Post by Med-Evac on Aug 24, 2016 19:14:50 GMT
Original Designation: Meta Excelsius
Nickname: Med-Evac
Age: Med's exact age is unknown, but given the fact that he was born in the Age of Evolution makes him a primordial character, perhaps even one of the first Cybertronians to rise from the Well of Allsparks. A human equivalent would be around 105 years old.
Nickname: Med-Evac
Age: Med's exact age is unknown, but given the fact that he was born in the Age of Evolution makes him a primordial character, perhaps even one of the first Cybertronians to rise from the Well of Allsparks. A human equivalent would be around 105 years old.
Voice Actor: Deforrest Kelley (Dr Leonard McCoy from Star Trek)
Home Planet: Cybertron
Home City: Predates all known city-states
Faction: Autobot
Occupation: Senior Field Surgeon
Abilities:
- Electromagnetism
- Ability Description: Med has electromagnetic dampeners installed within his frame that allow him to emit electromagnetic fields through retractable conductor pylons located on his forearms. These fields are used to move patients, debris, levitate short distances, and if need be, throw opponents away from himself and his patient. The concept derives from TFA Ratchet, who used such a device frequently in the show.
APPEARANCE
Optic Color: Grey-Blue
Primary Paint Color: N-5 Navy Grey
Secondary Paint Color: Red
Third Paint Color: White
Height: 25 feet
Features:
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- Has a jagged line on his red audio receptor wing where the left half once was, before being broken off.
- His armor and protoform bear many scars received throughout his life, from weapons ranging from ancient swords and axes to modern blasters.
Alternate Mode: 1942 Dodge WC-54, 3/4 ton 4x4 military ambulance, in WWII US Navy colors and configuration.
ARMOR AND WEAPONRY
ARMOR
Armor Description: Med-Evac's armor is quite a spectacle, since Med is so ancient that he has seen many upgrades over the years. Some areas of his armor are older than others and made with different alloys and materials, and in some cases bypasses had to be made to make newer armor sections compatible with his frame. That said, he looks nothing like he once did in the prehistoric times, and any references to his orignal appearance are nearly impossible to find. The bypasses done on his frame also cause an agitating itch on his circuits and occasional cramps in his rotators, which doesn't help his attitude at all.
- Throughout the edges and corners of Med's armor are ancient glyphs and runes that predate the Great Cataclysm. If one who can read the language were to read it all, they would discover many startling bits of Med's history. However, this would require one to stare at Med for a long time, and that would make the medic very edgy and uncomfortable. This course of action is not recommended.
- There are noticable slots on the outer sides and inner sides of Med's forearms, and it is from these that his magnetic inductor pylons extend for use. Leading to these slots are creases in the armor that glow white when electromagnetic energy is channeled into the pylons for use.
Armor Perks:
- Resistance to Electromagnetic pulses, but still affected by these.
- Resilience, which allows Med to lift great weights without causing damage to his armor or his frame.
WEAPONRY
Primary Weapon: Lever-action Shotgun/Rifle Combination repeater
- Description: A relic from a bygone era when Cybertronians had just started developing mass-produced projectile weapons. This shotgun's design is reminiscent of the Winchester Model 1887, but unlike its human counterpart the weapon sports a uniquely grooved barrel design that accommodates both rifle and shotgun rounds. A new round is cycled into the chamber via cocking of the hoop lever.
Secondary Weapon: DX-011DX-011 Semi-Automatic Pistol
- Description: a true classic, the DX-011 was designed during the Age of Wrath as a sidearm that boasts great stopping power and legendary reliability among its numerous variations. This series had a very long production life that lasted all the way up until the latter half of the Golden Age, when it was replaced by the newer and cheaper Energon Battle Pistol. Despite this, the DX-011 remains a favorite among older warriors for its superior material quality, rudimentary design, versatility and power. The human equivalent to the DX-011 is the Colt M1911A1.
Other Weapons: Assorted medical tools
- Description: Med has been known to resort to using various medical tools from his toolbox, which have been used to throw, swing and otherwise wreak an old mech's fury on anyone who attempted to threaten him or otherwise pissed him off.
Gadgets:
- Electromagnetic Pylons. These retractable pylons are of similar design to the ones used by TFA Ratchet, and through these Med is able to channel electromagnetic energy to generate magnetic fields.
