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Post by Nightlock on Feb 20, 2018 16:42:56 GMT
Shadowfire growled in pain as he was put on a berth, he looked back up at the medic in front of him, he didn’t recognize her, but then again he rarely came here unless it was paramount. ”Someone who is broken and different study her and you’ll see what I mean. He told her with a lot more effort then he thought was needed, was he really hurt that bad? Grabbing his chest he sighed, his patchwork had used metal from the rust sea, he hoped that it wasn’t capable of doing something with it so close to his spark. He was never the most resourceful unless he needed the object he was looking for. Seeing her with his sword he forced himself up and grabbed her wrist with his claw, “Trust me, I’m the last person who would help one of them, but she is different, and if the Decepticons suddenly got more of her, should we not figure out who she is?” —- damage is a 8 our of 10 he’s used some basic patchwork to make sure he and Brokenspark could survive the journey.
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 20, 2018 16:57:07 GMT
As sparks was taken in, her body fell limp into the berth as it was placed there. The leaking green liquid comeing from her chest wounds was pooling out, concerning the ground makeing a track to where they came in, and soaking the berth beneath her. She made no sudden movements or sounds other than her limp body falling on the berth.
The markings on her body were purple and green and looked as if was Ana different language written all over her body. If still were to look even slightly over at her, she would notice that despite her being unconscious she was still very alive. For someone with no spark.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Feb 20, 2018 18:35:52 GMT
Stellene took in a sharp inhale to her ventilation system and retreated half a step as the mech pulled at the hip-sized foreigner now plopped on the berth. The icy blue optics suddenly turned cold with a gusted winters rage as she also exhaled with a definite sharpness to this situation. Did that mean-? Closely examining the crippled unconscious being-- Stellene shook her head. At the moment, this was no time to care about factions and their pent hatred for one another. This was simply another patient. But still the words from the mech irritated her. That doesn't mean that I want to figure out who she is- or, what she is for that matter... Clearing her mind from the nonsense, the taller medical 'bot went to retrieve an arsenal of gadgets she had hidden away from earlier and placed them on a tray which she promptly plopped down upon a thin cart. With haste she returned to their aid after flipping the switch to the energon stores. Despite the dire situation of the smaller bashed in frame behind her, Stellene moved to the mech and reached past him, turning a knob that brought over a large tube and a handful of wires. "I'll be dissecting you next to try and figure out how much damage a 'bot needs to take to the module system before they end up going loony and drag some foreign factioned thing into the medbay."She forcefully lifted his helm and removed the broken plating to expose a nicely, partially damaged- mechanical brain module. There she easily slid the connecting cord in and- bam. Stasis. "Figure it out." She growled beneath her breath as she turned her attention to the shattered frame leaking all shades of green to her beautifully cleaned floors. "How about You figure it out. Blasted mech-"As she was grumbling many a thing to herself, the Medical unit lifted a hand-held panel and quickly swiped it once over this bizarre frame nearly cracked open in front of her. She couldn't just start shoving things back together if she had no idea what she was up against here... Hopefully the database has- nope. All that came up when she drew her scanner over was a large planet marked in big red letters. "Useless."
