#codeblue answers

Gary watches the other goat and bleats softly, eyeing the much larger figure while trying to casually scarf up his own supply of food. It isn't until Codeblue walks in and finds both goats thar Gary calms down, trotting over to hide behind the medic who stares at the other goat with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"Y'know. I'd probably be more alarmed about this if I wasn't already so used to Gary's bullshit." He muses to himself before reaching into his subspace and pulling out a bag of oxidized pats and holding it open for the bigger goat.

Medix glanced down at Prowl from where he sat upright on the berth reading. His gaze a bit imperceptible. There wasn't Codeblue's sardonic grin lighting up his features, no haunted look in his optics. He was just... professionally relaxed. He stood as Prowl spoke and leaned over to get a more proper scan.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you could tell the difference. How're you feeling?" He asked. He paused for a moment and sat back on his heels. "Sorry for the situation, by the way. Blue wasn't in a place to properly handle you crashing next to him in berth. Scalpel called me in. She handled most of it, though. Got into bits of you most medics need specialized tools or hopes and prayers for." He mused, his tone light but not nearly as performative as his brother's. Looking closer one could see the actual differences. Medic was stockier, had clearly gotten some defensive armor upgrades at some point. His blues were lighter and where Codeblue would have silver or darker blue Medix had hints of red and yellow. At one point in their lives, however, they were likely identical if you didn't look for the small differences.

Send ➳ for your character to receive mine as a gift/spoil of war.

Well, it certainly wouldn't be the first time Codeblue had been captured by Decepticons. Being a dedicated pacifist in the middle of a war tended to do that to you when you've been drafted. First time he'd been offered up as a gift though. That was certainly new. Usually he was just gagged and thrown in a cell for awhile or used as free medical care for their troops. He didn't mind. Helping was helping. The part he didn't like was having patients keep coming back full of holes and wounds after he'd just finished patching them up.

And the innocent bystanders. ...he hated that part too. More than anything he hated that.

But being offered up as a gift. Too different to quantify. He gave an oof as he was shoved roughly to his knees before the ruling Decepticon, wrists chafing in his binds. "Ow. Rude. It's not like I'm resisting." He grumbled, trying to make light of a situation that was, honestly, a bit terrifying.

Redstrike is the first to find her since he's rather good at predicting even unpredictable behavior. But he isn't the one to take over her direct care this time. Rather, it's Codeblue who hoists Umber off and drags her to Redstrike's washracks across the hall from the medical bay. He sets up a wash for her and leans against the wall with his arms crossed and a rather bemused smile on his face.

Codeblue laughs, "I wasn't talking about you. Though I do count you as mischevious, just so you're aware." He shakes his head however and grabs Rodimus by the collar faring, dragging him down as his surgical mask snaps back. He kisses Rodimus soundly, biting Roddy's lower-lip as he pulls away and smirks, patting the prime on the cheek.

Redstrike glances up from his work and smiles, his tail flicking against the surface of his couch as he spots Jazz approaching in his blanket cloak. " Oh no, whatever shall I do, it appears someone is stalking me." He muses aloud.