Welcome to the Neutral Zone!

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

He rolled his eyes with a huff as he sat down with the cube, “it did knock me out for a little while, and I still have a bit of extra energy lingering under my plating, but I was able to fly and walk here just fine and I’m not in any pain.”

"Hmmm... Maybe the energy has overcharged your frame." Suggested Galen, as he got a hand-scanner from his desk. "Nothing dangerous, if your sparks okay. And even if it's not, the only problem you might face is getting knocked out and or fainting if you overwork yourself. Which I hope you won't do."

"So... he's really fine?" Asked Phoenix with a hint of uncertainty.

"I'm mostly sure that everything's fine, but we will know more with a scan. May I?"

“I guess it couldn’t hurt,” Starhawk shrugged, only half listening to anything being said, “go ahead.”

Galen noticed that Starhawk wasn't fully paying attention and quickly grapped one of his wrenches. Hitting the flier over the head rather softly with it. "Next time you only listen half to what I say, I'm gonna throw you out." Grunted the medic, before switching the wrench for his scanner. Doing a quick scan, while scowling.

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

He rolled his eyes with a huff as he sat down with the cube, “it did knock me out for a little while, and I still have a bit of extra energy lingering under my plating, but I was able to fly and walk here just fine and I’m not in any pain.”

"Hmmm... Maybe the energy has overcharged your frame." Suggested Galen, as he got a hand-scanner from his desk. "Nothing dangerous, if your sparks okay. And even if it's not, the only problem you might face is getting knocked out and or fainting if you overwork yourself. Which I hope you won't do."

"So... he's really fine?" Asked Phoenix with a hint of uncertainty.

"I'm mostly sure that everything's fine, but we will know more with a scan. May I?"

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

Starhawk let’s the kid tug him along, “Phoenix is fine, really. Nothing serious is going on.”

"Then why are the three of you here? If it's not Phoenix then..." Galen grew quiet, as he looked from Phoenix, to Starhawk, to Flinch, and back to Starhawk. Starring at the black flier with a deadpan expression. "You're the reason why we're all here."

Starhawks decals pinned back and he frowned, “I was hit by some kind of energy wave, maybe from an explosion, I don’t know, but I’m fine. Really all I need is some fuel.”

"Did you start to feel weird after the blast hit you?" Asked Galen, aa he made his way over to one of the locked medical cabinets. Taking one cube of Energon out of ity before walking back to the others and handing it to Starhawk.

Pointing to one of the medical berths. "Sit, I might have to run some scans, if that's okay. You might never know if things like that can affect to you negatively."

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

Starhawk let’s the kid tug him along, “Phoenix is fine, really. Nothing serious is going on.”

"Then why are the three of you here? If it's not Phoenix then..." Galen grew quiet, as he looked from Phoenix, to Starhawk, to Flinch, and back to Starhawk. Starring at the black flier with a deadpan expression. "You're the reason why we're all here."

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

Starhawk’s gold decals flicked and he frowned a little. He could understand why Phoenix was worried, but it was starting to get annoying, “ok, I get it, but I really am fine. But, if I do end up keeling over or whatever, you can say ‘I told you so’, alright?”

"And you won't get mad? Promise?" Looks like Phoenix finally decided to stop voicing his worries and simply taking Starhawk's word for it. Didn't mean he was happy with it, but getting a free 'Told you so' card was nice.

"You might regret giving Phoenix the okay to tell you 'Told you so'." Said Flinch, as he knocked on the medical-bay door and quickly dodged a wrench aimed at his head. All the while wondering how Galen managed to throw this high.

"This better be about live and death, or Primus help me Flinch!" Growled the medic as he looked at each mech present. Arms crossed and a deep scowl on his face. "It was movie-time with Polaris and Con."

“I mean I’ll probably be annoyed, nobody likes being wrong,” Starhawk shrugged. He stepped back as he watched the wrench fly overhead, landing somewhere back down the corridor with a clatter. Wow, that was quite the throwing arm Galen had.

“Geez, nice to see you again too,” he turned his pale eyes back to the medic, his hands resting over his hips.

He gets it from his carrier. "Don't tell me Phoenix got into another fight, and you were there to safe him." Galen was still mad at everyone currently standing in front of his medical bay, but seeing Starhawk show up without a call before hand sure enough caused some of the anger to disappear.

Galen was still furious though. "Alright, get in, before I decide that everyone of you needs a wrench to the head."

And to not make the medic even more angry, Phoenix was quick to pull Starhawk through the door and towards the nearest medical berth.

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

Starhawk’s gold decals flicked and he frowned a little. He could understand why Phoenix was worried, but it was starting to get annoying, “ok, I get it, but I really am fine. But, if I do end up keeling over or whatever, you can say ‘I told you so’, alright?”

"And you won't get mad? Promise?" Looks like Phoenix finally decided to stop voicing his worries and simply taking Starhawk's word for it. Didn't mean he was happy with it, but getting a free 'Told you so' card was nice.