- EMP Generator. This device was a prototype that Med designed around the time that the Elite Guard formed, using schematics found in ruins of the Ancients. It is used to sedate patients before performing surgeries and other operations, but if set to overload can erase the memory cores of those unfortunate to be in radius, but he himself is immune due to the dampeners embedded in his armor; Med refuses to do this however, and thus is very cautious on how he handles the device.
Melee: Dual Combat Knives
- Description: The same design as those used by Ratchet in TFP, which can retract into his his arms or extend in place of his hands for combat purposes. The blades sport ancient runes and symbols that predate the Age of Wrath.
TECH SPECS
Strength: 7
Intelligence: 10
Dexterity: 4
Speed: 4
Endurance: 8
Firepower: 4
Accuracy: 7
Melee: 9
Tech Skill: 7
OTHER
Personality: Med is an old war veteran who can be very cranky and at times sarcastic. He has a tendency to trail off during conversations and reminisce on bygone times and the good ol' days. He has a cynical sense of humor that, when mixed with his medical expertise, can go right over a young bot's head and make the older ones widen their optics. Med prefers to be solitary, and gets very uncomfortable when someone attempts to get close to him or tries to be flirtatious; despite this, he is quite lonely and depressed, though he hides this very well; the reason he pushes people away is because he is afraid to lose anymore people he gets attached to. Behind those wise and greyed optics is an emotionally broken and pining husk of a once great and noble warrior who lost everyone dear to him and watched so many friends die, a humble pioneer who has given his all to the advancement of science and medicine but in return received nothing but pain and suffering. Though he may not admit it, Med enjoys the company of other medics and friends as it remedies his internal desolation. In his advanced age, Med is driven by the need to feel needed, to make a difference in a world that has left him behind with the other relics of prehistory. While he has been surpassed by today's great minds, Med sees himself as the bot that the younger ones can come to for advice and help; he has long left the progression of Cybertronian medicine to his successors; this won't stop him from trying to be a miracle worker, however, and he feels at home treating patients and changing lives for the better.
Courage: 10
Charisma: 6
History:
Long, long, long, longlonglonglong time ago, the ancient Cybertronian named Meta Excelsius, whom we now know as Med-Evac, crawled out of the Well of Allsparks. How long ago exactly, we don't know. However, markings and glyphs found throughout the corners of his armor are of an ancient dialect that preceded the Great Cataclysm, and depict first person encounters with members of the Thirteen, placing Meta in the early part of the Age of Evolution, and possibly as one of the first to rise from the Well after three of the Thirteen merged with it. Whatever the case may be, it is a known fact that he's lived to see all of the Primes after the Thirteen as they rose and fell, which supports this theory. Meta spent his early years in a village near what would later become Iacon, which was under the direct guidance of Alpha Trion. Not much is known of his life during this time, but the nature of some of his scars indicates that he was a Knight, and conveniently enough the Hall of Records once contained references to an order of Knights led by a mech of the same name, but all such records were destroyed when Megatron attacked Iacon several millennia later. It is also worthy of note that all references relating to this knight showed him paired with a female Knight-maiden named Delta Magnus, and the two seemed to be unusually close when compared to their fellow knights, but any proof of romance has been lost to the ravages of time.
Long, long, long, longlonglonglong time ago, the ancient Cybertronian named Meta Excelsius, whom we now know as Med-Evac, crawled out of the Well of Allsparks. How long ago exactly, we don't know. However, markings and glyphs found throughout the corners of his armor are of an ancient dialect that preceded the Great Cataclysm, and depict first person encounters with members of the Thirteen, placing Meta in the early part of the Age of Evolution, and possibly as one of the first to rise from the Well after three of the Thirteen merged with it. Whatever the case may be, it is a known fact that he's lived to see all of the Primes after the Thirteen as they rose and fell, which supports this theory. Meta spent his early years in a village near what would later become Iacon, which was under the direct guidance of Alpha Trion. Not much is known of his life during this time, but the nature of some of his scars indicates that he was a Knight, and conveniently enough the Hall of Records once contained references to an order of Knights led by a mech of the same name, but all such records were destroyed when Megatron attacked Iacon several millennia later. It is also worthy of note that all references relating to this knight showed him paired with a female Knight-maiden named Delta Magnus, and the two seemed to be unusually close when compared to their fellow knights, but any proof of romance has been lost to the ravages of time.