She flipped out of the screen instead and re-swiped it over the individual's entire frame. It scanned the broken pits and pieces, and quickly gave her a large breakdown of what she was dealing with. Oh- the sword was still in her grip. The scanner also brought that on the screen too. It wasn't necessary to even bother looking at. What currently baffled the curved feminine 'bot was, well- the lack of a spark. How is she alive? A good question indeed. The blood was certainly not energon- something foreign. But other than that, the mechanics seemed to be running the same. Unfortunately- if the blood was foreign, she had no way to replace it if too much was lost. Cursing beneath her breath, Stellene's first task was to haul over another cart- but one with a large panel and tubing running both ways. This she kept handy- yet didn't use just yet. So many wounds... With internal pluming hanging out through a massive abdominal gash that broke the harder plates- let's start there. An air-powered nozzle was used to spray out the rust from the blood as she began the quick, tedious process of removing fragments of shrapnel and foreign bodies from the leaking system. It needed to be cleaned. She reached to her machine and removed another small nozzle, a flip of the switch and she began to carefully suction up the flow of green fluids that made locating cables a trickier task. The machine cleaned and replenished the blood similar to that in a hemodialysis system, making sure the minerals are up to par so that nothing was wasted. Once it was cleaned enough for her to see where the spouting leeks were coming from- Stellene retrieved clamps, and clamped the larger vascular cables shut using the tips of her claws. Her guard flew over her face, the lenses bringing a zoomed in area of the openings so she could do these tasks with precision. The sound of a tiny blade was heard as her scalpel heated until it glowed red. This she cut away the warped metal of the outer shell around the gash and widened her opening. There were a few scrapes on the tubing that needed quick mending from the torch to repair, but it wasn't long before everything was returned to their anatomical position back inside the framework. At this point- one more round of suctioning to make sure things were cleaned up, and she began to remove cables wrapped around a wire container. She made the tedious motions of unclamping the flooding vessels and reattaching them together, bonding them in the missing spaces with the new cables. About 13 needed that saving work, then she could start heating the shell to mold back over her exposed wiring. Stellene sighed. One more major wound to go.. The gape in the chest. She began the procedure of sucking up the leaking mess that made her task slippery and difficult, then went right to work with a repetition of the process she had made earlier. However this time she needed to retreat for a second to return with hunks of solid steel to plant back in the shell and frame where the blast had eradicated it all.
The minor wounds would be tended to later... but for some reason she still wasn't getting much of a reading on regaining consciousness... She hooked the machine to the femme and hoped the cleaned blood would give her a boost. After a moment- there still wasn't enough response in the brain module for her to continue to the mech.
"Damn."
Stellene pondered on what she did wrong before finally retrieving her scanner again. Another once-over the body. No, that dumb sword is still- oh, why does this creature still even have that thing. For the love of primus this is a medbay not a gladiato- she moved to grab the handle, but paused with the beeping from her scanner. Stellene blinked her lenses together and looked at what it brought to her.
"The sword- is ALIVE?"
She glanced back to the weapon, and again to her screen. She was getting readings from the sword as it leaked some sort of essence from the large splitting crack along the blade.
"THE BLOODY HELL." A phrase she picked up from Earth that she so desperately loved. "I'm a Doctor! Not a weapons smith!!!"
Grumbling a slew of curses fierce enough to put a prime to shame, Stellene deliberately snatched the sword right out of the smaller servos. She paused as an odd sensation overcame her.... And moved to... do something with it. She plopped it on the bottom of the berth and tapped her foot. She couldn't treat it like a wound. All she could do was heat the damn thing, set it in a giant clamp, smooth the metal- and call it good. Which- is exactly what she did. She made sure not to take too much time with this task for... each time she touched it- she felt Weird.
But- just like the femme herself- it was smoothed together and mended with Stellene's favorable finesse. She was a perfectionist- shotty work wasn't going to fly with her.
The blade was plopped back down at the femme's feet- and hoped that was all she needed to do. The other shrapnel damage she'd have to deal with after this mech was finished- she spent all the time she could on this patient.
After tinkering around and mending the major wound sites back on the foreign being she's now dubbed Swords- Stellene moved with a sense of grace to work on her crippled comrade. He was covered in rust- much to her dismay. Stellene carefully removed each patch of rust and quickly used an air-powered tool to blast out the debris from the wounds before she moved with a sort of swiftness with a flaming torch in hand. She used her specs on her mask that fell over her face to zoom in on each cable that needed clamping and repair, being careful not to damage the inside wiring. It felt so wonderful to be back in the reins again... in fact, the femme began to hum as she repeated the process she had done while closing up the wounds on Swords to the gaping puncture wounds across his chasis. She had half a mind to hook him up to life support just for a good boost to his energon- but one look at his spark said otherwise. He'd explode if she hastily rushed that. Stellene fell back to a canister full of parts she brought with and removed a special steel chunk. Simply a block of steel. This was specifically for spark repair- and now she was grateful she brought it. She had no idea where anything in the storage room was at just yet. With a heated scalpel she removed a portion of the block, then began to cut back and pull open the large plating surrounding the mech's chamber. The spark itself wasn't damaged- but the ring supporting it inside the framework was. He was lucky to be alive at the moment. Like putty, she tacked on the metal to the damaged edge and very- very- verrrryyyyyy cautiously welded the piece together. This was a touchy situation- no interruptions should break her from concentration. After spending minutes simply repairing his chamber and testing it, Stellene brought out more metalwork to repair the base frame supporting the chamber around the wound. Energon was making a mess everywhere, which she promptly hunted down the broken cables and pluming to weld it back shut. Her work was practically flawless, and she took time making sure of that. Optics whirled in her head as she switched gears. Her humming coming from her vocals came to stop. It was just shell repair from here. Which she did quickly- but- now for the damaged helm...
