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Post by Thrasher on Jul 23, 2015 3:48:16 GMT
Thrasher nodded to the femme, sealing the hatch of the reformatting machine. As the hatch shut, dim lights lit up the interior. The last thing Breech and Hotwire saw before going into stasis was a series of mechanical limbs with surgical tools moving in towards her frame. It would be many cycles before the machine would end. When it would finish, the Femme would wake up and be able to signal she was ready.
Thrasher then turned to Gateway. The recruit had seen little of the universe, and many things still seemed to confuse or surprise him.
That was Hotwire and Breech Loader, the newest member of our family. They are two femmes sharing a single body. Now don't be daft, go find Ichor and get the quarantine taken care of.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 23, 2015 4:00:59 GMT
It wasn't entirely as perfectly painless as Thrasher had claimed. There was a moment of pain as a precisely-aimed electrical pulse forced Breech/Hotwire's programming and body to be able to accept the unnatural oncoming changes.
It was brief, barely a nano-click in length, but it It paralyzed her with its strength and suddenness, making it impossible even to cry out in the shock. It ravaged through her processing, frame and Spark like a savage dog gnawing on a living child's guts.
Then stasis lock kicked in, and the femme slumped into her own darkness, just before the tools began dissecting her, piece by piece.
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Post by Gateway on Jul 23, 2015 4:08:19 GMT
I'm on my way. Gateway responded to Thrasher.This is great, I have no idea where Ichor is and now I have a commander staring down on me. If only I could just work on my own things. Gateway thought as he walked about the Axiom looking for Ichor. He then commed him. ::Thrasher is looking for you, we need to take care of the quarantine by your bio lab, there was a major release of your expiriments. Your the only one that can safely go in there.:: He walked to the solid blast door blocking off the corridor leading to the lab.
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Ichor
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Post by Ichor on Jul 23, 2015 13:30:01 GMT
After getting his systems maintenance, Ichor had gone down to his Bio-Lab. Knowing it was in quarantine by the doors blocking him, he sealed his armor and stepper inside. Carefully maneuvering through the hazardous area, Ichor stumbled across the decayed corpse of Smolder. Ichor stood still, staring at the look of horror etched on the destroyed face.
Exventing slowly, Ichor moved on and searched for his cleaning tools. The lab was still dark due to not getting much repairs yet. Ichor had to use lights built into his chassis to navigate the wreckage and chemical spills. Soon enough he'd be around where he kept his disease purgers.
:: I am... Cleaning...
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Post by Breech Loader on Jul 23, 2015 17:34:49 GMT
After several hours, the machine ground to a halt.
Breech - or Hotwire, it was hard to tell right now - could be seen through the glass lying there deep in stasis lock, a number of needles and IVs still buried in her body, siphoning out old Energon. The machine continued to apply the changes, driving them through every subconscious resistance.
Ironically, it was all going exactly as expected. Even though she was willing mentally, the changes weren't normal for her body so every one of them had to be brutally forced through.
One tube was pushed the full length down her throat, and deeply into her gut as the attempts to reject it increased, forcing fresh, untouched Energon deep into her and then preventing her from purging it.
Another needle was plunged deep into her T-Cog, making the final few inner changes. These last few minutes were crucial. Her body made one final, frantic attempt to prevent the changes, seizing up repeatedly, but the machine locked her in place so that even that couldn't get her away from it.
But she had no choice but to submit, going limp against it. Her body accepted the changes - including heavier armour, a new standard Alt with 6 rotors and three machine guns, and as a sign of this, her colour scheme altered all by itself, a black and green scheme.
Only then, the needles and locks withdrew from her, the final one being the tube eight feet down her throat.
The door unlocked and opened, showing the changed femme, completely comatose.
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Post by Thrasher on Jul 24, 2015 6:03:32 GMT
Walking over, Thrasher gently lifted up the comatose femme. His servos hissed and clicked as they shifted to accommodate her weight. It was not that she was particularly heavy for a femme, but that his servos were set for more intricate movements prior. Making sure he had a good hold of her body, Thrasher carefully walked over to a berth, where he gently laid her down and attached life-sign monitoring equipment to her frame. Should anything go wrong, he would receive a signal from the Axiom.
