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Post by BackTrack on Dec 28, 2017 21:19:28 GMT
The medbay consisted of several rooms that lead towards a much larger one. This one had one side that made up the outer wall, while the main entrance was at the other end. Left and right of it were smaller rooms where patients could be held separately or moved before or after an operation. Each room could be closed shut, even locked, or remain open, depending of the use and need. They were reserved for long term 'patients' while the one marked with a small oval shaped symbol, was meant for mnemosurgery. It had been aranged to BackTrack's tastes with the choice equipment with displays, controls and various tools of 'motivational' treatment for those less willing. It was all stored away neatly, clean, orderly.
One of the rooms that lead directly into the repair/operating room belonged to BackTrack since his moving in, and the one beside was reserved for his sometime's back up, BuildUp. When BuildUp did not use it, it was used as a storage room and contained various materials, bodyparts, replacements, tools, saws, etc. They were stored in containers that would usually remain locked up.
The main repair room consisted of berths of several sizes of which the height could be adjusted and cupboards and lockers filled with any additional tools a medic would need. It was as clean and spotless as the rest. The lights could be adjusted at angles. This was also where the various liquids, and medical grade energon was stored, as various pain nullifiers.
The medbay itself is built so that in normal times, light can enter through reinforced windows. Those are quite thick and can sustain smaller calibres and energy blasts directly. However in emergency times there are several protocols that will be followed. First: Energy shields. These start up first line of protection. The second step can be initiated even before there's a need for it or before they can no longer sustain fire. Second: Emergency shut down. This means that additional thick armoured wall will slide over the windows and wall. This can sustain a hefty barrage of powerful gunfire. Third: The patients are moved into the lower section, underground, via as near a direct passage as possible. This area is fortified and well defended against attack. ____________________________________________________________________________________________
After the vehicon was repaired and sent on his way BackTrack stretched out on one of the berths studying the ceiling thoughtfully. There was a light that needed replacing. Perhaps he could ask BuildUp for a few things to make work in the medbay easier. He reached out to fetch a datapad from the other berth, beginning to flick through the information on it. Most of the files were from patients he had that day, some from the older cases from skirmishes. The work was pretty... same. Some of the vehicons had managed to impress him with their ingenuity on the various unusual injuries that they've managed to obtain, but most was pretty in the range of the usual.
"... No.. Not this one.. hmm.. oh." He tapped the comm calling one of the vehicons on the list for a check up. It was an older model that had sustained a fairly sizeable damage when their ship crashed. Much of his frame needed to be rebuild or put together from the parts of those that had perished. He had been released to duty a month or so ago, but he still liked to check up on him. There was also an arrangement he liked to indulge in. Remove the memories of the horrors of that crash and the many dead in exchange for, well, the act of removing them.
It did not take long till the door slid open the vehicon in question stepping inside. BackTrack sat up and smiled. "Make yourself comfortable. We will begin treatment shortly." He tilted his helm. "Is the hip joint still giving you trouble?" Older models sometimes needed a bit more readjusting and modifying till their frames worked in sync with new parts.
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Post by ailnoth on Dec 31, 2017 1:07:07 GMT
Entering through the main entrance of the medbay, the mech known as Hailgen stood at forty five foot tall and was one of the larger members of Ailnoth's personal guard which where easily identified by the standard uniform of the ebony armour which glistened in the bright lighting of the room. Alongside the deadly halberd that had been folded across his back at around waist level, with the use of transformation technology spreading out the lengthy weapons size into a large cylinder shape rather than forcing him to carry it everywhere. Which had allowed him to briskly enter the area, with only his natural instincts causing him to slow down and observe his surroundings stopping the mech from going any faster and bulldozing through anything in his path. Including the blast doors which most of the rooms had been equipped with including the one he suddenly came to a halt outside of, which was currently occupied.
Just as Hailgen knew it would be, having received the medic schedules like the rest of high command allowing the mech to arrive during a less populated time. Which was becoming a notably rarer occurrence as the skirmishes between the Autobot's and Decepticon's became more common. For the moment though the work schedule of Kaon's medical crew was rather low and those that did require their help possessed largely minor problems.
Which was part of the reason why Ailnoth had felt it perfectly reasonable to summon BackTrack in part to assist with his monthly checkup, a process Hailgen was used to doing but with Ailnoth's position as Supreme Commander it had only seemed natural to find another professionals opinion. After all although Hailgen had plentiful experience in dealing with Ailnoth their was always the chance he might have missed something important. As such with that in mind he found knocking on the door to the mnemosurgeon a rather simple action, regardless of the dangers it could place a patient in if they where currently being operated on.
