Jack watched as Vehicons moved about, carrying cubes of energon and pushing crates of the precious fluid and carting cargo, while others typed away on large consoles- even bigger than Ratchets. He could see a few coordinates, though was unable to decipher the symbols meanings, rough as his Cybertronian was.

He was soon to be busy himself, due for an examination with the infamous medic Knockout. Non-existent bile built up in the back of his throat at the thought. He certainly wasn't looking forward to it, and hoped to be done with it as soon as possible. After the attempted kidnapping incident spectacular fail, he made no attempt to hide his hate for the 'con. Or his friend. Breakdown, he remembered, who nearly tore Bulkheads head off before loosing an optic. He had more than a few violent thoughts for the pair.

As it happened, Breakdown was with the medic when he entered the medbay. No surprise there. But they were a little close to each other from what he saw, their backs to him. He heard a buzzing noise from the pair, a buffer in the blue mechs hands, Knockout bent partially over as Breakdown moved it slowing across shiny red plating. Knockout muttered lowly, "Mm...little bit lower...to the left...yes! Right there..."

Breakdown removed one hand from the buffer, using it to pull Knockout into a better position for the polishing when Jack coughed awkwardly into his hand, loudly enough to be heard over the buzz.

The mech stopped reaching out, turning to see Skyquake, as did Knockout, whom was irritated at being bothered. He gave a sideways glance, both hands on his hips.

"You know, it's really rude to come into someones space without knocking." He said. "I wasn't expecting you for at least another joor. Didn't you get the message I sent?"

"Obviously not." Jack replied in a stoic, blunt tone, keeping the anger out of his voice. "Even if I did, it wouldn't have stopped me. I want to get this over with. The sooner the better. I had no intention of intruding on either of you."

Lips twitching, Breakdown scoffed at his words. "Doesn't matter anyway. Knockout takes so long with his preening that everyone on the ship has walked in on him at least once. Least this time we were almost done before you came in."

"Right." Jack replied, ignoring the smirk that now plastered Knockouts face. "I'll check before barging in next time."

"I hope so. It's been too long since we had an uninterrupted sessions." Knockout was over by his work table by now, examining his tools one by one. He was taking his time. Jack felt a pulse through his processor.

"Can you hurry up? I have training in less than an hour."

Instant regret filled him at seeing the medic grin cheekily at him. "You never were patient." Slender hands roved over various tools. "Not like your twin, anyway." Jack scowled. Seeing this, the medic made a small jibe. "Still quick-tempered too. I suppose death hasn't changed you too much, hm?"

"More than I care to admit." Jack muttered under his breath. Knockout didn't seem to have heard.

"Lets get started, shall we?" Knockout said casually. He gestured to a metal chair that reclined to allow patients to lay down with less discomfort. It looked more akin to an electric chair than a medical one. Yet he steeled himself, moving to take his place, a grim frown gracing his face plates. The doctor hovered over him, checking information on a datapad. "Now, I'll have to take a look and see how your internal systems are fairing. If a single wire were calibrated incorrectly, it could have catastrophic results."

Jack resisted the urge to swallow.

"And you know what you're doing?"

"I have professed multiple times that I'm better at breaking things than I am at fixing them." He answered with a hum. "However, I am proficient at both, if that's what you were referring too."

Well, that didn't make him feel better in the slightest.

"If I find so much as a wire crossed-"

"I'll be buffing out the scratches and dents for the next orn, yes yes, I know." Knockout waved away his threat with an overly casual hand, moving to stand over where Jack was laying. He tapped Jacks chassis, making him increasingly uncomfortable. "Let's take a look at that spark, shall we?"

Jack rubbed at his chest in agitation, thinking over what Knockout had examined. It wasn't so different from Ratchet's on tests, asides from an increased spark rate and increased stress. That latter wasn't so surprising, considering he had infiltrated the Nemesis. He only wondered how his spark was holding up, despite the fact that Knockout had assured him that it would not interfere with any, ugh, bodily functions.

Now that he was in the training room however, he could take his mind off such things. He needed to stretch out his arms, exercise a little, so his gears wouldn't get rusty. He had hoped to be alone, but that was too much to hope for as he saw vehicons practicing their aim with targets. Too much to hope for he supposed. At the very least, he was grateful that the room had multiple shooting ranges and hand-to-hand combat areas. Blocks of metal that were shaped into rough Cybertronian shapes were scattered across the floor, giving him a chance to practice his sword arm.

Slowly, Jack removed the blade from his back, holding in his hand with a knowledge he hadn't known he possessed. He practiced forms, ensuring he could hold the sword properly before going in to strike then-

The dummy was missing an arm, landing with a loud clang against floor as he sliced through with ease. He grinned to himself, happy with the result. He needed to train more.