During the Age of Origins, Meta Excelsius was practicing field medicine and medicinal alchemy using manuscripts that had been passed down to him from unknown sources, and also to treat defects and malfunctions. Meta had been directed to search ruins of the Ancients following the accidental discovery of a data core that contained instructions regarding surgeries, which provided vital knowledge in Meta's pursuits. Meta collaborated with other pioneers of Cybertronian medicine, and through their combined devotion they paved the way for the establishment of the first Schools of Medicine in the growing settlement of Iacon. Instead of remaining in Iacon to teach, Meta continued his field research to search for any traces of dormant wisdom waiting to be found. He was astonished by the promise in the young and intelligent individuals who came to learn medicine, knowing that someday the Mantle of Responsibility would fall into their capable hands.
Meta's research and efforts whilst exploring the Cybertronian anatomy as well as ruins resulted in scientists and doctors inventing many early medical tools and procedures that were used during that period, before being outmoded by the arrival of the Quintessons, which started the Age of Wrath. Though he never trusted the off-worlders, Meta was astonished at the revolution in medicine that had been sparked by their presence. After observing the radical reformatting of all aspects of Cybertronian life and the establishment of a puppet government to serve the indulgent lifestyle of the Quintessons, Meta was convinced that the Quintessons would need to be overthrown, and thus joined the newly formed Elite Guard as its first medic. It was during this time that Meta Excelsius had his name simplified to Med-Evac, and had also adopted a young fighter named B-20 (who would later become Beta Magnus) after encountering him during a street fight. In the following years, Med-Evac practiced a variety of early doctrines, one of which consisted of specialized warrior-medics dropping into hot zones via aircraft and evacuating wounded personnel, similar to the human equivalent that is the Pararescue of the US Air Force. He also wrote much of the first field manual for Elite Guard field medics, quite literally writing the rulebook as it were. Med-Evac was among the Elite Guard force under the command of Zeta Sentinel Prime when they overthrew the Quintessons and banished them from the system, ending the Age of Wrath.
After an era of peace, the Golden Age of Cybertron was one the wane, and Med had grown very dissatisfied with how Zeta ruled and resented the caste system, causing him to retire from the Elite Guard as he continued his pursuits in medical research and technologye. Med knew trouble was brewing when Megatronus started gaining popularity among the masses, and foresaw a bloody civil war in Cybertron's future if Zeta refused to heed the needs of society. He reluctantly reenlisted in the Elite Guard, returning to his former status of Chief Field Surgeon, overseeing the deployment and operation of a group of medics in various capacities in the field. When the Great War started, Med went with the Elite Guard as it formed the Autobot faction under the leadership of the newly named Optimus Prime. Shortly after being assigned to a small base on the Hydrax Plateau, Med's unit was attacked by Decepticon forces and was among a handful of survivors; after being dragged out, he was forced to repair the wounded Decepticons. Med was recovered by Beta Magnus, who would be made head of a team of Wreckers that Med often operated with throughout the war.
Later on in the Great War, Med was tasked with going behind Decepticon lines to rescue any surviving Autobots in a damaged tunnel network. After hours of searching and evading patrols, Med found only one survivor, a Playbot supermodel turned Intelligence Officer whose name was Airdrift. After digging her out, Med went to work doing a field patch job on her damaged frame. Upon doing so, he carried Airdrift through the tunnels and back to the surface to the safety of the Autobot lines. The streets were too damaged and trashed to drive through, so he hoofed it through the city with Airdrift slung across his shoulders, which became an all-night venture. As they were pursued by the Decepticons, Med received many scars and wounds in order to protect his patient, many of which still remain to this day. Shortly afterward, Med and Airdrift would become sparkmates, having fallen in love on the night he rescued her. They had two sons, whom they named Round-Up and River-Stride. However, the happiness wouldn't last...