"BackTrack, Lord Ailnoth has requested your presence."
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Post by BackTrack on Dec 31, 2017 9:10:05 GMT
The main area of the medbay was presently surprisingly empty, so the time that was chosen to approach the medic had certainly been the correct one. Within the confines of the room, which the guard had approached there were only two Cons, one was the medic, needle deep in his work, the other the vehicon, that he was working on. The latter had been given a rather comfortable seat to recline in. There was even a faint melody playing in the background, one that had not interfered with the chance of hearing what went outside of his medbay, but at the same, one that was as calming as the smooth tone of the medic's voice.
After the knock there was silence from the otherside however. It took a few moments before a voice spoke up. It wasn't BackTrack's but his patient's. Having awareness of the outside world, while sunk within the mind of another, was trying, yet when his assistant was not present, that was required. And considering the place his mind was now, he had borrowed the capacity of speech and use of the voicebox,to answer: "I will be with you in a moment."
Then there was silence again, no noise coming from either the vehicon patient, or from the medic. Retreating from a mind, his servos slid back, the needles disappearing back into the digits, leaving near nothing behind. He wiped a cloth like material, pliant and absorbent, over the area on the patient's neck plating. "Have a reacharge, and leave when you done." He said, his smile pleasant, his optics just a little brighter. He patted the vehicon. "We'll continue tomorrow."
With that done he walked to the door and as it slid open, his optics shifted from 'optic level' up to where the larger bot's were. "Lead the way. Should I be concerned?" The tone did not betray worry over the audience with the Lord, but more over whether the Lord had obtained injuries that needed mending. That was always a probability, although with no news of actual battle having taken place, a much smaller one. Then again, there were backstabbers everywhere, rife in the Con ranks. There was something he had meant to speak with the Lord about as well. Perhaps now would be an opportunity. He threw a glance at the main room and pulled the data pad from his subspace to make a quick note in it and check his time table for the day. He had about an hour and a half of time before the participants of another skirmish would be returning back to base with possible injured. Plenty enough time to do whatever his lord required.
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Post by ailnoth on Dec 31, 2017 17:02:31 GMT
As the two met outside of the office, Backtrack had been working in, Hailgen began to slowly roam his eyes over the others form. As although he'd personally chosen the mech based on the work he had seen, the two had rarely actually met face to face outside of those occasions where their focus fell solely on patients. Now alone however and without a patient to take up all of their focus, Hailgen felt safe to look over his fellow mech with a critical eye and absolute silence.
Eventually though, only seconds after meeting in reality, Backtrack began to speak so he could request knowledge of his Lord's condition. A question which had just enough concern in it's tone that Hailgen felt confident enough he wasn't dealing with another of the snakes that has slivered into the Decepticon's hierarchy. Which had been in disarray and anarchy until the current leadership had arrived on Cybertron. Although not everyone had been happy about the improvements which had led to more than a few Decepticon's being demoted or punished. Only to lead to more than one foolish attempt to assassinate Ailnoth or organised coups which where promptly squashed to the point even rumors of dissent where rare. In that regard the attempts to overthrow him had reduced significantly since the events of the first month, but the possibility had left all of his allies watchful.
It wasn't exactly surprising in that regard it had taken months before Ailnoth's personal doctor had deemed the assistance of an unaffiliated doctor.
"There is little reason for concern that I am aware of, though that is also why you are being summoned. A second opinion is necessary and you have done well enough that your loyalty has not been in question. As for further details naturally we shall not speak of them here, confidentiality is crucial."
With that Hailgen turned around, heading back the way he came from and towards the Supreme Commander's personal quarters. He felt no need to state that had expected to be followed.