"You might regret giving Phoenix the okay to tell you 'Told you so'." Said Flinch, as he knocked on the medical-bay door and quickly dodged a wrench aimed at his head. All the while wondering how Galen managed to throw this high.

"This better be about live and death, or Primus help me Flinch!" Growled the medic as he looked at each mech present. Arms crossed and a deep scowl on his face. "It was movie-time with Polaris and Con."

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

“Sheesh, that wouldn’t help the headache,” Hawk let out a mildly amused snort, “and I’m fine, kid. Just landed a little too fast. Happens.”

"I doubt that you're the one getting it, considering you're going to be the patient." Said Flinch with a small shrug. "Either way, do you feel well enough to go on your own, or should I carry you?"

"That doesn't sound like you." The concerned look returned to Phoenix's face. "Are you sure you're fine? Like, onehundred precent sure?"

“My legs are working, I can walk,” Starhawk sighed, “I’m fine, really. No need to worry. If I do have any damage, I’m sure it’s minor.”

"That's what I said once too! And then it turned out to be worse than just 'a minor damage'!" Phoenix huffed, before starting to pull Starhawk towards the medical-bay. With Flinch trailing after the two.

"I'm sorry for Phoenix. He sometimes worries too much when it comes to possible injuries. Especially when they happen in space." Said Flinch. Smiling nervously. "He's made some bad memories."

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

“Sheesh, that wouldn’t help the headache,” Hawk let out a mildly amused snort, “and I’m fine, kid. Just landed a little too fast. Happens.”

"I doubt that you're the one getting it, considering you're going to be the patient." Said Flinch with a small shrug. "Either way, do you feel well enough to go on your own, or should I carry you?"

"That doesn't sound like you." The concerned look returned to Phoenix's face. "Are you sure you're fine? Like, onehundred precent sure?"

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

“Hey I was built for speed, so don’t worry about me,” Starhawk remained close, letting Flinch lead him along, “besides, my wings and thrusters are perfectly functional.”

Flinch wasn't all that convinced, but he didn't voice any of that. Starhawk could be right after all. He didn't want to risk getting in an argument.

Instead, he picked up even more speed. And soon enough, they were nearing one of the Neutral Zone's hangars. With Flinch slowing down as he flew inside and landed. Letting Phoenix hop out of his cockpit, before transforming into robot-mode.

Starhawk had been able to keep up with Flinch during the flight. He followed him into the hangar, changing back to bot mode and landing with a slight stumble. He gave his head a shake and looked around.

“What are we doing again? Oh, Phoenix! Hi again! Since you can hear me now.”

"We're getting you stright to Galen. That stumble didn't look good." Said Phoenix, as he grapped Starhawk's hand. A small, concerned thrown on the kids face, that was quickly replaced with a small smile.

It was good to see Starhawk again after all. "And a 'Hi' to you too."

Flinch just shook his head at the two, before comming Galen to ask where he was and to let him know that he'll have someone to look over. Flinching only once, as the medic scolted him harshly for calling him during his off-time, before letting him know that he'll be there. ".... One of us will get a wrench to their heads..."

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

“Hey I was built for speed, so don’t worry about me,” Starhawk remained close, letting Flinch lead him along, “besides, my wings and thrusters are perfectly functional.”

Flinch wasn't all that convinced, but he didn't voice any of that. Starhawk could be right after all. He didn't want to risk getting in an argument.

Instead, he picked up even more speed. And soon enough, they were nearing one of the Neutral Zone's hangars. With Flinch slowing down as he flew inside and landed. Letting Phoenix hop out of his cockpit, before transforming into robot-mode.

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

Starhawk stiffened at the suggestion that his spark might be damaged. He was quite sure he’d be able to tell if something was wrong though. Maybe.

“Um, no I can fly. Just lead the way.”

"Are you sure? I would hate for you to get suddenly ill, or something, while we're on our way back. I wouldn't even mind flying you back! Really." Flinch said, before realizing that he might sound a little bit pushy. "B-but you're right. I'll... I'll just fly ahead. But you WILL tell me when something's wrong." And with that said, Flinch lead the way. Slowly at first, to see how Starhawk was doing.

“Alright, I guess I will,” Starhawk rolled his eyes and shifted into his alt form, “if it hinders my flying anyway, but I’ll be fine.”

At Flinch’s slower speed, Starhawk easily stayed at his side. He actually seemed bored already, “you’re not usually this slow, are you?”

"I.... no. I'm usually a lot faster. Like, outflying every missile you could throw at me, fast. But I'm worried that you might not be able to fly any faster." Answered Flinch, followed by a small nervous chuckle.

"But if you want to pick up the speed, we sure can." And with that said, the bigger flier sure enough flew faster. Maybe not as fast as he could, but it was still an improvment from the speed they were flying before.

