Shutting his optic off, Sixshot turns his head into the shaky touch, finally, finally letting relief wash over him. First Aid was stable. First Aid was alive.

"Not exactly." Tarn wasn't quite that classification of power, but he was close. Not that he needed to be close to hurt First Aid; the medic wasn't anywhere near the same level of power as even the lowest ranking Warrior Elite.

"You should go back to sleep. Self repair is going to take a while to sort through everything." At least, that's what the medical techie support team always told him and Sixshot had always done his best to obey. Didn't really work out with the mission loads he tended to get though.