November 6, 2011 (Repair Depot, Polyhex) --- Nova Black walks into the medbay, trying hard to keep her steps even, and not particularly succeeding. Scorch marks from Autobot laser fire pepper her frame, and there's an especially nasty-looking burn mark on one of her wings, right near the joint. Some of the circuitry beneath the plating is exposed, and energon drips from the wound. Her optics flicker with weariness or pain, but as she catches sight of Quickrazor they glow brightly. She knows very well she can't hide the extent of the damage, but she'll be slagged if she's going to let herself show weakness. "Hey, Doc," she calls, her voice loud and strong despite the sorry condition of her frame and the considerable pain in her wing.