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

Starhawk stiffened at the suggestion that his spark might be damaged. He was quite sure he’d be able to tell if something was wrong though. Maybe.

“Um, no I can fly. Just lead the way.”

"Are you sure? I would hate for you to get suddenly ill, or something, while we're on our way back. I wouldn't even mind flying you back! Really." Flinch said, before realizing that he might sound a little bit pushy. "B-but you're right. I'll... I'll just fly ahead. But you WILL tell me when something's wrong." And with that said, Flinch lead the way. Slowly at first, to see how Starhawk was doing.

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

“Oh, okay,” Starhawk paused in thought before shrugging, “I don’t know. Were you guys headed anywhere?”

"We were going to head back to the Neutral Zone, but I don't kow if you want to go there too. I mean, we could help you get to the nearest planet, it shouldn't be far, but if you want medical attention or some energon, I'm unusre if you'll get it down there." If Flinch could have shrugged in his alt-mode, he would have. But considering the design of the earth vehicle, he couldn't.

"It's your decision. Either way, we're ready to help you."

“Energon sounds good. I probably should get checked out as well,” Hawk swayed on his hips a bit, “I was hit by some kind of energy pulse or something recently, knocked me out. I wonder if there’s some deep space mining going on around here, I’m not sure.”

His wings twitched and readjusted themselves, “anyway, I still have some excess energy from the wave. No pain at least, I actually feel great! (aside from a mild headache and I am hungry) But I guess it’s better to be safe than sorry, right?”

Flinch was quiet for a moment as he thought about what Starhawk said. He didn't know what deep space mining would have to do with the flier's situation, but at the same time, it might as well be something that could be the cause for it? Oh well, they should concentrate on getting Starhawk back to the Neutral Zone. One step at a time, as Record would say. "I just hope Galen's not going to blow a gasket. Not that he would start yelling at you, it's not really your fault, but you know him. Grumpy facade, but deep down he's worried to Luna-1 and back." Said Flinch, before speaking up with a surprisingly serious tone. "Just because you feel great doesn't mean you're fine. You could have all kinds of troubles! Who know! Maybe the blast messed up your spark, or something!" Exclaimed Flinch, before muttering a quiet "Sorry." "E-either way... Yea... I could let you into the cockpit, or you could hold onto my frame. Or, if you got some robe, I could pull you along."

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

“Oh, okay,” Starhawk paused in thought before shrugging, “I don’t know. Were you guys headed anywhere?”

"We were going to head back to the Neutral Zone, but I don't kow if you want to go there too. I mean, we could help you get to the nearest planet, it shouldn't be far, but if you want medical attention or some energon, I'm unusre if you'll get it down there." If Flinch could have shrugged in his alt-mode, he would have. But considering the design of the earth vehicle, he couldn't.

"It's your decision. Either way, we're ready to help you."

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

“Oh, Finch! … Flinch,” Hawk corrected himself and waved hello, “geez, what a strange yet lucky coincidence meeting you way out here! What are you doing?”

"I could ask you the same thing, Starhawk." Said Flinch, as he slowly moved down and underneath the other fliers frame. Giving Starhawk something to either hold on to, or to sit down on. If you even can sit down, if you're in space.

"But I'm here to 'stretch my wings', and Phoenix wanted to tag along. Which means I'm currently playing chariot."

“Ooh, Phoenix is here too?” Starhawk, ignoring Flinch’s question, stood over his cockpit and waved, “HEYYYY!”

Phoenix looked up nervously as soon as he saw a shadow over the cockpit, but a big smile broke out on his face the second he saw Starhawk. While also waving enthusiastic at the taller flier.

"He can't really hear you in there, because of how the cockpit is build, but Phoenix's saying 'Hi' either way." Chuckled Flinch. "And he's asking if we could take you anywhere."

Man his head hurt…

What happened? He couldn’t remember… no, wait… it was coming back now.

An emergency shutdown. Cause? An energy surge, but from where? From what? Some kind of explosion? How long has he been out?

He scans the stars surrounding him. He’s been out of it for a little while it seems, nothing crazy at least. Energy is still crackling under his plating and he shifts uncomfortably. At least he’s not starving or injured this time.

Whatever had happened, it must’ve caught him completely off guard. He couldn’t remember a thing that could’ve caused the shutdown, or the excess energy still running through his systems. Regardless, it might be best to find something solid to land on so he could better get ahold of himself and figure out what he should do from here or what he might’ve missed.

“Oh, Finch! … Flinch,” Hawk corrected himself and waved hello, “geez, what a strange yet lucky coincidence meeting you way out here! What are you doing?”

"I could ask you the same thing, Starhawk." Said Flinch, as he slowly moved down and underneath the other fliers frame. Giving Starhawk something to either hold on to, or to sit down on. If you even can sit down, if you're in space.

"But I'm here to 'stretch my wings', and Phoenix wanted to tag along. Which means I'm currently playing chariot."