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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 23, 2014 13:44:58 GMT
Everybody gets worn out with light injuries. The Touch Up area is better than going into full personal surgery. Perhaps you're just sporting a few dents or you have a long but superficial cut? Most mechs can touch themselves up, or they can assist friends.
Or you can get a new paint job!
You can call over a Medic if you like; quite a few mechs have been surprised to find that injuries through thought were little bruises may be pretty serious.
This is where Hotwire's Groundbridge opened. She picked up a handy wrench, and started to adjust her plating, taking a few pieces off to investigate the bumps and rattled parts underneath.
"Stupid Gearchange Maximus... Stupid lazy bounty-hunter Shadow-Strike... bet he thinks just because I don't ask his name that I don't know it..." she continued to mutter to herself as she worked on herself, "Every bounty hunter has a price on their own head... trick is to be more useful than your price..."
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 23, 2014 13:54:00 GMT
Aware this would be where the femme had went Shadow-Strike entered a few minutes later through the main blast doors, finding the mercenary wasn't hard as he looked towards where she was currently repairing herself. It didn't surprise him a mercenary had learned how to take care after their frame, however he was curious if she could keep hold of her emotions as he began to pace towards her with his smirk still hidden behind his battlemask.
Then he stopped as both pede's touched firmly to the ground with an unusual silence from the force upon which he'd came to an abrupt stop, now he was just staring. It wasn't a stare of repulse at her injures, it wasn't a sense of care, it wasn't even a sense of guilt in his optics. It was intrigue and nothing more. He hadn't heard her mention his name but he already knew she would know it after all she'd scanned him searching for bounties. Eventually a name popped up... it always did.
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 23, 2014 16:20:04 GMT
Hotwire was still scowling to herself. She didn't bend over but swung one agile leg up on the sideboard and picked up what vaguely resembled a large toffee mallet. Removing some of her panelling, she started knocking the dents out of it.
"Damn Shadow-jerk... second round leech... waiting for me to soften that Wrecker up so he can step in when I'm done..."
With the leg still up, she picked up a large carton of oil and started applying it to her sore joints. It was fairly obvious that she wasn't angry; the muttering to herself seemed to be calming her back down. If she was aware of Shadow-strike, she wasn't paying attention to him. Her damage wasn't serious, but she ached quite a lot.
"Course, that's what Mercs normally do, if they're not working together. So don't get your clutch in a twist, girl. Holding grudges... damn, might as well poison myself and expect to kill the mark... Bad for business..."
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 23, 2014 17:16:24 GMT
Pulling up a chair Shadow-Strike decided to sit down infront of the femme as he looked at her repairing her frame, it was slightly damaged and obviously capable of withstanding further punished. Having watched the fight and the scenario she had ended in, Shadow-Strike had already accepted she'd picked the right time to get out of the fight.
However despite her claims he hadn't stepped in when she was done. Instead he'd left the area quietly just as he had been throughout the battle between the femme and the autobots. Observing her wounds the mech's visor dropped as the crimson reflection showed he was looking over her condition using an adapted medical observation system. The device scanning over her once through an invisible magnetised beam as he got information on how her external systems had handled the fight.
Given the chance he would have likely scanned Gear Change the same way as his visor retracted and he looked back to the mallet Hotwire was using. He'd not spoken yet since he'd arrived on this world.
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 23, 2014 17:33:27 GMT
Hotwire looked up as Shadow-strike sat in front of her. She didn't look particularly concerned that he'd caught her talking to herself about him, or that some of her panelling was still on the sideboard, but just continued adjusting her gears back into place.
"Hello, Shadow-jerk - I mean, Shadow-strike," she told him, a small smile on her face, "Here to tell me that I should have stayed and fought to the death? Or be smug that I couldn't take down three Autobots solo?" she stretched out, and there were some twangs and squeaks from inside of her. It was hard to tell her real expression when her visor was always down, but she still didn't sound genuinely angry, just extremely dry, "Guess you didn't take Gearchange after all," she scanned his frame rapidly, "No dents."
She pulled out another wrench and, leg still up, started adjusting her knee-joint. Damn, Gearchange had some reinforced bolts.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 23, 2014 17:39:53 GMT
Looking at her injuries Shadow-Strike stood up over her, pushing his servo out slowly towards her servo and the wrench will he looked towards her knee. His simple actions helping push across the offer to help he was giving, It wasn't an apology for not intervening by any means but rather an excuse to let her focus on the talking rather than the repairing. Despite his almost demonic looks Shadow-Strike had spent his fair share of time repairing minor injuries on himself and soldiers alike.