In the middle of the Great War, Med and Airdrift were reassigned to the Crystal City as a result of the High Council fearing an attack there. It wouldn't be long before their fears became reality, and the City was bombarded with airstrikes and artillery. In the wake of the destruction, Med searched frantically for his sparkmate, finding her crippled frame lying on the ground underneath a pile of rubble. In the process of finding her, he would be hit by shrapnel from a mortar round that sent him into the air and landing head-first into the fuselage of a crashed airship, breaking off half of his audio receptor as a result. Refusing to succumb to his wounds, Med did everything he could to save Airdrift, but his efforts proved to be in vain. An Autobot Search and Rescue Team under Med's command found the medic on his knees in despair with the lifeless body of his sparkmate cradled in his bleeding arms. This memory would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Following the loss of Airdrift, Med would would become a very bitter and unsociable Autobot, raising his sons alone with some help from nurses who cared for them in his absence. Med-Evac detached himself from his friends and colleagues, who were stunned at the mech who once was wise and compassionate, was now old and grouchy. Things were made much worse when a reported Decepticon raid destroyed the sector where his sons were being cared for, which resulted in the reported but unconfirmed death of his younger son River. Despite this, he managed to raise his surviving son sufficiently and eventually Round-Up would enlist with the Autobots and be assigned near his station in Iacon. Round-Up proved to be a very brave and compassionate son, like his father before him, and Med was eager to see him live a happy life full of sparklings. However, yet another tragedy struck as Round-Up and his squad were ambused by Decepticons in the Rust Sea. Med left his post on a nearby medical facility to save him, but found Round-Up's battered and dismembered frame lying on the ground, surrounded by the bodies of his squad and several Decepticons; all who were in the sector at this time would recall hearing the spark-broken cries of a mech echoing throughout the ruins for several miles. After the loss of his only surviving family Med had been permanently damaged with trauma that still lingers.
For the remainder of the Great War, Med was a cold, standoffish medic who was unphased even by death itself, and some believed he was even waiting for Death to take him. At one point, during black ops mission with a group of Wreckers called the Convoy, Med was captured by Decepticons and brought to Kaon, where he was brutally tortured and forced to repair wounded Decepticons. Even this barely left a mark on him, aside from the horror of seeing so many medics whom he helped train from youth be executed and cut down for mere amusement of the guards. During his time as a POW, Meta caught the interest of a young and cunning Seeker named Stuka, who had Med brought to her interrogation chamber under the guise that the senior ranking medic had valuable intel; the truth, however, was much worse, as Stuka indulged herself on Med's defenseless and restrained frame as a means of stimulating her own pleasure, but wisely erased his memory of these encounters for fear of being discovered. Med later escaped Kaon with help from Optimus Prime during the Kaon Prison Break, ending 10,000 years in captivity.
Sometime afterwards, after the Exodus had been declared, Med was assigned to take a cargo shuttle carrying a group of young Autobots and sparklings who hadn't finished training, and flee the system. This proved a daunting task for the bitter medic, as he had to learn to cope with a crew full of amateur children. Eventually, after they aged and matured, he would disperse them across the galaxy with their own ships, so that the cons wouldn't find them; it is worthy of note that the extended time spent raising and protecting the younglings warmed Med's old spark and helped ease his cold abrasiveness, allowing him to be more sociable as he once was. Med-Evac eventually landed on Earth in the early 20th century, taking on many forms on Army and Navy bases throughout the United States. He later took on the form of a Dodge WC-54 ambulance, and was shipped overseas to take part in the European and Pacific Theaters of WWII, unintentionally. During this time, Med encountered many Autobots and Decepticons, waging 'secret battles' while on the frontlines to keep humans safe; among those he encountered were an Aerialbot disguised as a B-25 bomber named Payload, a Decepticon supersoldier prototype named Blitzkrieg, a Wrecker disguised as a Willys Jeep, and Stuka, who had disguised herself as a Junkers Ju-87 Stuka dive bomber. Over time, the lack of access to energon forced Med into stasis lock, and as he slept the old medic was responsible for saving many wounded soldiers being carried inside his vehicle mode to field hospitals.
Now, decades later, a surge of lightning jolted the ancient medic's systems back online, and he currently searches for Autobot forces on Earth using the humans' radio networks as his guide. While he does so, Med-Evac finds himself in a strange new future, and discovers what all has happened in his absence...
Family:
- Lieutenant Airdrift, former sparkmate. She was confirmed KIA in enemy action outside Crystal City.
- Round Up, eldest son. He was killed in action against Decepticons in the Rust Sea.
- River Stride, youngest son. He was listed as missing and believed to be killed by Decepticons, but in reality was abducted by Autobot scientists from Project Maximal and turned into the techno-organic supersoldier designated FENRIR. current whereabouts unknown.
- Beta Magnus, adopted son and leader of the Convoy. He is currently on Earth, gathering the surviving members of his unit.
- Aidkit, adopted daughter and prodigal pupil. She is currently in hiding somewhere on Earth.