It looked much worse than it actually was. All she needed for this entire crown work were her more simple tools. She heated the metal and smoothed it back together with gentle digits.
"Beautiful." Her low muttering drifted out as she stepped back. He had lost quite a bit of energon, and now she could address that.
Stellene finally reached for the large hunk of tubing she had brought around that connected to the energon tank, and dragged it right over to his spark, nozzeling it shut. With a flip of the switch the life-force was reentering the mech until no more was needed. Again she flipped the machine switch and unlatched it, cleaned the mech up- and brought him back online from stasis.
Stellene stepped back from the fixed-up mech and began to brush her servos together. "There! Good as- well. Not as new. But congratulations- you lived."Not much time to celebrate- it was little tedious time now. As the mech would return to his normal bossy self, Stellene retrieved pliers and her torch. She repaired the damage done to multiple stab-wounds to the bot's chassis, smoothed the metal shell over, then whirled around to her second patient that still required attention. "Almost done- Then you both will be free to leave me the hell out of this."
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 20, 2018 18:53:13 GMT
”I’m sorry to report, that my mental condition is as poor as possible” He said this with a bit of venom in his voice, as he has thrown away all decency he had for others out his spark so that he could be the best at surviving this war, his frame looked black but if they looked close enough they would realize it was actually a incredibly dark blue with dust and grime making it darker, his Prosthetic claw also let go of the medic when he realized she wasn’t going to hurt the prisoner...and he sure wished he could answer her question, he didn’t know why he brought her here, he said it was to study her but he had a bad feeling some part of the prankster mech that was his past self had come back to blast him in the back. And this didn’t help his mood at all.
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 20, 2018 18:59:17 GMT
The repairs on Sparks were sufficient enough for her body to be circling around the Green fluid that is her equivalent of energon, that she had left that is. The markings on her body however flashed the same green cookout as the blade when she decided to pick it up.
"Place me back within her grasp this instant Medic. Now that I am repaired thanks to your be littling knowledge of her, I can now wake her to a conscious state. The repairs you have done have greatly improved her state of being. I'll make sure to tend to the fact that she thanks you when she is awake. Nownplace me back within her grasp."
The voice spoke to her as she had picked up the blade and repaired it. No other bit in the room. Yet a fourth voice of chilling yet tender concern was spoken to her, and only her. The others could not hear
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Feb 20, 2018 20:02:23 GMT
The silver frame froze when she was about to toss the sword to a distant area of the massive bay whenever this foreigner woke from her hefty slumber she toiled in. Stellene blinked as words flowed through her and mingled her own thoughts, she whirled around attempting to pin the voice- then shuttered her lenses when she finally got a grasp of- what was in her grasp. Chills sent through her body as she replaced the weapon immediately to the repaired femme, more out of the want to get rid of the thing rather than fear. Having seen many bizarre instances walk through those doors, it was easy enough to push to the back of her thoughts.
It took a full moment for her to regain herself as the fixed up mech spoke, she would of have thrown back her own shade of sass, but now her vocals had been chilled and she simply slid back to her generic medical note. She returned to the rough mech and began the minor tasks of retrieving shrapnel from his shell and mending the solid metal back together.
"Well soldier you're in good company."
She retreated with the torch and moved to toss him a buffer. Her steel blue optics returned to the shape of the femme, wondering if the state she is currently in is approachable or not to finish last minute repairs...
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 20, 2018 20:36:16 GMT
If I where you I’d Jam that blade into the wall nowhere near her. He said to the mech working on him, his warmask slide from his face and onto the top of his chest out of her way as he sighed, how much time and I confined to the medbay this time?” His crimson optics blinking at her, he didn’t have any anger just general wearyness to the general state of stillness.
