Crosscheck is currently sitting in an hovering throne in front of the medical bay computer. Two larges fuel lines are connected into his chest and are pumping him full of energon, without which he could not survive for long. Complicated calculations are currently displayed on the screen and the autobot scientist is examining them...even though he doesn't look good. Crosscheck shakes his head, "If that meteorite infected other worlds, I want you to stay cler from them until we figure out a cure. Do not forget that the Decepticons may be tempted to use those spores as a weapon." <