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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2016 21:11:57 GMT
There would be a lengthy description here, but I'm pretty sure we all know what a morgue is. If you don't then this is where you store the dead.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2016 16:42:36 GMT
The door into cold storage opened up as Ratchet entered. The old mech held it open for Hellcore to bring in the body of Smokejaw. As soon as the few seconds of holding the dorr were up, Racthet moved to prepare a space for Smokejaw's body to be placed inside of. He would fix the body at a later date when his burial was coming up, besides, the medic had a feeling there was probably someone was in the medical bay that needed attending to.
"Just place him here and you're free to do whatever you want. But if you happen to come across Skyspray, tell him I refuse to interrogate anyone as my time wpuld be more wisely spent on tended to the dead and dying."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2016 0:14:30 GMT
Helcore walked inside te morgue. His systems shivered once he felt the cold air covering him.
All right!
He placed the body carefuly in the spot pointed by the old medic.
Do you think things will get better with the new System? See, I dont understand who the Cybertronian rules works, but for everything Iheard, your prime is basically the one who guide the rest for a good way, is this the good way? The other thing I wonder is the reasons of murdering him, did that.. predacon? are they named predacons?, well, did she had a good reason to kill him?
The junkion pointed at the body and looked around, Aparently, the place is empty, but maybe he hasn't seen it with detail (IDK if tis place has another bodies, whatever, let's continue).
Also, why do you store the gone ones? Is in there a good reason to do it? Nevermind. Just tell me where I can cleam myself.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2016 19:40:59 GMT
"I don't know yet if his leadership is good. He just became Prime. I suppose we will get our answers soon, but I'll imagine Skyspray would want to keep it on the down low. Time will tell and all that clap trap."
Ratchet said as he lined up Smokejaw's body on the berth and slid the body inside a cabinet, closed and locked the door while entering the name "Smokejaw". The old medic looked at Hellcore as the Junkion asked the question as to why the bodies were stored here.
"We keep them here until we find any burial instructions. One final wish. Either way, there should be a cleansing tap in the medibay for you to wash your servos."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2016 0:44:07 GMT
That's interesting, as a Junkion we dont care about that. Have you heard our peple can be reaired with some pieces of scrap and junk, right? So, you can imagine what happens once we die, we are the same junk... but non alive. Or even goos merchandise if you desire
Helcore walked towards the exit.
I... I wont interrupt you, I know medics have a irregular schedule.
he left the place ASAP. He didn't wanted to know anything about Ratchet, Smoke, predacons, primes or theories about life and dead.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2016 18:44:08 GMT
"Well I actually never worked on a Junkion so I don't know how your kind works."
Ratchet nodded as he acknowledged Hellcore's departure. After a few minutes of double checking Smokejaw's cabinet was locked, the medic headed out soon after Hellcore.
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Post by Osprey on Jul 15, 2016 15:52:44 GMT
Swift arrived with his teammate in hand. He pressed the button that opened the door and went inside. He laid down her body and stood there. Rest well.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jul 15, 2016 16:00:03 GMT
Rangefinder followed his way in and sets the other two bodies next to the first one.
Hope they rest well...
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Post by Osprey on Jul 15, 2016 16:01:23 GMT
Swift said nothing, just stood there.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jul 15, 2016 16:08:14 GMT
Rangefinder stands there with Swift ailently.
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Post by Osprey on Jul 15, 2016 16:11:24 GMT
After many minutes, Swift looked at Rangefinder. Thank you for helping me.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jul 15, 2016 16:16:40 GMT
Rangefinder gives a kind smile.
No problem, anytime.
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Post by Osprey on Jul 15, 2016 16:19:06 GMT
Swift nodded. I shall be going now. They wouldn't want me to remember them with sadness.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Jul 15, 2016 16:27:23 GMT
Rangefinder nods and walks away silently.
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Post by Osprey on Jul 15, 2016 16:28:11 GMT
Swift followes him and closed the door.
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Post by Empress on Nov 1, 2016 1:49:19 GMT
The cold storage door automatically opened as Empress approached it. The thin framed Predacon shivered at the sudden temperature drop. She didn't wait for her systems to heat up and instead went straight to work. Unfortunately for her, the digital displays on the storage containers were down. She'd have to bring that up to someone eventually.
Empress began to search through the cabinets, a majority of them empty or not meeting the required measurements. She opened another one and pulled out the tray, only to jump back and clasp her hands over her mouth. The femme let out a low and pained whine at the sight of her father's mangled body. Her guilt returned in large waves, causing her leg joints to weaken. Slowly, her instinct told her to search through her subspace. So that was where his locket had went...
Sniffling, the femme closed the cabinet once more. She had the living to look after now. Empress went through a few more cabinets and was relieved to fine a protoform that almost perfectly matched the measurements. The medic wheeled over a transport cart and transferred the body to it.
With a heavy spark, Empress left the room to go do her job.
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