Welcome to the fold...
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Post by Gateway on Jul 27, 2015 1:38:39 GMT
I hope Ichor is okay on there, even if it's him it shouldn't be safe in there. I guess he should be okay, he knows what he's doing. Gateway was talking to himself as he paced in front of the quarantine door. He was stressed about the whole situation, meeting the new recruit in some time, having a commander once again, and the whole quarantine. This was crazy, even with all the things Gateway has been through as an Avacon.
He commed Ichor just in case. ::Hey, you okay in there? Any news on the clean up? He sat there for a moment thinking to himself on what else to say. Also, if there's anything of interest, please tell me if it's salvagable, Thrasher may want to know.::
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Ichor
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Post by Ichor on Aug 1, 2015 23:27:14 GMT
Shifting around in the dark, Ichor had come back to the quarantine door to begin more methodical methods of cleaning, and deployed fields to block the spread of disease back to where he had already cleaned. His lime optics scanned Smolder again, before eventually he placed his equipment down and knelt before his friend's corpse. Reaching to his side, Ichor drew his sword and cleanly cut Smolder's helm from his body.
Taking the helm in servo, Ichor stood up and quietly walked towards the quarantine door. Sheathing his sword again, Ichor turned the disembodied helm around to look at him. The mech cooked his own helm as he stared into the dead optics. Exventing again, he turned it around and placed it in the viewport of the door.
::Everything is salvage when clean... ::
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Post by Breech Loader on Aug 2, 2015 0:04:38 GMT
In the Repair Bay, the femme lying on the bunk is only now coming online. Her colours have changed to black and green, and she has more rotors - in fact a few other little things are moving into place, like a burning acid coming to ooze over the extra, sturdier rotors on her back - but she's still recognizable, with the same wide hips that require turning sideways to get through doors.
Her mode has been made stronger by better integration too, since she has become notably shorter.
She looks at the back of a hand.
"Interesting..."
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Post by Thrasher on Aug 2, 2015 0:37:54 GMT
Leaning against a wall, Thrasher had been waiting for some sort of activity to need his attention. When he noticed the femme was waking up, he shifted to his pedes and walked over. Her new frame was mostly the same shape, though her colors and alt-mode components were vastly different. His shoulder panels clicked as they realigned and his armor followed in shifting to appear more noble.
Welcome back to the realm of the online, I hope in time that you will become sisters within our team, our family. Thrasher said sincerely, extending a servo to help her up and off the berth.
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Post by Breech Loader on Aug 2, 2015 0:49:01 GMT
The 19' femme accepts his hand shortly. She's not tall, but she does give the impression of having compacted it into a smaller space.
"We... we felt like we were dreaming," Breech replies, "And I'll confess, it... wasn't exactly pleasant..."
She rubs her neck, still a little sore.
"I feel like I... died or something. Still, I'm glad to be here."
"Me too," Hotwire's smile isn't quite so welcoming as Breech's, but distinctly more trusting than before.
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Post by Gateway on Aug 2, 2015 0:50:06 GMT
::Thank goodness, I was worried your... progress... would be lost in the process of this. Gateway said without meaning what he said. He never understood Ichor's "science", what good is science that knows no ally, everyone is equally likely to die. I'll inform Thrasher, alert me if there is any situation.:: Gateway said as he slowly started off to to infirmary. He was excited to see the new appearance of the recruit, it had to be interesting given the time she took preparing it. He switched his comm to Thrasher. ::Ichor has looked around and says all's good, everything can be salvaged from the quarantine once cleaned. I'm on my way to meet the recruit.:: Gateway transformed and accelerated toward Thrasher's location.
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Post by Thrasher on Aug 3, 2015 12:40:10 GMT
Thrasher gently pulled the femme up, helping her to her pedes and having his other servo ready to catch her should her servos not be fully ready to support her body yet. He knew it was easy for the new networking of servos to not be in sync with a being's processor, and cause them to have to learn how to move again. He chuckled a bit as he recalled seeing Ichor collapse immediately, and crawl around using his servos until another soldier picked him up and put him on his berth.