Strengths:
- Med's expertise in Medical Science is legendary, and his service record demonstrates this.
- Med's knowledge of ancient technology grants him access to places that others are barred from.
- Med's skill with melee combat is extensive and includes ancient techniques.
- As a leader with more experience in the field than most living Cybertronians, Med is quite capable of coordinating other medics on the battlefield and if need be lead a group of Autobots to either defend or evade enemy forces.
Weaknesses:
- Med was not built for speed, and even then it has been millions of years since he has gone past 60 mph. His reflexes are not greased lightning either.
- While he is likable in an eccentric, grizzled old war veteran's sense, Med is still quite a solitary grouch, and thus being social is not one of his strong suites.
- While he is definitely a very skilled fighter, Med is not the strongest, and has been overpowered many times in combat.
- Those old war wounds have a tendency to act up sporadically, and at times have happened at the worst of times, in combat. This can hinder his ability to fight or defend himself. The war wounds also include psychological damage to his memory banks, causing graphic flashbacks that can be triggered by certain sounds and actions.
SAMPLE RP
For the reader's benefit, dialogue is color coded:
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Sometime during the Great War
- Med-Evac = White
- Lieutenant Airdrift = Rose
- Autobot Gunner = Blue
- Decepticon Scout = Purple
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Sometime during the Great War
District 7, Crystal City, Cybertron
1700 Hours
Everything seemed to be exploding or being thrashed about on the outer wall of the city. The Decepticons were not holding back this time, and the old medic knew that there was no hope of victory unless reinforcements arrived. Until then, he would have to coordinate the other medics under his command and keep them from breaking down under the stress and violence. This was nothing new to Med-Evac, the Senior Chief Field Surgeon who had seen countless battles and fought enemies throughout Cybertron's history. While he had faced better odds than this, he had also endured far worse. For some of the younger medics, the old veteran's presence was a form of reassurance and gave them someone to look up to who could get them through. Despite this, Med was far from being a Magnus or a Prime, and he knew he could not save them all.
He heard the screeching of incoming mortar and cannon fire, and shouted for everyone around him to take cover. No sooner had he ducked in the makeshift foxhole was when the ordinance arrived, bombarding their already battered position, and he could hear the gun towers behind them being torn apart; that was a surprise, as most mortar fire is terribly inaccurate. It was several minutes before the shelling ceased, but as soon as it did, Med could hear the distant cries of help from wounded Autobots, and he responded just as swiftly. He ordered Crowbar, the medic in the nearest foxhole, to run to the Autobot who had fallen out of the #4 gun tower, as he himself ran to the gunner who had been calling for help from his Scrapmaker nest, ignoring the gunfire coming from the advancing Decepticons.
Med-Evac slid into the crater that used to be a Scrapmaker nest, and found the poor gunner. The young warrior's legs had been blown off by a mortal shell, and shrapnel riddled his body. Med remembered a time when such wounds were unable to be treated and would have been fatal, but with the remarkable advancements in medical technology and understanding of the anatomy, this gunner had a reasonable chance of survival if he was removed from the action. He immediately began work sealing off the leaks to prevent further loss of energon while he talked to the gunner reassuringly.
You took a nasty hit kid, but you'll make it. What's your name, son?
G-Greaser, sir.
Med grunted and raised an authoritative digit with his free servo as the other servo held the arc welder that he was using to cauterize the nubs where Greaser's legs used to be. While technically an officer, Med had been in the field too long to appreciate such verbal salutations; Decepticons always targeted the officers first, but then again they liked killing medics too.
Don't call me sir! I work for a living.
Greaser took a gulp as he gripped the ashes of the crater, letting out a whimper of pain. It hurt like hell, and he already knew his wounds were severe.
Roger...... Doc, will I be able to walk again?
Med was hard at work, and he ducked as a bolt of plasma shot over his helm. He had to move Greaser now.
Not for a while, Greaser. You will have to have replacements installed. Until then, I need you to hang on-
Greaser barely had a chance to inquire what Med was about to do, before a sharp wave of pain hit him as the old medic hoisted him up and over his shoulders in a combat carry. The pain only got worse as Med-Evac began running across the war-torn landscape, with a withering crossfire all around them. Even a tough individual like him would cry out with severe discomfort.
AH FRAG!!! HOLY SCRAP DOCBOT!!