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Post by BackTrack on Dec 31, 2017 17:23:00 GMT
BackTrack was mildly amused that he was inspected by the guard, though he made no fuss about it, nor try to stand any which way that would have concealed something or other. He had nothing to hide. He was a medic and worked as one. He also was known for his skills in mnemosurgery and did not see the need to hide that either. Ailnoth had become their new leader and since, he had sworn loyalty to him. He had not personally seen him in his 'practice' and was surprised now, but that too, he did not show. With a light nod, he listened to Hailgen's words. His smile seemed more relaxed and with what he could consider as compliment he inclined his head in thanks. To be trusted to see their Lord, was not something to brush off lightly. Decepticons were well known for their scheming, and no other could be as dangerous as one's medic, should he feel like being so. Medics were meant to repair, but they could help worsen the situation as well, until it could not be helped. He of course had no intention to do so, towards their lord. "Naturally." Was his only response, when told that further discussion was to be moved somewhere more private. He had medical data on most if not all of those in their faction, currently present. Then again, none of that had leaked to anyone, and would not, as far as he was concerned. With light movements, and poise that almost bordered on elegant and yet noble, he followed. His wings folded when passing through the door, and then relaxed again, when there was more space offered to them. He had begun wiping his digits and servos, a habit to prep himself, whether it was for a check up, or whether the patient would need things replaced and removed. "I have not seen you in my medbay." He murmured offhandedly. "I'd like to know that one of your level of importance and status is not harbouring a spark threatening rust of some kind." Ever interested in the condition of others, be it mental or physical, he smiled. His other concerns and thoughts he would voice once they were in the private quarters of Ailnoth. Walls had audials after all, some literal and some could have just been 'bugged'. ailnoth
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Post by BackTrack on Feb 23, 2018 11:10:37 GMT
......... Returning from personal chambers of Ailnoth ........... BuildUp was not in the medbay, although that was to be expected. He had his own duties to attend to and his own work to complete. Darkmount had been turned into a proper fortress by now, with defences that would keep it safe, should the Autobots decide to attack. It would be a massacre really, with hardly any ground gained. He hadn't asked though the day before BuildUp had been in a talking mood about it. Today he was just busy again. He'd go to join the mission soon, which would include the medic as well. They were a team, mostly, and there would be patients to fix as soon as the fighting would begin, he was sure. With a glance around the medbay there was something else that he had come to check and see. Tarn had requested to meet him. He doubted it was to question his loyalty. There had been no reason to. As long as Ailnoth was their lord, he would remain his loyal servant, as long as he followed and was true to the cause, he would be followed. Well now, it was probably about something else that he had noticed, when he saw the other cybertronian. Something that was in his field of work, which if he was correct, was good. Tarnation
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Post by Tarnation on Feb 23, 2018 14:06:29 GMT
Tarn had been waiting for some time now, already gotten bored of it. To pass the time he had paced around, inspecting the bay and what it contained. It was important to know where the energon was stored, he always required more. The large mech turned at the sound of the medic arriving, his purple stare locking onto the smaller con.
"There you are. I almost thought you weren't going to come. Very well. I require you to fix my mask, it got damaged in my most recent scuffle with the autobots. However due to privacy reasons, you cannot see my face. If you do, I would have to forcefully discharge you from duty. Is this understood?" Tarn asked casually as he approached, stepping into view of the other one.
He slowly pulled out an energon injector and inserted it in his arm, refueling himself and feeling his strength return. It was a great feeling, and he needed it to keep functioning. He threw another glance at the medic before turning around and walking over to a booth. Once there, he removed his mask and threw it towards BuildUp. Now he simply waited until the procedure would be over.
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Post by BackTrack on Feb 23, 2018 14:28:42 GMT
"Understood." He had no intend to argue with this patient. While he wanted to give him a more thorough onceover, this wasn't the time and in Tarn's case, it would be the other Decepticon that would approach him with the request and not BackTrack insisting. He turned away once Tarn moved towards the booth. He waited. He kept his optics directed downwards so that he would not be able to accidently glimpse at the features so carefully guarded. When he heard the clank, he tilted his helm to see where the mask had landed. With his gaze still downwards he walked to it. Knelt, and picked it up. He gave it a quick once over.Inside and out. First wiping it clean from the soot and the remains of what he guessed could have been someone else's energon, he began his work on it. First he checked whether the framework itself of it was going to hold or whether metal there needed replacing as well. It seemed that the structural integrity of it had not been affected, which had him turn towards the optic glass on it that did get shot and was cracked. "Same colour, same design, right?" He asked, his back now turned to Tarn. It was better and safer that way. He did not want the larger decepticon to have even a sense that he would try to look at him. He removed the old glass carefully, and placed it down while he sifted through the various optic glasses he had stored in one of the containers. When he found the blank that was as good as it could be, he took it, measured it again and then applied heat to mould it carefully into shape. With a few more comparisons, and tests he was pleased wit hwhat he had made. It would be of the same density as the one before, and it would be equally able to protect the optic underneath. It did not take him long to have it set and the mask look as if it had not been shot ever before. He paused then placed it on the table a bit closer to where Tarn was, never ever even trying to look in his direction. "It is done." He lowered his helm again. "...My optics are offlined and turned downwards." And true to his words his optics were actually without any light emitting from them, offlined for the time that Tarn needed to go, take his mask and fastened it again. "Let me know if it is acceptable, sir." He added respectfully. Tarnation
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Post by Tarnation on Feb 24, 2018 22:56:21 GMT
The leader of the DJD patiently waited for the medic to finish repairing his mask. It was a crucial tool which he needed to operate. Both for his own well-being and for other, more traditional and personal reasons. Nothing that he'd ever discuss openly, but he had his reaaons. The occasions he didn't have his mask were luckily few and far between, which made Tarn less concerned that anyone would see what was underneath.
