Shadowstrike
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 21, 2014 14:39:43 GMT
The Nemesis's med bay had an assortment of rooms for specific injuries and treatments, one of the most unique was the room filled with CR Chambers. Cryogenic regeneration, commonly referred to as CR, is a technology used by Autobots and Decepticons alike to recover from traumatic injuries. The process most commonly involves the total submersion of a cybertronian in a liquid-filled tank for unknown periods of time. The more extensive the injury, the longer the period of regeneration required.
Arriving through a groundbridge that had been signalled in from Shanghai Shadow-Strike exited with Chevron over his shoulders, even under the weight Shadow-Strike didn't complain as he trudged the mech towards a chamber with a simple combination of taps on a control panel it opened. The slow opening chamber just continuing to force Shadow-Strike to hold onto the mech longer before he finally got the chance to sling Chevron into the tank. This was only a curtsey since he was an ally as he tapped on the control panel and it shut again.
The chamber's door's shutting around Chevron as they sealed the stasis-locked mech, then it began the gradual process as large quantities of liquid-filled the tank till the mech was fully submerged. Seconds later it was done and now the healing would begin as Shadow-Strike walked away into the deeper depths of the Nemesis. He'd recognised every single Autobot there and had a hunch about who the plane was. Now he just had to research.
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Swarmer
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Post by Swarmer on Dec 21, 2014 18:20:26 GMT
Chevron, a few hours later, awoke, his red optics slamming open to see the fluid engulfing him. He quickly bumbled his arms around until he found the drainage lever. Moments later, only the sticky residue of the Cryo-Fluid was left on his frame as he stepped out into the medbay - he presumed he was on the Nemesis. "Thanks Shadow..." he mumbled before he went off to his quarters to rinse.
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Backbeat
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Post by Backbeat on Dec 27, 2014 19:39:09 GMT
The Sub-commander walks in dragging an unconscious Tallymark, he stuffs Tallymark into an available CR chamber and closes the lid... He hesitates before activating it
' What's the hold up? '
Sub-commander: Huh...? You!?
Sub-commander looks at the unknown Decepticon, who has that odd bird on his shoulder
Sub-commander: I wouldn't let this loser live as a TRUE Decepticon would...
'True Decepticon? Who is to say what is true... And what is not? Everything is true to someone... Isn't that funny? '
Sub-commander activates the chamber
Sub-commander: I guess...?
' Good... Now you go do that other job I gave you... I have businesses to attend to.... '
With that the mysterious Decepticon and bird disappear... Leaving the Sub-commander, who quickly exits the room...
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Vos
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Post by Vos on Jan 7, 2015 0:11:20 GMT
Vos was leaking energon, and as he managed to trudge into the room, desperate for a fix-up. Vos knew this was the place to do this sort of operation, so he struggled over to one of the pods. The mech tapped in the proper codes, and his access was granted. The mech then made his way into the liquid, submerging himself into the pod, taking some well earned rest.
The doors shut in front of him before the submersion, and the mech thusly was put to sleep, and left to his stasis as the healing did it's job on his entire body.
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Vos
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Post by Vos on Jan 7, 2015 13:45:46 GMT
Now that the process was over, a newly healed Vos emerged from the healing unit. He looked over himself, and then brushed his chassis, even though it held no dirt. He walked over to the energon dispenser, and then hooked himself up, providing himself with some of the life-giving fuel. Vos thought about rejoining the fight...and then decided to let things play themselves out. If Hotwire was a good bounty Hunter, she'd give him what she wanted.
The mech thusly exited the med-bay, deciding he would weal with some other small unfinished business. Something that had possibly been waiting in his room for quite some time now.
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Backbeat
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Post by Backbeat on Jan 13, 2015 1:36:43 GMT
The long prosses of repairs done Tallymark walks out of the chamber, annoyed at the world in general, he checks his messages... Hoping no important job was missed, he finds one new message from his mysterious employer It reads: Continue with job...