The young gunner thought that they would certainly perish, but nonetheless drew his blaster and provided cover fire as Med-Evac carried himmto safety. He was astonished at how quickly the old mech ran, and after a few minutes of jumping from cover to cover, they arrived in the safe zone inside the city borders, where Med brought Greaser to a makeshift field hospital that had been set up in the ruins of an old fort, a fort that Med recalled as being quite a defensible position against Predacons back in the Age of Evolution. Greaser grabbed Med's arm and thanked him.
Thanks for the save, Doc. Wouldn't have made it if you hadn't found me.
Don't sweat it, kid. It's all part of the job.
AH FRAG!!! HOLY SCRAP DOCBOT!!
The young gunner thought that they would certainly perish, but nonetheless drew his blaster and provided cover fire as Med-Evac carried himmto safety. He was astonished at how quickly the old mech ran, and after a few minutes of jumping from cover to cover, they arrived in the safe zone inside the city borders, where Med brought Greaser to a makeshift field hospital that had been set up in the ruins of an old fort, a fort that Med recalled as being quite a defensible position against Predacons back in the Age of Evolution. Greaser grabbed Med's arm and thanked him.
Thanks for the save, Doc. Wouldn't have made it if you hadn't found me.
Don't sweat it, kid. It's all part of the job.
As Med handed Greaser over to the field medics, who were working hastily to keep the high influx of patients alive, he had received a distress call on the local Autobot BattleNet.
--T-this is *static* in Sector 9. We're taking heavy *static*; only a few of us left! Requesting immediate backup!--
The voice in the transmission belonged to a femme officer, amd it carried the unique signature of his sparkmate, Airdrift. She was in trouble, and calling for help. HIS help. Med shouted into the comms hastily as he scrambled out of the field hospital.
--T-this is *static* in Sector 9. We're taking heavy *static*; only a few of us left! Requesting immediate backup!--
The voice in the transmission belonged to a femme officer, amd it carried the unique signature of his sparkmate, Airdrift. She was in trouble, and calling for help. HIS help. Med shouted into the comms hastily as he scrambled out of the field hospital.
This is Chief Field Surgeon Med-Evac; help is on the way!
Med turned in the direction from where the transmission originated, and his optics widened in horror as he watched the sector get hammered by an airstrike. He clenched his fists and ran at full sprint through the rubble and chaos. His internal systems ached and his rotators cried for him to slow down, but he shrugged off his fatigue. This was too important for him to delay. His mate's life was in danger, and he needed to reach her. He arrived in the vicinity shortly afterward, and ran right into a Decepticon scout. Med snarled as he exchanged punches with the amused Decepticon, the latter underestimating the medic's urgency.
Well well, what do we have here? You look worn out, old mech. Perhaps it is time for you to retire-!"
Not today, you son of a glitch!
Med-Evac growled as his knives shot out from his arms, giving the scout a menacing glare as he took precise swings, catching the unfortunate scout off guard as his arm was loped off. Before the scout could react, he was decapitated by the medic. Med had no time to waste, and immediately began scouring the area for his beloved. Several minutes passed and Med began to get frantic; where could she be? He could feel her spark's agony and weakness across their bond, and he used that to close in on her. He saw bits of rubble rolling off of a pile of debris where a wall used to be, and reacted instantly. He began digging with anxiety as he threw chunk of metal left and right.
And then, he found her. There lay Airdrift, her mangled frame battered by the weight of the rubble that had buried her by the now useless airship that she had attempted to use to escape with. Her sapphire blue optics flickered as she looked up at Med weakly, her one remaining servo reaching for him shakily. Her voice box produced static, suggesting that it too was severely damaged.
Meddy...
I'm here, Airdrift. Just hang in there, everything is going to be alright now.
I'm here, Airdrift. Just hang in there, everything is going to be alright now.
Med immediately went to work, ignoring the advancing Decepticons as he assessed her condition. Airdrift was in critical condition, and her spark was fading fast; while Med was the most experienced medic available, he did not have the equipment necessary for the operations Airdrift needed, and the window of success was going fast. He did'nt get her to the field hospital in time... No. No, she was not going to die here. Airdrift was going to live! She wouldn't die here, and he could still save her. He had to save her.
....But fate had other plans....