He heard the medic call for him and tell him that the mask was repaired. This prompted him to rise up from the berth he was sitting on, striding back out to take a look. It was just as it should be and he reattached the mask, a slight smile on his face. "Thank you, meduc. This will do perfectly. I trust you've done all that you've could to repair it." Tarn said, his purple gaze fixated on the mech in front of him."You are allowed to restart your optics now."
The mech pondered what to do next. There wasn't anyone on the List that was close and he had no means of chasing them down. When things finally started going well for him. Nothing to be upset with though, there were other things to do. He tapped the right side of his helm, sending a signal to two of his fellow Justice Division members. :: "Vos, Tesarus, things are moving along. I need a status update on your work, ASAP." :: With that said, he exited the medbay. He had a battle to win and a city to conquer.
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Post by BackTrack on Feb 25, 2018 7:21:18 GMT
"I've done my best, as you deserve no less than that, sir." Backtrack confirmed with a slight nod. When he received permission to have his optics onlined, the flickered to life, his helm tilting a bit as he looked up only to be met with the sight of the much larger mech infront of him. He glanced at the mask, as if making a final check at whether they were good or whether anything still needed fixing. Of course there wasn't. His work had been done with the greatest attention to detail and skill.
He did a short, shallow bow when Tarn turned to leave and waited for the larger mech to do so, before he glanced around the medbay again. ::BuildUp, where are you? :: He sent, as his appointments have for the moment cleared up. It appeared that they were expected elsewhere. Whether they would take part or simply return to keep the medbay ready for the influx of the wounded.
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Post by BuildUp on Feb 25, 2018 7:26:44 GMT
::At the hangar. Meet you there.:: Was a short reply. The larger mech had received the massage as well at the request to appear at a location, for a briefing. Like his smaller friend, he was not yet certain whether that was all it would be for them, a briefing, but did not particularly care. His work had been mostly completed, and Darkmount could stand on its own, defended by its systems, walls, and Decepticons.
While the sleeker frame could fly, he could not. It might have been better had the ship that took their lord to the location taken more of the mechs as well, transporting a greater number there, rather than have each find means to travel on their own. Never the less, even this was a minor hurdle that was to be ignored, as doubt in those in charge was not the right way to go, be it even for the littlest things.
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Post by BackTrack on Feb 25, 2018 7:45:10 GMT
:Affirmative. : BackTrack packed a few of his tools into his subspace, cleaned the surface on which he had worked again, cleaned his tools and his servos diligently and only once everything looked as pristine as if it had just been newly purchased, did he leave to meet up with his partner. He'd taken a spare supply of energon, both the sort that he would make BuildUp carry and it was for them, if needed, and the medical grade, that equally he would burden his friend with in part. Of course the other part he would keep in his own storage for when the need would arise. Having refueled he was at top percentage too. Always better be full, than whine about the reserves later.
He checked his neutron assault rifle briefly, made sure that the canister rifle was also stored, baton staff was in stored under the armour of his thigh plating, and the side arm on the other side. All things to keep him and his patients safe considered, it was time to leave.
When he arrived at the hangar he held one energon container for BuildUp to consume, the rest were loaded into the other bot's larger storage - subspace. With that done, he transformed.
As BuildUp was secured, the smaller jet lifted vertically and then flew to get to the meeting point as requested.