Her wounds sustained in the fight where minor by all means and Shadow-Strike's abilities could take care of them given enough time. The only difference between him and her repairing it would be Shadow-Strike had complete motor control and could easily reach the injured limbs, she might have a little difficulty under the circumstances.
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 23, 2014 18:10:56 GMT
"I... uh..." Hotwire paused. She didn't like putting trust in others too much. In this business, you learnt to rely on yourself a lot. But hey, it was just a little thing... She held out the wrench to Shadow-strike.
"Anyway..." she shuffled between several spray-cans of almost identical red paint, finally settling on one to put aside, "The name's Hotwire. I'm not that mad, to be honest. But if you were in this for the honour and all that scrap, you would have helped out..." she chuckled dryly. Her visor was still dirty from the fight, "Excuse me..."
She took it off and turned her face away from Shadow-Strike as she cleaned it up, doing her best to hide the horrible scarring and acid-corrosion on her face with one hand. Her optics were yellow, but one was a different shade, almost orange, as if it had needed to be replaced at some point.
"I don't hold grudges," she repeated, still keeping her face turned away as she cleaned off her visor quickly with window-cleaner, "No point. I mean... whatever. You're not that high a bounty, anyway..." she smiled again.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 23, 2014 18:33:07 GMT
Standing over her Shadow-Strike took the wrench gently as he began to work on her leg, in contrast to the repair she likely planned Shadow-Strike instead began to remove leg plating. Using the wrench to remove bolts which held the armour in place until the armour pieces fell off and Shadow-Strike proceeded to take the pieces to a workbench.
She still had the sensitive lower armour pieces of course as Shadow-Strike continued to listen to her conversation. Now he was just going to work at ensuring her armour pieces got a repair job rather than a patchwork, after all she didn't look like she had any plans to go out right this minute. Reaching around to the side of the workbench for repair tools Shadow-Strike turned his helm towards Hotwire as he looked at her relatively armourless legs.
Then he turned back setting to work using a blow torch to melt the metal intro a burning bright orange mess, before he proceeded to mend it firmly into place with a hammer. Leaning over to the side again he pulled on a long pipe which he proceeded to lift up over the metal he was working on, allowing a small piece of liquid to drip onto the armour as it sizzled will the metal hardened again due to the process.
Their was still more pieces to work on as Shadow-Strike looked back towards Hotwire piecing together where they would fit on her legs, he had a mental image of every piece. Working on the next piece what fitted on her right shin. Shadow-Strike turned back as sparks flew during the process of applying the liquid, his battlemask and visor stopping any damage to his face.
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 23, 2014 18:43:00 GMT
"Hey, I... not really fond of people at my back," Hotwire covered her face with her visor again and tried to twist to see Shadow-strike. She didn't seem too embarrassed by the fact that some of her plating was coming off, "But, uh... thanks for the help anyway," she squirmed a little as he welded, "You don't say much, do you?" she prompted him a little.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 23, 2014 19:05:48 GMT
Working on her armour Shadow-Strike understood the instantaneous reaction when she paid attention to what he had done, he hadn't warned her exactly how much he'd be repairing her armour. Then again he hadn't told her much as the silence of the room returned only to be interrupted every time he rehardened another piece of metal in the process. If she desired after wards it could even be buffered without softening the armour, however looking back at her he doubted she cared too much about her presentation. Relaxing his vocal cords Shadow-Strike began to speak with the british accent he had been sparked with, it was if his voice shined with the intelligence and secrecy that his life was filled with.
Shadow-Strike: I have little to say, that which I find willing to say is likely already known. What I wish to say and is not known means little, what I wish to keep secret I do so by silencing myself. Speech comes at a cost.
Looking down at her lower frame for reference again Shadow-Strike was roughly half way through as he turned back to his work.
Shadow-Strike: You know my name because I once spoke it. A name may not seem much, but for our kind it can tell allot if the name was chosen rather than given.
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 23, 2014 19:29:28 GMT
"Okay. I know you like playing games," Hotwire spoke with her low, slow Midlands drawl, working on tuning some gears on her side, "Shadow-strike, huh? I bet you're not so fond of disco lights, huh?"
She took out some white paint - she wasn't one for polishing much, but there was no reason to look like you'd just participated in a paintball battle - and set it aside with the red paint, "I know you have a Neucleon Charge Rifle, and Pathblasters, and Energon blades..."
She pulled out her rotorblades one by one, and started sharpening.