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 20, 2018 20:49:53 GMT
Sparks had her hand grip onto the blade as it was placed there. It was a few moments after words she started to moan. She was able to hear everything that had happened, includeing that last remark. She stayed laying down and her optics stayed closed but she was able to respond.
"Take him...from...me....and it will be....the last....thing you do." she coughed after her responce then continued.
"I...won't use it" she then opened her optics and sat up on the berth. She looked at them both, she winced at the pain as she did but sucked it up. She put her other arm over her torso as she clenched her teeth. "Provided......No one.....makes me...use...it" she glared at him then her look got softer and she closed her optics.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Feb 20, 2018 21:07:32 GMT
Her icy blue gaze flickered back to the mech when he spoke, a thin smile nervously playing upon her expression as her faceplate lifted with amusement. He seemed to be a little slowed down from her chucking him in and out of stasis so quickly. Meaning that the mech probably needed a good deal of rest. The pauldrons over her shoulder shrugged as Stellene cast a few words back to the mended patient.
"Ah-yes well, I believe the term tokened from Earth is- You never bring a sword to a gun-fight. Or in this case... a sword to an Autobot base." Stellene chuckled at the thought. "If you need to rest yet Soldier, I can plug you into a recharging unit and polish you up."
When the lithe smaller frame began to pop back up with a new sense of life flowing through the wiring systems, Stellene refocused her attention to the first patient that had began to sit up.
"Oh-- no one is going to make you use it here. Not in my bay. Gunfighting is strictly forbidden here. Or at least I strive to banish any sorts of fighting. Now- I don't know why you're sitting up I still have a few shrapnel wounds to fix up on you..."
Her voice steadied, yet firmed at the same time as she cautiously approached a few steps forwards. Even if this... foreigner decided to fight her way out of this- she was freshly fixed and it would be a while for her strength to return from suffering such injuries. Stellene knew she could use force if that is what it came down to- but approaching with a realm of peace was what she was more interested in. Attempting to soothe over the situation, she began a round of small-talk.
"And what is your name, dear?"
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 20, 2018 21:08:36 GMT
Shadowfire rolled out of the berth looking at her, the stasis had made I unapperant of his condition but usally medics still wanted thier patients to hang around, he would see about that latter”please if you took prisoners you would understand that keeping thier weapons away was rule number One” He told her looking back to the medic, “I haven’t seen you before, what’s your name?” He asked, still watching the Decepticon with some disgust, “I’m fine as well, thanks for your concern.”
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 20, 2018 21:17:00 GMT
Sparks looked at the medic as she took a few steps towards her. She listened to her words. Focusing mainly on the fact that no violence was being allowed in the med bay by her. She understand that, it was common sence but still.
She then directed her attention to Shadow as he spoke about keeping her blade away. She glared. "someone is crabby. and if you haven't noticed not all laws, rules, and regulations get followed in a war kid....get used to it"
She then turned her attention back to the medic as she asked what her name was. She raised an Optic ridge, contemplateing wether or not to tell her. Mind you she had already told Shadow her name and if she refused he would just tell the medic himself. She sighed then spoke.
"BrokenSpark, and the one you spoke to earlier was Fracture....He told me to thank you for saveing my life.i appreciate it greatly...." she then looked up at shadow. "however I get the feeling the Mech had different plans for me when he brought me here rather than just a prisoner....am I right Shadow?"
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Feb 20, 2018 21:32:08 GMT
BrokenSpark seemed harmless enough for her. She easily fell into place besides the smaller perched femme placed upon the berth, throwing over her partial mask as her lenses adjusted with a few clicks to fit over the reflective blue optics while she zoomed quickly in on the shrapnel that she retrieved with a few pinches of her digets. In the meantime, her torch was gripped between her fangs within her mouthpiece. Her words were clearly understood, however muffled they came out as.
"Don't mind the big mech, just rolled off the wrong side of the berth is all. Besides, You're all my prisoners here." She joked casually.
The mask retreated over her faceplate for the focused optics to pull away from her work to the grumpier mech.
"My designation is Stellene StellarStart. Stellene, Stelle, whatever is fine." She quickly threw the mask back down with a click within her visor as her torch sparked against the mechanical wiring within Spark's left forearm.