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Post by Tarnation on Aug 9, 2018 18:13:54 GMT
Tarn slowly entered the room, limping slightly. It was empty, the medics were outside on the field near the assault. Good for them as a whole, not too great for him. He groaned slightly as it started to hurt more, when the heat of battle and his bloodlust came off. There was a large hole in his leg, with energon slowly trickling out of it. It didn't seem to bleed enough for such a hole, but it did pose as an annoyance to him. He was an odd mech, that was for sure. He moved farther inside, sitting down on a berth, taking a short rest. So many things were on his mind, and he had to deal with all of them. They had won a battle, although not without casualties. They had taken a captive, she had to get interrogated and secured. They had gotten some traction now, they had to not lose this momentum now. He decided it was best to start things off by sending out a few comms to his fellow decepticons. :: "Skywarp, I see you weren't there for the former battle. You better have a good reason for not helping out. However, I have a task for you. Get to the prison complex, there is someone there I want you to interrogate. Be careful though, she has a reputation of being a.. difficult one." :: :: "Backtrack, I request your assistance back at Darkmount. I will be waiting for you. Don't keep me waiting too long now." ::
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Post by BackTrack on Aug 9, 2018 19:18:03 GMT
There were some Decepticons that he would not leave waiting. His friend, Buildup, the Leader, that he had not even know, had gone absent and Tarn, who had called him back to Darkmount. The flight back was uneventful, having his turbines and thrusters in full working order, it was all just about how quickly he could physically get there.
He had expected Tarn to make himself at home. The DjD leader was easily the one who could do as he pleased and nobody would say anything much about it. Most, and he'd seen how the Vehicons would give him a wide berth too, preferred to keep of his radar. One not noticed, would not be inspected, observed or worst of all, land on his list.
"Lord Tarn." he began as he entered the room, spotting the mech on one of the berths. His voice was, as always, calming, with that undertone that seemed to soothe and make patients less of a pain in the aft. "You've called." Even as he approached the mech, his optics already scanned the frame, making an assesment after assessment of his injuries. Helm to pedes, marking down the priority repairs and in which order they would be done. "You've been injured." It was said with an air of surprise, in particular because of how excessive the damage had been on his leg.
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Post by Tarnation on Aug 10, 2018 18:40:24 GMT
Seeing the medic, or rather hearing him, enter, Tarn grunted slightly. "Yes, and you are stating the obvious. I had a run in with a few old friends, I fared better than they did. I require repairs to my leg, to my mask, and I need an energon refill, at once." The mech growled, turning his helm to face the smaller medic. His blade was still covered in energon, dripping on the floor, and the hole in his leg was leaking too. Although, it still wasn't leaking nearly enough for it to be normal. He wasn't looking too well however, but it didn't seem as if it was because of his wounds, but something else.
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Post by BackTrack on Aug 11, 2018 6:15:46 GMT
Judging by how the mech looked the order of things that had to happen was going to be reverse to what he had just said. BackTrack nodded and walked briskly to one of the containers, lining up the wall. He typed in a passcode to let it open. From it he took several energon containers and carried them with the same, efficient, quick pace, back to Tarn.
"Refuel first." He said holding one of the larger ones to the mech. He studied his mask briefly, remembering how he was not allowed to see underneath it, and the whole process through which they'd gone just to avoid that. He said nothing, but moved to scan the frame briefly just to make sure that the priority really was the leg.
After that, still quiet, he moved and fetched some of the tools from a nearby table, pushing it up to the berth so that they would remain in reach. "Do you want me to powerdown your painreceptors before I start removing this..?" He indicated the plating that was far too damaged to be repaired. He did not dare to assume anything with Tarn. Unlike his other patients, he was far less forgiving. He had some of the components ready and raw metals were prepared to be worked into the leg as well, given enough time. The new cabling was nearby, ready to replace the old.
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Post by Tarnation on Aug 11, 2018 9:45:46 GMT
He grunted slightly in approval when the energon was brought to him. He grabbed the cube, before stopping. This was a pure cube. He couldn't take that it, he needed an injector. Growling, he reached into his chest compartment, pulling out his injector, pouring the cube into it. He was rather shaky, as if he couldn't keep himself stable. Eventually, enough was poured into it that he count insert it into his arm, refueling him for the moment. He could feel his strength returning, his optics shining a bit brighter. He coughed slightly, turning his helm to face the medic. "I think you are the one who has to turn off the pain receptors. I don't want you passing out while repairing me." The large mech told the small one bluntly. He was known to cause extreme amounts of pain upon physical contact. Tarn wasn't one to whine about his own pain, if he event felt it. Sometimes, one couldn't be sure. The decepticon leader didn't seem to care much about his own injuries, other than things that had pierced his armor fully.