"I know you have a whole ton of grappling hooks and an inbuilt smoke disperser and can make yourself almost invisible, even to the most specialised scanners," she continued. It was part of her bounty scanner - she couldn't tell this by looking at Shadow-strike, but from the wide database that supplied a list of the weaponry and gadgets of every potential mark, to make them easier to fight.
She examined the first blade closely, and then sharpened it some more.
"And I know that you learn about other people by leaving silences for them to fill," she smirked slightly, "Which means you're probably pretty smart and tactical."
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 23, 2014 19:48:56 GMT
Listening to her Shadow-Strike wasn't surprise everyone had a bounty as she mentioned of course he'd kept himself relatively low on the scale, enough for a femme looking for a few credits of course but not anywhere near the big fish. Then again a mercenary would do anything to survive and gain a few credits on the side so it didn't surprise him she was looking on the low end as well.
Shadow-Strike: I see you've done your research. It's obvious you didn't get that all from looking at me.
Finishing off the hardening process Shadow-Strike turned around as he walked back to Hotwire with a number of the still hot pieces, they'd cool eventually but for now they where still piping hot as Shadow-Strike pushed them against Hotwire's protoform.
Shadow-Strike: This might sting a little.
Pushing them into place till he was sure they where perfect Shadow-Strike began to use the wrench to link up the pieces he had brought over, within a few minutes he would have her left leg armour sealed up and ready to use.
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 23, 2014 20:02:08 GMT
"I can tell you don't trust me," technically Hotwire was guessing, but it was a well-educated guess. Nobody really trusted Mercs, which was of course why Mercs made crappy spies, "And-" he was right, the hot metal did sting, a lot. She stuck it down, not showing whether it hurt much.
"Ahem. And that's a good approach. And you're pretty good at this," she finished, putting the first sharpened blade on her back and picking up the second as the metal cooled.
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 23, 2014 20:10:25 GMT
Shadow-Strike: I don't trust anyone as a person.
Leaving the femme after he checked the armour had sealed correctly Shadow-Strike went over to adjust the other leg, walking over with the left leg armour in his hand Shadow-Strike proceeded to repeat the process as he ran his digits across the bolts which sealed it to her protoform.
Shadow-Strike: I trust them to do a job that is all.
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 23, 2014 20:19:51 GMT
"That's nice," Hotwire squirmed a little at the touch. She did her job. Always her job. If you couldn't have morals, you should have standards. If you chose not to be a good guy, you should be a professional.
She picked out the oil can and, when the armour was removed, carefully oiled between the joints. This was always a lot easier with two people, but you usually couldn't find a second person to help out.
"Then again, that's the sort of viewpoint that has a good reason," she added, "I should know."
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 23, 2014 20:28:22 GMT
Watching his digit run smoothly across her armour it was sign he'd at least bent them into the right places, tilting his digit slightly he tried to see if there was any gaps where he could peel the armour away from her protoform. He found no mistakes however as he just allowed her to remove the armour now that most of the job seemed finished. It just needed a bit of oiling then testing as he watched.
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 23, 2014 20:50:25 GMT
Hotwire completed oiling her joints. Her armour had been much improved by Shadow-strike's added help, and she was still curious as to why he had bothered. But from his introverted nature, she knew she wouldn't get any kind of answer that meant anything.
Instead, she picked up the can of red spray paint and started reapplying it with practice, going over where paint had been taken off by fixing the metal. With the other, she started with the white paint on the rims.
"Thanks for the good job on the tune-up, Shadow-strike," she told him, twisting agilely to reach the more awkward places that needed paint, "I suppose I'm obliged to offer you help, but... you haven't been in a fight yet."
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Post by Shadowstrike on Dec 23, 2014 20:59:12 GMT
Shadow-Strike: Consider it a gift.
Turning around Shadow-Strike had got more than enough with the time he'd spent with the femme as he headed out, he had plans to stay on the nemesis for a little while longer as Shadow-Strike walked up to the door. The moment it opened Shadow-Strike was gone pacing further away into one of the Nemesis's many corridors.
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 23, 2014 21:13:15 GMT
"See ya," Hotwire nodded in his direction, completing her own paint job. She had other things to do herself. She put Shadow-strike out of her head. He was clearly not holding out on the information to tease. And she wasn't even looking for a mech, just for her payday.
At least she'd gotten the job done much more quickly than she'd expected.
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Post by Backbeat on Dec 24, 2014 21:18:39 GMT
Dripping with the the polluted water of that big river near London Sub-commander walks in to the medical bay
Sub-commander: stupid Autobots three against one is not fair... Why do I suffer these indignities! WHY!
He picks up some tools and starts to patch up his armor
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