"Ah, not a problem at all, Dear. I will admit, you did give my spark a bit of a jump when that sword of yours with the fitting name spoke to me. It should come with a warning labeled upon the blade."
Stellene paused as she got the grasp of what was being said about more than a prisoner... Her torch lowered and was turned off as she took a step back to the Mech, throwing her servos immediately upon her hips while she spoke.
"More than a prisoner? What in primus do you mean? Speaking of primes, have you even talked to the Prime about this? I don't want to be apart of some dirty underground work that I usually get dragged into."
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 20, 2018 21:41:58 GMT
Alright this was making Shadowfire’s anger spark out of control, “A, my injuries came primarily from her, Stellene, I was hurt but not mortally so, B I had little plans when I came here I just figured i’d try to help both of us survive, as I shared our Energon to get here. C I of course told the prime what happened, wether he got my message I can’t say because I was in the process of trying to survive!”He told them, raising to full height and glaring at both of them, his red optics furious, and his face twisted in anger, for primes sake everything he did was wrong was it? Better turn in his recordings to the command staff who knew, maybe they were worth something or maybe he would get scolded again. Grr this always made him mad, he looked at them, “I’m going to be right back, talk about me all you want.” His warmask slide over his faceplate as he turned and exited the door, heading to the command room to quickly report then come back to watch the Femme.
—- going home so brb in a couple
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 20, 2018 21:48:44 GMT
Sparks watched him get up and lash out. She raised an optic ridge as he did.
"Decepticon....that word alone should be enough to accept sass from me kid. However I do appreciate what did in the field. Any other autobot would have killed me on site....thank you...
She then turned to stellar after sparks watched him walk out.
"when I say more than just a prisoner, I mean he has information regarding myself....that would account into my immediate execution...either that, or high encouragement to joining the autobot ranks.....But I'm going to gather the later
She stretched the back of her head a bit before sighing and continuing.
"ya....no one is really supposed to touch my blade other than myself so, warning label is pointless. Besides, my like of duty I rarely end up in a place like this.....I work from the shadows, not a lot of autobots that do the same. Or if they did, they are all dead... she paused before finishing her comment as she locked optics with stellar. "Your smart, I bet you can guess why"
------- Sounds good Shadow!
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Post by RedOptics on Feb 20, 2018 22:15:21 GMT
Entering the medical bay, the Sergeant wiped the smile she had off her face as she looked inside, Aquahaze at her hip. Looks like the medics were busy, but she knew her little one wouldn't cause much if any harm. Silently striding over to a vacant berth to sit down and set the little rascal free. "Don't cause the medics any trouble okay? If you do I'll just have to take you right back home." She told him, keeping a watchful eye on him as she relaxed her wings a little. The femme didn't pay much attention at all to any others, simply enclosing herself to take care of the only thing she had left.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Feb 20, 2018 22:19:44 GMT
Stellene returned to removing the last few pieces of shrapnel slicing into various cables as the taller mech through himself into a complete rage. She remained cool and calm, not even looking back over her shoulder pauldron to watch him erupt like an Earthly volcano. He must of have been having quite the day, perhaps she was being a little rough on him- but she generally accepted that soldiers seemed to brush it off quite easily.
"Go let off some steam, Hun. We won't be going anywhere."
His thundering peds stormed out of the bay, echoing down the hall was he went. Stellene paused briefly to resume chatting with the 'Con. Having her family a bit mixed on sides, she felt a bit more comfortable speaking with Sparks. She listened while the femme spoke freely- she was easy to talk to, and at this point didn't respond unless addressed. Simply nodding her helm while she extracted another piece of shrapnel a bit higher up the arm plating, Stellene responded with a venting sigh.
"I suppose in ways I am... But rest assured despite having a lab and the knowledge to do so- I do Not. Perform any sort of forceful operation if it is not for the patient's benefit. Don't mistake me for the Autobot's version of Shockwave." She smiled up at Spark and closed up the last of her frame.
"There. Done."
Stellene removed herself and immediately began to regather her tools, cleaning each one off individually until they returned to the shimmering glory she had brought them out as. The cart was gently pushed to the end of the births and the shrapnel discarded into the incinerator. Now she began to clean up the mess of energon that had been leaked all about the bay.