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Post by BackTrack on Aug 11, 2018 10:16:15 GMT
BackTrack waited for the first of the energon to be injected into the mech. He had gotten used to him taking the energon this way rather than the usual. Never questioned it. "I'll hook you up on a pump for the duration of the repairs." He spoke leaving the large mech once more. When he returned he was wheeling in what looked like a much larger container to which a machine was connected, and from which a narrow cable like tube protruded, partially articulated and with a narrow needle point at the end. "It will keep your intake of energon steady." He murmured holding the needle end up to Tarn. "Give you some respite."
He did not speak more on the matter but rather began to fidget with his own wrist plating, lifting it up. There were a few quick tweaks done, deactivating the pain reception, but keeping the sensors that would let him know how much pressure he applied to the mech, could feel the surfaces. He did not like the blunt feeling that it left his digits in but he would not doubt the warning he had been given. The follow up was a tweak to his system as a whole. He reached out to touch the table, to test how much he could still feel. There was a recognition of hindrance there. He could not feel how cold or hot it was, just that rather see than feel, that it was smooth as he glided his digits over it. He'd move his tools as much as he could, when in contact with this mech, and limit literal physical contact to a minimum.
"Thank you for the warning." He moved closer to Tarn's leg, his visor coming down to analyse it while he reached out to touch it. He could still feel the uncomfortable pressure. It became gradually more unpleasant even painful, the longer the contact persisted.
"Right. Relax, and don't move. The usual." He smiled at Tarn before starting to pry the twisted and partially melted parts of the metal and frayed cabling. In one servo he held the pliers of sorts, while with his other he pressed down one of his scalpels to start and cut the damaged sections away. He'd temporarily pinched some of the larger tubes, to keep the energon from leaking out as well.
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Post by Tarnation on Aug 12, 2018 18:18:45 GMT
He was not one to protest the efforts of the medic, he knew better than him how to handle wounds and whatnot. The needle was inserted into him, keeping his energon levels stable and high. He would not suffer from any fatigue anytime soon because of this. He did not bother speaking either, he was going to use this time to rest, catch up on the thoughts in his mind. He wouldn't admit it, but there were a lot of different thoughts going around, screaming to him to do things, but he did not heed them. He did not answer to anyone but the Cause, or did he? Nobody would know that either, at least he would make sure that it stayed that way. He would not risk anything, not at this point. It could sabotage everything he had worked so hard to build up, over all these years. No, risks could not be taken.
It wouldn't matter if Backtrack pinched or not, almost no energon would come out, and what did was old and oozing. It didn't look as if it had been through circulation for a long time. The whole area looked similar, old and poorly kept together. Deepest inside, below all the layers of plating and armor, another sort of frame could be hinted at, something completely different from the other, both in color and hardness. Although it was very hard to see or even detect, because of how well integrated it was to the rest of him.
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Post by BackTrack on Aug 12, 2018 19:14:55 GMT
BackTrack stopped. He had thought that the ability that this mech had, was the reason his scanner had false readings but now, the deeper he went around the damaged part, and the more he explored things just were not reacting, nor acting like they should. The amount of energon coming out had been far, far too small for what he was getting in now. To top it off, the energon was indeed disgustingly stale, old, putrid. The whole leg appeared as though it belonged not to someone living but...someone dead?
He looked up towards Tarn. He was alive though. He glanced down again, at the damaged leg. "....er.." He began then waited a few moments to gather his thoughts.
"...Lord Tarn. May I suggest a construction of a fully new frame as... it appears that your current with little doubt surpasses what is medically normally possible. While it carries you around for now, the probability of infection to whatever is left healthy,..."
He tilted his helm up from the damage again. "Is quite high. My medical opinion is, that this replacement should be done as soon as possible before your frame fully deteriorates." He had replaced some of shot through parts with new, fresh ones, though he was torn on whether he would not just leave those wires and cables pinched as they were, to avoid rust, or further complications of worsening the state the mech was in.
He had stabilized the leg, made it possible to carry the weight of the large mech and support a transformation, should he need it. He'd even replaced the torn, albeit pinched wiring and cabling, but as he worked he seemed to be more and more concerned about his patient, if also quite intrigued about what he saw.
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