...I didn't do it! O_o;; [Autobot Encrypt]

[fowl_play]

.....after Sparky's announcement about that green Decepticon being allowed free run of the Ark, he showed up down here in medbay to have a tracker istalled. I don't know why, but I felt the need to warn Ratchet that the job needed to be done quick as possible and our "visitor" tossed back out into the halls

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[techshop]

Hey, I've set a paint-bomb trap for whoever's been swiping stuff out of my supply cabinets again, and I wouldn't have you miss seeing a 'bot or two sneaking around here all splattered with neon pink paint, you know. So yeah, you'll see me in a bit.

*With that, Wheeljack gently made the adjustments that sent Ratchet into stasis. Once he'd confirmed that the medic was unconscious, he glanced at Finch, shaking his head slightly.*

This kind of thing bothers a lot of 'bots, so you don't need to stay in here if you don't want to.

[fowl_play]

*Finch, currently seated on a nearby table, shakes her head.* I'll stay, I think... Not much else for me to do at the moment, anyway.

.oO (Or rather, I CAN think of a few other things I COULD be doing...but I don't want to stir things up while Wheeljack's doing such delicate work on Ratchet's optics and cranial unit...)

[techshop]

*The engineer nodded, carefully removed Ratchet's helmet, and set to work. The steady flow of power through the relays, and the soft glow of the indicators reassured Wheeljack, until he found a disturbing darkness where several lights had gone out.

Repressing a sigh, Wheeljack changed out some of his usual tools for a set of miniature instruments, and began the delicate task of tracing the damage to see how extensive it was before he could even think of making repairs.*

[lucky_777]

. o O (*sigh* Why do I get the feeling this is going to be blamed on me somehow, too?)

[fowl_play]

*Finch eyes the green mech a moment, still seated on the table. In her hurry to get someone to help Ratchet, she just about forgot the supposed 'Con was still there. At this point, she's wondering if maybe she ought to chase him out before anything else happens... But oddly, she doesn't. Rather, she looks him over, trying to feel out just WHAT kind of mech he is...*

...the slag is your name, anyway? And why did you get dropped here?

[lucky_777]

My name's Jinx, or that's what my father called me. I have this weird feeling that it was something else, but I'm not sure...

*rubs the back of his head* Father said I didn't belong with the Decepticons. Said the Autobots were my "real family" or something like that. Something about how he couldn't erase the sins of the past, but he could try to atone. Or something like that. He was in a weird mood at the time.

*sighs* Maybe I shouldn't be in here. Or here in general...

[fowl_play]

*Finch suddenly feels a pang of pity for the green mech, something of a concerned look crossing her faceplate

[techshop]

*The engineer shuttered his optics and shook his head slightly as the PA blared its message into the silence of the Med Bay.

[Comm:Ark PA]Attention Autobots! Megatron an' an unknown Decepticon are assaultin' Las Vegas! All available personnel assemble in the control room IMMEDIATELY!*

Oh, great. What's up with that? Megatron lose too much at the roulette wheel or something?

*Wheeljack activated his comm, and patched a call through to Red Alert.*

[comm: Red Alert] Listen, Red. Scratch both me and Ratchet from this Las Vegas thing, ok? I'm right in the middle of trying to get him back up to speed and there's no way I can stop now. [/comm]

*After a quick glance at the monitors to make sure his patient was still stable, Wheeljack turned his attention back to the task at hand and continued the delicate work of tracing down the damage and repairing Ratchet's optical processor.*

[techshop]

*As more reports of Decepticon activity came pouring from the PA speakers, Wheeljack started tuning it out. He needed all of his concentration for the task at hand, and since there wasn't anything he could do about the problems in Las Vegas, Texas and Primus knew where else, he wasn't going to let it distract him.

Carefully teasing out the final bits of damaged circuitry, the engineer paused long enough to shake the cramps from his hands before picking up the first of the replacement parts. All during the removal process, Wheeljack had been sending orders to his maintenance drones for them to bring the necessary parts out of storage. Now that he was ready to start rebuilding, he had everything he needed at hand.

It won't be long now, old friend.

[fowl_play]

*Finch watches from where she's sitting, attention divided between Jinx and what's going on nearby... She regards the stasis locked medic with a worried expression. ...knowing Ratchet is the ONLY officer left in the Ark doesn't make her feel much better, either, what with Prowl, Jazz AND Blaster all now out and dealing with the Decepticons...*

*She says nothing directly to Wheeljack, however...not wanting to distract him...not wanting him to make a mistake...*