As Med worked frantically, using his EMP on its lowest setting to sedate Airdrift as he began field surgery, he let out a cry of pain as a sudden bolt of plasma ripped into his back. As steam rose from his wound, Med twirled his revolver from its holster and turned to fire at the source, a Vehicon soldier. He took aim, shrugging off another hit that ripped clean through his waist, severing cords and wires. He bit his denta hard as he fired again and again, the first round causing the soldier to stagger and the other two ripping through his armor and knocking the adversary off his feet.
He growled in pain as he then heard the screech of a mortar round, looking up in time to see the streak of a concussion shell coming down on their position. He instinctively draped his frame over Airdrift to shield her from the blast, and next thing he knew he could feel his legs and back get peppered by sharp bits of shrapnel as he himself was sent flying. His stabilizers became disoriented as he tumbled into the destroyed airship, which made a hard impact with his helm that sent another sharp wave of pain that rattled into his processor as the left side of his audio receptor was broken off. He fell to the ground with enough force to take the wind out of him, and Med groaned as tried to correct his blurred vision. He could feel a crack in his left optic, and could see the sparks of electricity raining from where that part of his audio wing once was, and he felt energon leaking down his faceplate and covering his left optic, causing him to lose vision in his left side. He could not hear anything on his left side either, and a splitting processor-ache caused him to grit his denta and claw at the ashen ground.
He struggled to get to his feet, crawling up onto his servos and knees before forcing himself to his feet. As soon as his right pede hit the ground, a wave of pain struck him and caused him to fall over. Energon was leaking from the wounds on his back and waist, and the pain it caused was overloading his nodes. He was severely wounded, but his own well-being was of no concern. It was Airdrift who he was concerned about. He forced himself back up, limping and staggering as he dragged himself along, stumbling on any chunk of rubble that he could lean on to remain upright. He ignored the piercing ring coming from the damaged audios, as he searched for his mate. He found her, thirty feet from where she had been previously. Part of her faceplate had been blown off by the blast, as well as one of her legs; many pieces of armor and chassis were scattered about. She managed to say something, but all Med could hear was muffled by the intense ringing and static.
Airdrift lay there, her body twitching weakly as her one remaining, dimming optic looked up at him with fear and pain. They could feel each other's pain, and deep down in his spark Med knew this was the end, but that stubborn defiance that he known for kept Med from admitting defeat. He dropped to one knee as he reached down and summoned what remained of his strength to cradle his mortally wounded sparkmate in his bleeding arms as he forced himself onward, toward the safety of the Autobot lines. To survival. Med could not give up, not with his beloved sparkmate depending on him for survival. The determined medic pushed himself on, beyond what his damaged systems could take, defying Death itself to save Airdrift.
Med managed to stagger 200 yards through the chaos and destruction, before he felt two more sharp bolts of plasma strike his battered frame, one hitting the back of his left knee and the other on his left shoulder. Med roared in agony as he lost feeling in his leg, and fell sideways to the ground. He held Airdrift close, absorbing the brunt of the fall. As a squad of Decepticons closed in on them, a barrage of machine gun fire mowed them down. Through what remained of Med's audio receptors, he could hear the distant shouts of Autobots coming to help them.
Stay with me now, dear. Help is almost here. You'll be at the hospital in no time.
Stay with me now, dear. Help is almost here. You'll be at the hospital in no time.
Just as he began to feel hope, Med's focus returned to his sparkmate, and it was then, as he felt her rapidly fading spark and saw that sad but peaceful look on what remained of Airdrift's faceplate, that reality hit him. Med stared into her flickering blue optic as she managed one final weak smile, her trembling servo reached up to his bloodied faceplate, her digits clung to the side of his helm and caressed his cracked cheek. Her voice box strained to produce her last words through the static, and she trembled in Med's energon-soaked arms as she whimpered in pain.
...Med..... I... I... l-love.... you.....
And just like that, Airdrift's one remaining optic dimmed as she went limp in Med's arms. Her presence faded into a void of cold emptiness, and a wave of intense pain gripped Med's spark and caused him to scream in such agony and despair that it carried across the immediate area for all to hear. Airdrift was gone, and despite everything, regardless of Med's efforts and no matter how hard he tried, his sparkmate had joined the Well of Allsparks. The sharp overloading of his sensor nodes from the shock and pain on his spark nearly put Med in stasis lock, but in his defiance and anger he held on, clinging to his deceased mate's cold wreck as he dropped to his knees, looking up to the fiery sky above as he let out cries of pain and loss that echoed off of the ruins and rubble.
... Med would never be the same again.....