He then walks out of the room to search for a way off the ship
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Post by Bruiser Maximus on Jan 14, 2015 0:17:15 GMT
A GB opened with one green mech pushing another mech through. As they got through the GB closed behind them.
Skyscrapper would continue to push on his one leg with the aid of Death Wish's arms and legs, as they pushed Death Wish into a CR chamber to fix his broken back, Skyscrapper would then get over to a CR chamber to fix up his crunched leg. Sadly for both of them, it could take a while.
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Post by Bruiser Maximus on Jan 18, 2015 18:20:43 GMT
The CR chambers holding both Death Wish and Skyscrapper finally had drained, and they were ready to get out. Death Wish exited his first, stretching around, feeling how great his back now was. Skyscrapper then would get out as well stretching his leg, which felt amazing.
Now my Kaocon brother, it's time to get back to work.
The two would leave together, now completely healed of their injuries.
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Stalaken
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Post by Stalaken on Jan 18, 2015 23:23:02 GMT
Stalaken enters through a ground bridge. He knew that Chaff and taken a very large beating at the hands of that pathetic predicon and needed lots of help. Chaffs limp body was leaking energon everywhere and Stalaken didnt like the way Chaffs helm looked. So hw quickly opened a empty CR chamber and slowly lowered Chaff till he was submerged. Stalaken didnt know how long to leave him in there so he just waited near by to keep an eye on his vitals.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 19, 2015 13:17:28 GMT
Chaff stayed in the liquid, as his injuries were healed. His armor was being restored, but inside his helm, a dream unfolded;
Chaff walked through the city of New Kaon, admiring the craftsmanship of all the buildings, everything was remodeled to be a beautiful structure, just like Iacon. Everything had order to it, and a system. Even the traffic in the sky, the seekers flew in straight lines, and on ground the grounders drove in order. Chaff was upon a bridge, on the left lane in which the left land mechs and femmes walked exclusively north, the pathway would fork to various other pathways, and the vehicon enjoyed himself as he took a look at things through his vertical visor. He strode with his servos behind his back, leisurely striding through the city. Everything had order from a bird's eye view, there were no buildings machos together, the cities buildings were not clumped together, but placed in columns that had as much order as the streets did. No outlaws drove or flew anywhere, and police had posts almost everywhere. Yet, the air was not cautious, or fearful, because everyone did everything with ease, even the officers.
Chaff continued to walk through the utopia, nodding in greeting at everyone he met who seemed to nod at him. It was only then, to Chaff it occurred that everyone he met seas a vehicon or protectobot, male or female. Everyone also had helmets, visors, mouth guards, or face covers of some sort, but still let off a good aura. The clinging of a near by forge attracted Chaff, and the vehicon arrived at the area, but instead of finding weapons, he found tools. Work tools.
"Sup." He said to the blacksmith, who was a vehicon,
"Hello." The vehicon responded, and Chaff admired the craftsmanship of the tool he was working on, "Hey, um, could I have your opinion on this tool?" Chaff felt a bit flattered, and then he piped up.
"Well, if that's going to function as a mining pick, the miniature hind thruster systems could use some more organization, perhaps some extra style, and if you to make it more efficient," Chaff brushed his servos along the tool, feeling it and then pinching his servo digits together, "I'd say that you should use some different metals too. Maybe some melds of iron, just the smallest hint of titanium, and that material called aluminum. Quite useful. Now as for the wiring, unless the wirs or inner workings are made of tin, then I strongly suggest you mix some gold and iron together so that is conducts electricity much better, thusly allowing the user to perhaps have a better connection with it, servo to optic wise. Maybe you could also make the tip of the pickaxe a bit shaprer, if it's going to be used for cleaner mining purposes."
"Thanks." The other blacksmith said gratefully, and Chaff took a small bow,
"You're welcome." He said, and thusly moved on, liking the design of everything. It was all so perfect, that Chaff could've toured the city one hundred times and still been smiling.
