Don't mess with friends.

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

Who: Dirge and Breakdown, later Dirge and Wing
What: Breakdown is here to give Dirge a beatdown. And then Wing comes to give him a talking to and ends up patching him up. 
Where: The warehouse.
When: After Dirge does his flyby on Sam.
Warnings: Violence.

[Dirge's only warning that Breakdown is coming will be Breakdown's stomping approach.  He throws open the doors to the warehouse and bellows.]

DIRGE!!

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[dirge]

[There's a hiss from the rear of the area with the most damage. Dirge has collected a good bit of the broken stuff, piling it up in an area he's marked out on the floor with his laser as 'To Fix'. He crouches over it, jaw hanging, cockpit shattered, and a big dent in his middle. The clone relaxes a little when he recognizes the visitor as Wing.]

....If you're here to beat some more sense into me can we at least do it outside?

[knight_light]

[His optics flash in shock at the damage to the Seeker. He crosses towards the larger flyer, a frown on his face.]

I'm not going to hurt you, Dirge. Who did this to you?

[dirge]

[He bristles when Wing gets close to the broken pile, but doesn't move to stop him.]

That big grounder with the orange face. He must be a friend of the Sam Witch.

[knight_light]

[Wing stops by Dirge, crouching down to be more at optic level with the Seeker hunkered over his broken possessions.]

[His voice is soft....and full of hurt.] I'm a friend of "the Sam Witch" too, Dirge...

[He sighs air through his vents and offers a hand.] Will you let me fix you up? I'm not a medic, but I know how to do an okay patch job.

[Medical things first, they can talk after that.]

[dirge]

Then why aren't you beating me up too? [Dirge mutters, digging at the empty spot where his dental is missing.]

[The clone blinks at his hand and then back up at Drift, totally unwilling to leave his pile of broken items.]

If you can do it here. Fix my jaw first. It's driving me crazy.

[knight_light]

Because repaying violent intent with violence is not an acceptable solution.

[He'll settle beside Dirge and pull out a first aid kit, and will reach for Dirge's face. He's no medic, but he can at least do the obvious stuff, like getting Dirge's jaw attached back into place. He's gentle in his work....though his expression never changes from the sad frown.]

Why did you do it, Dirge?

[dirge]

Tell that to Breakdown.

[He grumbles, craning his neck so that Wing can work on his jaw. Though the other jet is careful, it still hurts, and Dirge flinches away a few times with an unhappy hiss.]

Because she's stopping me from doing what I want. And I know how to get rid of ghosts now.

[Well, most of them. His template had asked for something he absolutely could not give.]

[knight_light]

...And what is it she's keeping you from doing?

[workyworkyworky. He's almost got Dirge's jaw back in place.]

[dirge]

Anything I want. [Dirge answers petulantly, because he's sure Wing won't approve of any of it either.]

And that blue buffoon broke my things! A lot of my things!

[knight_light]

And so like a petulant sparkling you tried to kill her. [Dirge is right, Wing doesn’t approve, and his voice is stern...]

[But then his voice turns soft...hurt.] I’m very disappointed with you, Dirge. You betrayed me, does our friendship mean so little to you?

[dirge]

Why does everyone around here call me a sparkling?! [The clone snarls, claws bunching up over his broken items.]

Wait... betrayed you? I did? [He looks momentarily confused and a little frightened, worried Wing is going to revoke their friendship.]

Your friendship is very valuable to me. You know that.

[knight_light]

[He meets Dirge’s optics with a flat stare.] Because you act like one.

[Tone softens, but is still edged with sadness.] And yet you attacked one of my friends, deliberately intended her harm, even though I’d asked you to leave her alone? What you’ve done has really hurt me, Dirge.