"You are about the most harmless Decepticon I have ever met. Even my son would be putting up more of a fuss than you have. Especially for being an assassin- I assume that is what you mean by working from the shadows."
She disappeared for but a moment, then returned around the corner with an old floor-cleaning machine. It was big, clunky, and she obviously was not fond with it the way she cussed whenever it stuck to the floor. After battling with the object for a moment, she brought it out to the mess and continued to the conversation.
"I am not much to judge another- but you truly do have a fascinating mechanical system. What are you, if you don't mind me asking..."
The medbay doors opened and entered a tall feminine, taller than Stellene herself, the moved to an empty berth with precious cargo. Stellene only looked around her machine for a moment to see who had entered before returning to the conversation with Spark. She was absolutely delighted to see the pair, and despite the urge to rush over, she needed to know the answer the 'Con was about to give. It was also critical to keep the conversation going for Diamond not to gain suspicion about the decepticon sitting upon the berth.... The thought of all hell breaking lose sent an inward groan through her thoughts.
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 20, 2018 22:31:30 GMT
Entering the medical bay, the Sergeant wiped the smile she had off her face as she looked inside, Aquahaze at her hip. Looks like the medics were busy, but she knew her little one wouldn't cause much if any harm. Silently striding over to a vacant berth to sit down and set the little rascal free. "Don't cause the medics any trouble okay? If you do I'll just have to take you right back home." She told him, keeping a watchful eye on him as she relaxed her wings a little. The femme didn't pay much attention at all to any others, simply enclosing herself to take care of the only thing she had left. “Trust me I’m the least of her worries.” He told the Femme that entered, partly snapping at her. He walked past her and growled. Wondering where he was going to find a commander to deposit information on, shrugging he moved on to the command room
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 20, 2018 22:38:20 GMT
Sparks looked up at the new comers into the med bay. She watched them as they walked over and sat on one of the berths. She then heard shadows comment to them and she glared at him.
She then turned her attention back to Stellar.
"yes, That is indeed my line of work. It also includes interrogation as well as Alchemy science. As for me being nice? I'm simply makeing sure that I am not escorted out and shot on site. Since violence in here is a big no no as you have so out it.
She closed her optics before finishing the comment.
"I may be a decepticons, but I'm an honest one. When I do things they always have a reason. Mirdering for the sake of a kill I find is pointless. You cybertronians remind me so much of my home planet"
She then opened her optics and looked at stellar as she asked what she was.
"well, since you autobots have only treated me with nothing but hospitality since being taken here, I guess it's the least I could tell you. I am a shadow warrior from the planet shador. If there were to be any record of it in your data banks it would be to avoid my planet at all costs. You think you cybertronians are violent with your ears here. Wait till you see a day in a ShadowWarriors life."
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Feb 20, 2018 23:21:41 GMT
"Hah- fair enough." Stellene chuckled in response to Sparks remark as she whirred the machine to life and pushed it across the messed floor. Behind the machine the floor dazzled, finally being cleaned up. It only took but a few minutes. She stopped it at the end of the berth and straightened back up.
"Honor is what a few beings lack." She nodded as the Con continued to speak.
"A ShadowWarrior from Shador- well, I will consider myself lucky to be meeting you today, and I will take your word for it. Honestly I am quite happy in the Bay here, but should anyone ever suggest going to Shadow I'll be the first to tell them otherwise."
She clapped her servos together.
"Well- for as many questions as I would love to ask you, I am afraid that I must put you into stasis, or at least a recharging state- Ehr- with your design- is that something ShadowWarriors can be put into...? You seemed to have a similar makeup as us, but, y'know. I promise I will wake you when the mech returns."
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 20, 2018 23:26:49 GMT
"honour is somthing that a good portion of the decepticons lack that's for sure. But still, I owe my life to them. Just as I owe it to you and shadow now as well
She listened to her speak some more then heard that she was needed in stasis lock. She could be programmed down yes, but she does not see the good in doing so, she would prefer to stay awake.
"I would prefer to stay awake if at all possible, but yes I can be out into stasis. If I must be. all I ask is that my blade not be seperates from me at all. I promise not to use it or lash out. But I need Fracture.i cannot be separated from him for any reason. she wanted to make this clear to her. It does not matter who enters this area, what their opinions are, or anything. Her blade stays with her. In.one.piece.
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