"Hey Chaff!" A familiar voice sounded behind, and Chaff swung around to face the familiar person-
It was then, that Chaff woke up. the operation was over, and he was fully healed. Such a beautiful dream---sigh. Chaff new he was probably supposed to be in despair that he had been caught by a freaking Autobot, but that was okay for the moment. As the cell opened up and he stepped out, Chaff found himself facing Stalaken. Oh my.
"Stalaken! You are a sight for sore optics my friend!" Chaff said brightly, holding out his hand to shake Stalaken's.
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Post by Kick-Start on Jan 19, 2015 13:39:03 GMT
Hearing the sound of somebody coming out of their tube, Head of Medicine Kick-Start walked into the CR chambers, looking around.
She saw Chaff coming out of the tube and smiled brightly at him.
"Good morning, young mech! Just coming to?" she asked him, not knowing who he was yet, but still a bright smile to her face.
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Stalaken
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Post by Stalaken on Jan 19, 2015 14:06:15 GMT
Stalaken was waiting for his pal to awake from the CR. He was quite frightened that Chaff hadnt woken up yet. For Chaff had taken a large beating, and Stalaken worried about his friend. Though he would never admit it to anyone. But as he looked at his vitals he could see they were improving. Which was good for Stalaken.
When the capsule opened Stalaken was greeted by Chaffs, annoying yet endearing, happy and enthusiastic nature.
"Stalaken! You are a sight for sore optics my friend!"
Stalaken grinned under his war mask,
" You Chaff are one lucky mech, that predicon did a number on you. You didnt look good." Stalaken grabbed the servo streched out to him and pulled his pal out of the capsule. Before he could continue talking to him, a medic came and started to talk to Chaff. Since Stalaken knew Chaff could answer for himself he waited for Chaff to respond to the femme.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 19, 2015 14:35:10 GMT
((I take it you got the well needed rest hotwire?))
Chaff's vehicon body stood over the medic's and Chaff was surprised to see another face looking at him and greeting him. Chaff was feeling fine, but just because the femme had called him young, Chaff chose a deep, rich, and experienced voice his vocoder had picked up somewhere along the war;
"Aye. I have returned from my tube, and the knowledge that my comrade was able to rescue me from the formidable Autobots was a relief to my circuitry. Battles use aren't what they used to be for me though."
Chaff was actually speaking the truth, but joust mixing in the perfect wording that would fit the accent, the voice, and the tone which he had been able to capture. he had no voice of his own, but he had anyone else's voice which he heard. Chaff had just decided he would make the femme jump a bit by using his voice to indicate he was a much older age, and even though his chassis was well polished now, with vehicons there was just no telling how old they were, with their masks and such.
Chaff then turned to Stalaken,
"I am lucky because I have good friends, Stalaken. Primus knows where I'd be without you or your bravery on the field today."
The compliment was actually quite genuine, and since Chaff was a professional at this sort of 'language' or way of speaking, he could convince pretty much anyone that he had a different voice. Stalaken was just getting a piece of pie that confirmed that Chaff was still himself.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 21, 2015 0:25:05 GMT
It was then that the medic left. So much for joking around. Caff exchanged another glance at Stalaken, returning to his brother's voice.
"Well, you know femmes. Here one moment, and interested in something else the next pretty strange huh?" Chaff said, before he took his leave.
"Thanks again for the asset Stalaken. it's good to know that you're the dependable type." Chaff thusly exited the room.
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Stalaken
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Post by Stalaken on Jan 21, 2015 3:46:20 GMT
(( Sorry thats its taken me a while to respond, my computer wasnt working for a day. )) Stalaken nodded at his pals remark and smiled under his mask. Chaff always had some thing to say. When Chaff left so did Stalaken. But just through a bridge.
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Soundwave
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Post by Soundwave on Mar 15, 2015 17:33:22 GMT
Soundwave activated one of the chambers and climbed in. Months of searching the planet had worn him down, and time spent buried in the desert meant that sand had entered his open wounds, the particles grinding away at his internals, slowly breaking him to nothingness as he moved. Surely it must have been painful, and a bot with more personality to show might have been screaming in agony. But Soundwave simply went into stasis without a sound.
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