The Start of Something Interesting...

[lastonepercent]

The day was calm, with no recent Decepticon attacks, and none suspected to be incoming for some time.  The cons were too busy licking their wounds from the last battle, one that the Autobots had decidedly come out ahead on.  The celebrations had gone on long into the night and the recreation room was already a mess.

Thus, it was the perfect chance for a lone Autobot to slip casually outside.

Mirage had no shift currently scheduled, so he was free to spend his time as he pleased.  He certainly made no move to hide his departure, greeting his comrades in the halls on the way out, but the box in his hands remained unopened despite any passing curiosity.  It was quietly shifted into subspace before long, and  the former noble shifted into alt mode just as smoothly when he reached the doors.  Despite the completely inappropriate earthen race car mode, the mech had little trouble self-adjusting before driving off into the forest covering the mountain, for business unknown...

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[cliffjumper]

"I believe we have all the injuries from the power outage under control or treated..." there was a pause and First Aid flicking his glance towards the curtained-off area, but when Ratchet didn't gainsay him, he nodded, "so I should definitely be able to spare the time. Please get yourself situated, Mirage."

pulling the cable he'd had plugged in out, First Aid turned to Cliffjumper, held his hand out and let his scanner flicker over the hand when it was stretched out.

"... No, Cliffjumper. Another three days, and then you can have the permit back," First Aid said, unapologetically cheerful as Cliffjumper grimaced, huffed and opened his mouth.

"But---"

"Medical decision. And unless we have a category A emergency, you're low-priority for battle until those three days are up. You know using a hand for something like firing can mess up the fine workings and calibratrions, Cliffjumper, ending with you being able to aim worse."

Cliffjumper stared up, groaned and dipped his helm in a hesitant nod. He did know that.

"... Fine." With another grumble, the minibot left the medbay.

[lastonepercent]

Mirage sighed, unsurprised by the verdict. Cliffjumper was all too stubborn, and hiding his obviously still healing hand from a medic's eyes and scanner?

He expected nothing less.

But he certainly made no visible reaction to the fact, simply giving Cliffjumper a polite nod as he left.

"I don't know about you, but I will be taking the stairs on the way back," He said, even as he moved himself toward a berth for his treatment.

[cliffjumper]

Before he left, he did catch Mirage's nod, so he threw a hand in the air as a sort of goodbye gesture and then darted out. He hadn't really expected something like that even if it was just a normal polite gesture.

At Mirage's comment, First Aid chuckled as he brought out the needed tool - mostly to help him calibrate what issues might be left that was causing Mirage issues, more than that he couldn't do it with his medic programming.

"Understandable. Let's see about at least getting you to a state where the constant visual input won't have you in pain."