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[notyourblueangel]

I'm assuming you people are working on ways to "fix" what's happened and get the . . . the "us" who were here before returned.

So what happens to the "us" who are here now, assuming you're successful?

[He bristles, mismatched wings twitching.]

Because I am NOT. GOING. BACK.

[He starts to turn off the feed, but hesitates . . . and finally adds.]

Also . . . a medic willing to work on a Seeker.  I need to find one.  [Because he's still all beaten to crap like he was that first day.]  That is all.

[Now he shuts off the feed.]

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[Action!] 8D

[notyourblueangel]

[The door opens easily enough. He's actually in Alpha Trion's library, gaze roving over the numerous tomes of knowledge lost and forgotten. He turns at the sound of the door opening, though not before Glit gets a good look at his back. Actually, his front isn't looking that great either.]

Master Glit.

[He...doesn't even realize all of what he just said, merely giving the medi-cat a nod of acknowledgement.]

[Action!] /o/

[glitteratimedic]

[Glit only misses a step at the misspoken title, shaking his head as he trots on over and leaps up onto the table nearest to Thundercracker.]

...'Medical Officer Glit' will suffice, if you insist on standing on formalities, though 'Glit' is just fine. Now let me get a good look at you - you're such a mess, I barely know where to start.

[He pulls out a small scanner, raking it over the Seeker's frame to check for internal injuries.]

[Action!]

[notyourblueangel]

[Strange . . . so strange . . . but whatever. The Seeker will humor him at worst. And at best? Maybe this quadruped can actually do what he claims he can.]

...Glit, then. [After all, if he doesn't /have/ to use titles...then why do so? If the other is pretty much /telling/ him to act like an equal, he's fragging well going to take advantage of it.]

[He'll shift closer still to the table, turning to face the medi-cat. And the internal damage is almost as extensive as the external, though much of it is more a matter of neglect and poorly-administered prior repairs that have rusted, cracked, are leaking slightly, catching on other parts, or just otherwise in bad shape. There's little to nothing on the Seeker, frankly, that /doesn't/ hurt. He's just learned to live with it and make himself functional in spite of it all.]

[Action!]

[glitteratimedic]

Good.

[Glit approves of the change in address, but he can only shake his head as the injury list starts piling up; thankfully for Thundercracker, he is a professional.]

Well. You're going to be here for bit.

[His vast understatement is dryly pronounced, and he whips out a cube from his own storage space, offering the bright pink cube to the seeker.]

Get on the medtable so I can actually reach you, and drink this while you're at it.

[Action]

[notyourblueangel]

[Wry and pushy (but concerned?) he can deal with.  It's a nice change from what he's used to.  He's fallen rather quiet as the medi-cat looks him over –he /knows/ it's a lot.  He can feel it.  He's silent as he nods, accepting the cube and settling on the medtable.]

  …thank you.