training area and practice shooting them to adjust your visual/tracking coordination again."First Aid says, "But..tomorrow of course."First Aid adjusts the medtable to an angle to allow Silverbolt to get more comfortable and to keep his weak energon transferance systems flowing with minimal effort. Silverbolt takes a glance at the disks within his hands and blinks again. "Tomorrow," he muses silently. He glances back up at the medic as he still battles some minor confusion. But as he does his optics scan the heavily damaged and blurred form of his teammate. "Fireflight," he whispers. Twin Twist just snorts. First Aid grins at Silverbolt. "Now, be sure and take it easy for at least 2 cycles, doctors orders, no exceptions. That means no combat except for in the training area, practicing shooting the disks. Just program them for the level you like."First Aid says, "They will help your systems to use their full parameters, which is important after repairs or some vision loss could occur." Twin Twist still has a hand over his optics. He grunts and mutters something to himself. First Aid walks over to Twin Twist. Silverbolt tightens his grip on the onjects he holds. But weakness overcomes him and he loosens his grip. The disks fall uncerimoniously to the floor. He only half hears First Aid until he finishes speaking, realizing there's nothing he can do for his brother at the moment. "What was that?" Twin Twist is quite unaware, if that question was directed at him. He just lies there quietly on his back First Aid is running a check on Twin Twist and says over his shoulder, "You dropped the disks. But don't worry...of course you are going to be very weak and your vision may not return for several hours. Just feel lucky your net wasn't fried permanently." First Aid says, "Blunt force trama can be deadly..please keep that in mind in the future."First Aid looks down into TT's optics, checking the reaction time of the focusing servos withing. Silverbolt leans back and remarks. "I'll...be s..sure to remind the Deceptc..cons of that next time." First Aid scowls at the mention of the Decepticons, and sighs. "All this fighting...no good...means..." Twin Twist squints as his hand is pulled away. He blinks First Aid dims the light over Twin Twist. "Ahh...overnergization...the excess of energon is making your servos stay open too long, allowing in too much light." Silverbolt closes his optics, trying his best to suprress whatever emotions he's feeling. "Couldn't l...let Brawn be taken without a f..fight." First Aid says, "when the energon tubing has flattened a bit, and returned to normal size, the pain from the excess light will pass." Twin Twist just grunts. "Anyt'ing I can do about da 'eadache in da meantime?" First Aid opens Twin's main chest panel and turns down his pain receptors, while speaking to Bolt over his shoulder, "Indeed, Silverbolt. I could not agree with you more. However, it is not worth the cost of your life as I am confident a plan to retrieve him is in effect as we speak. Now please, rest easy Silverbolt. I do not want to have to sedate you...your systems need peace and quiet to heal themselves and adjust...as you do." First Aid looks back at TT as he begins to remove bits of shrapnel from his armor.First Aid says, "The headache is from the excess light...as I said. It will pass as your energon fluids return to normal." Twin Twist relaxes visibly and opens an optic slightly. He still finds the light too bright, but not painfully so. "T'anks. Now wat?" Silverbolt opens his optics into slits, looking up at the diagnostics above him rather bearily before shutting them again. "What...d...do you mean by cost?" he asks, not udnerstanding. First Aid says, "You could have died, Silverbolt."First Aid says, "Would you like a shield in the meantime, Twin Twist?"First Aid puts the bits of shrapnel into a metal bowl...*kachink...tink..tink* Twin Twist gives FA a blank look. "Sheild?" First Aid finishes removing the shrapnel and opens the chest panel, to check for internal damage. First Aid gets a face shield much like the one Bolt was wearing, and places it over TT's face. First Aid says, "Better?" Silverbolt sighs inaudibly. "I...I won't be accuse of betraying a c...comrade," his voice quivers into a whisper. Twin Twist's voice echoes hollowly from underneath. "Uhh, 'eah. But I can't see nuthin'." First Aid sighs in both relief that the firewalls in TT's substantial armor have prevented more than superficial damage, and in frustration at the war and the high price of Cybertronian lives. First Aid says, "Silverbolt, no one would ever think you to betray a commrade. But, a dead Autobot does not return to rescue commrades in the future, nor is he able to be anything except a memory."First Aid says, "Brawn will come back...I am certain of it. Now please, stop worrying about it and rest." Silverbolt pauses before responding, "I...I w...was there when he was *taken. Only tried to prevent it."Silverbolt falls silent then, idly wondering what First Aid is actually meaning in regards to a rescue attempt made on his part. First Aid sighs. "Silverbolt, you have done your duty. As the Terrans would say, you have done your bit for King and country and now you have earned your measure of rest this day. I know you did your best...now I am asking one last time for you to rest and not contemplate this any further until your systems have adjusted to the repairs. Your energon systems need to regain proper flow and then can't do that if you are talking so much... Twin Twist echos irritably. "Is I gonna git fixed or not?" First Aid gets some new panels of armor and sets them next to TT. He then begins to remove the chest panels and the damaged armor, using a sonic device and a laser cutter.First Aid looks at Twin Twist. "I am doing so right now...your pain receptors are turned down so you simply can't feel it." Silverbolt asks, curious..."C...contemplate...what?" First Aid says, "You appear to be debating the possible outcomes of the situation, Silverbolt. I don't believe, by your former condition, that you could have done any more to save Brawn."First Aid says, "You did all you could with very nearly every last inch of your strength." Twin Twist thinks about this for a sec. "Oh." First Aid attaches the new armor to Twin Twist. Silverbolt blinks, comprehending some of this.. "You're...you're the one who b...brought up the rescue," he points out. First Aid completes the repairs to Twin Twist, and slowly turns up his pain receptors to three quarters of normal, to offset his headache.First Aid looks at Silverbolt. "Yes, as I believe that Optimus will have a plan ready very soon to rescue Brawn." Twin Twist stretches a little. "'ow long do I gotta keep dis shield on?" First Aid begins to cleanup, emptying unsalvagable parts into the chute, setting repairable ones in a bin near the desk...cleaning up spilled energon. First Aid says, "Until your energon flow returns to normal...say...6 standard Terran hours."First Aid says, "Unless you'd rather have the headache?" Twin Twist sighs. Silverbolt shakes his head. "N...not what I meant," he states stubbornly. He falls quiet again as his strength surges and ebbs almost in rhythm. Actually...he's not sure of what he meant, or...at least how to phrase what it was he *did* mean. First Aid is not infamous for being a precises judge of feelings, only diagnosis and repair.... OOC: Silverbolt says, "Workaholic ;)"OOC: First Aid nods. :) First Aid seems to be trying to be as comforting as possible...however, is not always successful. Twin Twist scratches at some of the drying plastisteel patch. "Don' worry bout it none, else yer gonna end up dead." First Aid hears the scritching. "Twin Twist please do not do that, or else I shall have to have you restrained. They itch because they are bonding to your armor which is registering as a possible injury." First Aid finishes cleaning up the repair bay to its pristine, sterilized self. Twin Twist grunts irritibly, but stops