Some of us do die, some Avacons are very little of who they were prior to the upgrade. If you are well enough, I'll find you a chamber in the quarters for you to have solitude and privacy. Thrasher said calmly, quickly reaching to his comm and tapping a small button that sent Gateway an "understood" ping.
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Post by Breech Loader on Aug 3, 2015 12:48:23 GMT
Hotwire staggers a little, clutching her head as it spins and she gets a distinct feeling of vertigo (the regular kind).
"What... what do you do all day, anyway? 'Cons send people out to offline each other. Autobots seem to spend the best part of every day mating. Both are good..." she grins a bit, "But there's gotta be a better use of my time now we're here."
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Post by Gateway on Aug 3, 2015 21:50:14 GMT
Gateway pulled into the infirmary just as Breech asked Thrasher what the Avacons do. He transformed back into his robot mode and stepped into the room. We do what this galaxy needs. The war is a pile of mistakes from both sides. The Decepticons are monsters and the Autobots have no indivuality. Both sides are wrong, so we are trying to make this war collapse on them both. He thought about what he saying to the recruit, even though he had been with the Avacons, he was still confused on some things. Or that's what I've put together. You can more likely give a better explanation, Thrasher. Gateway focused back to Breechloader, or Hotwire, whichever bot was in control at the moment. He realised that he hadn't introduced himself. Oh, I apologize, I'm Gateway, former Decticon, now I work with the Avacons as a technical engineer. What is your name by the way? Gateway said as he stepped up to Breech recognizing the her need of support from Thrasher, he himself had only saved himself from falling to the floor with his newly aquired hover capabilities. He wondered why the recruit joined the Avacons, as his own reasoning was almost solely necessity.
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Post by Breech Loader on Aug 3, 2015 22:37:01 GMT
"Hey, Gateway. I'm Hotwire."
The femme's general stance and manner shift visibly.
"And I'm Breech Loader. We joined because..."
"I tried the others. They were treacherous jerks."
"And they couldn't be trusted. Didn't really... understand us. They always wanted to 'cure' us. That's how they made us."
"Anybody else we need o shake hands with?" Hotwire asks.
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Post by Thrasher on Aug 4, 2015 19:06:06 GMT
The best cure is being at peace with who you are. Thrasher said, checking a datapad to ensure things were going as planned, even if he didn't have too much of a plan yet. No other Avacons had pinged for pickup yet, and that worried him a bit. Exventing and putting the datapad away inside his arm, he shifted and looked at Breech/Hotwire.
You've met everyone currently on board, we have multiple members MIA around Earth, in the America and Eastern Asia sectors. Until we have a better idea of where they are, we can only wait. Sections for training, recreation, and personal quarters are all fully functional. Thrasher said, his optics looking at the two.
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Post by Breech Loader on Aug 4, 2015 19:18:45 GMT
"What about the Energon shortage?" Hotwire asks, "The Autobots and Decepticons are starting to run low on their stockpiles. What are you - I mean, we, doing about that?"
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Post by Gateway on Aug 5, 2015 5:28:40 GMT
Gateway backed into the doorway and turned around, knowing what he was about ot say wasn't the whole truth. Well, I should be off to work... He said with a hint of fear so slight you'd have to be looking for it to notice. As he waved off, he turned around. It's nice to meet you, Breechwire was it? I'm still a little confused at what's going on with you. He waited for a response,thinking of what he was to do next. He was going to the armory after this to better equip his "personal" drone in his quarters. He knew this was out of his jurisdiction, but he felt that he could make a good asset out of thi simple machine. The stress caused him to shake ever so slightly, and dart his eyes about, though the latter could not be seen through his mask.
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Post by Breech Loader on Aug 5, 2015 13:22:32 GMT
"I'm Breech."
"I'm Hotwire. We hate it when somebody acts like we're the same person!" there's a pause as she absorbs Gateway's shaking, "What's wrong?"
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