Psychiatric conference: 01-99-23-1839.
Present: Solace(Dr. med. dipl. psych.), Echo(cand. psych. ph.d.), Serenity(Psychotherapist.), Megatron(functioning director at D-14.), Sonar(Supportive function.), Nacelle(Dr. med. dipl. psych.).
"As you all have noticed, we have a new face among us." Solace comments with a nod towards his fellow psychiatrist. "I have asked Nacelle to come, because we need someone that has a deeper insight in seekers and the way prolonged trauma might affect them."
Nacelle looks around the table, his optics not missing the way Megatron radiates restrained anger, before they return to Solace.
"Thank you for summoning me. I have read the files you sent me, and as Echo has suspected, Skywarp is a clear case of PTSD, whereas, Thundercracker is harder to diagnose. I will have to conduct a deeper evaluation of him, before I can give you anything concrete to work with."
His attention keeps returning to the director and Megatron's deepening frown.
"How are they doing?"
Sonar's rotor moves imperceptible, but he catches it with his sensors, and he frowns at the way the guard looks down at the table.
"How is Skywarp doing, Sonar?" He asks, "I can understand you have been assigned to him the last few weeks."
Sonar looks up, his optics helplessly searching Megatron's, while the director's anger visibly skyrockets.
"He is in isolation." Megatron finally answers, voice full of his restrained anger.
"You put a traumatized seeker in isolation." Nacelle states incredulous.
"HE MOLESTED THUNDERCRACKER!" Megatron's chair falls to the floor and he leans threateningly towards the guest psychiatrist, "That seeker has suffered enough. Yes, I put Skywarp in isolation. To protect Thundercracker!"
"When did this happen?" He looks around the table, while Megatron rights his chair and sits down, still bristling with anger.
"Yesterday." Sonar answers, clearly uncomfortable with the topic.
"I would have liked to know this beforehand." He turns to Solace, "I will need to see it."
Megatron throws the datapad containing the footage onto the table.
"There you have it." He growls.
Silence fills the room, while Nacelle watches the recording of the incident between the two seekers, his optics following Skywarp's actions closely. When he looks up from the datapad, he meets Megatron's challenging gaze, "Release him."
If looks could kill...
But Nacelle remains unwavering, staring into Megatron's furious optics.
"No." Megatron refuses, voice cold.
"He has done nothing wrong." Nacelle stresses, "On the contrary, he helped Thundercracker."
"Helped him..." Megatron splutters incredulous.
"Yes." Nacelle leans forward, his voice forthright and serious, "It is a 'cold' overload, not a case of molestation."
"I think you need to explain that. I haven't heard that terminology before." Solace comments.
"It is a rather extensive topic, going into the deeper aspect of the seeker's anatomy. It will have to wait." Nacelle explains and rises from his chair, "Right now, I need to see Skywarp."
Meeting adjourned.
Next psychiatric conference scheduled to 01-00-26-1839.
"How has he been?" Nacelle asks, following the guard on duty at the detention center down the corridor to the isolation cells.
"Silent." Hotglide shrugs, "Haven't moved at all."
"No violence? Or other reaction at all?" The psychiatrist asks, worry growing.
"Nope." They arrive at Skywarp's cell and Hotglide unlocks it, "Didn't even fight when he was put in there."
"Thank you. You can go. I'll handle this."
"Are you sure?" Hotglide asks doubtful, visibly sizing him up, but then seems to come to a conclusion and shrugs, "If you need assistance, don't hesitate to hail us. We won't be faraway."
Hotglide leaves, and Nacelle turns to the door.
Skywarp looks up when the door opens, the light from the corridor spilling into the room. A moment later it closes, but the light in the ceiling turns on and he adjusts his optics to the intensity.
"Skywarp."
A gentle calm voice.
His field reacts to another reaching out to him.
'Carrier. Bonded. Understanding. Care.' Washes over him, and he stares in marvel at the green and white seeker in front of him.
Nacelle feels Skywarp's optics map him out, but his bonded status should keep the black and purple seeker from getting ideas.
"I know what happened." He states softly, "You helped him, but they don't understand the deeper interpersonal relations between seekers. They think you hurt him, but I know that isn't true."
A violent sob.
Finally someone that understands!
Tears press on behind his optics, and when the green and white seeker kneels in front of him, he leans into the offered embrace. Feeling the soothing field encompass him, the tears burst from his optics and he cries loudly.
"I didn't hurt him." He snivels, "I never would."
"I know, and I am here to release you." Nacelle comforts, anger rising at the feeling of Skywarp's despairing field.
He needs to have a serious talk with Megatron about the use of isolation.
It is not healthy for anyone to be isolated, but for a seeker, it is like torture.