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Post by RedOptics on Jan 6, 2018 22:46:36 GMT
The femme did as the medic wished, just wanting the ordeal to be over. "I only care about his death... And I'll go to hell and back if it means I can avenge my- agh!" She moved a little too fast for her condition, and felt a sharp pain go through her, causing her wounds to spark. The femme hissed and spat, clutching herself as the pain died down, and so did her sparks. All that was left was a steaming lump of Autobot, panting angrily and attempting to calm down.
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 6, 2018 23:30:28 GMT
Backdraft soon entered, dragging his shouting brother in by his feet.
"I swear to primus Backdraft if you don't let go i will melt you down and sell your remains on-"
Backdraft tossed him over by Wheelspin before sitting down against the wall.
Skyflare's joints grinded as he tried to sit up. His bullet wounds continued to leak as he moved.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 7, 2018 19:55:57 GMT
"You will have your revenge. But if you do it right, Aquahaze will not need to grow up without both of his creators." Wheelspin decided to leave it for now and focus on repairing her fully with what tools and materials he had at servo. He had removed what metals he could not reuse, bend back or make work, cleaned up the damaged back, did the same with the various internal parts, cables, wires, wheels, pumps and whatnot. Replaced the ones that would not be salvagable, salvaged those that were and could be made to function well. Once he was done with that, he had put his welding and cleaning tools away momentarily. Reshaping as best he could, the making metal cover, he took back his welder and smoothed it into position so that it would fit her original design. The reshaping took him a while, as he had matched it with the 3D blue print of her a couple of times till he was satisfied. The storm outside began to die down. When he reapplied the metal plating the worst of it had blown over them. And once it was smoothed and welded shut, so that her transformation would not be hindered or affected by it, the storm was nearly done, at least in this section. Her repaired parts did not carry the same paintjob as her original did, but he had applied a coat of anti-corrosives to it just to protect her from the harsh conditions in this area of Autobot controlled 'district'. "Done. I'll give you a proper fresh coat of paint, once I get any to match your current." He looked at her seriously. He looked up and listened for a few moments. "If you want to get back to base,....now's the time. Don't stress your frame overly much...and when you get back, rest." He straightened up to give her space. He did not expect her to want to rest here. She had expressed a certain rather intense want to go back to Aquahaze earlier. With her finished he turned towards his next patient and nodded slowly. "Skyflare. The less you complain and move, the quicker this will be over with." He did not want to fight a squirming patient. With those words he moved to make sure that any foreign projectile was out of the bot's frame before he would seal the leaks, and repair his frame as well. He exvented deeply. At least he was busy. RedOptics Flare Draft
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 9, 2018 21:07:31 GMT
The femme growled softly under her breath, snorting and letting her clawtips spark a little before her repairs were finished. The tall femmebot stood and tested her functions a bit for striding outside into the storm, hesitating for a moment. If there was someone still out there she was probably screwed, but nothing in her sixth sense told her so. Diamond proceeded forward regardless and leapt into the air, transforming and blasting off.
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 9, 2018 22:18:27 GMT
Backdraft looked over at the medic and his struggling, low on energy brother before sighing. His wings dropped for a few seconds, displaying an unknown negative emotion before snapping back up as if nothing had happened.
"Are there any decepticon science databases or labsthat have been captured by autobots?"
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 11, 2018 7:20:33 GMT
Wheelspin turned to Backdraft and Skyflare now that the earlier patient had been repaired. He moved to his side. "Your turn now." He murmured to the damaged one beginning a quick scan of his vitals to see where the damage was worst and what needed to be pinched, closed, sealed or replaced first. "Well, there's the Shockwave tower." If there was anything in the name, then it could perhaps contain some of the data at least, though he doubted that any had been left behind. "Why are you so intent on finding this information?" He wasn't quite sure what it was, but he had heard the question before. He sealed one of the bigger leaks, making sure that the energon could continue smoothly through the cable rather than sealing it off completely. "There." He murmured and turned to focus on the next. He worked rather quickly, as if believing the grumpy bot would not be a patient that would want to stay for long. For the moment he had not used his null ray yet, although, looking at an area where damage was greater, he probably would soon. "Don't move. " He spoke. "It will end faster if you cooperate."Flare Draft
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 11, 2018 22:04:04 GMT
"Like I said, we were rescued from a decepticon lab. And since we can't find anything about ourselves in any autobot database, why not another decepticon lab?"
Skyflare grumbled something about 'medic', 'holes', and 'fragments '.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 12, 2018 8:30:40 GMT
"What's such a big deal. You're like us. With a few tweaks, but still." Wheelspin answered, ignoring the complaints as they came to work on. This time it had not taken him as long as before. He'd ordered one of the autodrones to bring him some energon and once the operation was complete, the leaks were sealed, the damage repaired, parts replaced to the best of his ability, and then the innards of the bot covered up again, he offered him a container of it.
"Refuel." He murmured starting to get up. He glanced at his frame. To be quite honest, he hated this place, he hated the rust, he hated the lack of recognition for anything he had done, he just hated having to do everything and yet get so very little thanks for it. And what he hated most was the effect the rust storm had on his frame. Even now he could see surface damage to his frame, yet again and yet again he had put others first before himself. Sure, their damage had been bad, so that was understandable, but still.
"....Well, he's done. You might want to watch him a while, but he should be fit enough to fly..I would suggest he returns to base for an additional checkup, maybe better materials to repair with. I used what I've got here." He moved a bit away to look at where the damage to the ceiling and first floor had been. Already the autodrones began with repairs. It would take a while, but he structure would be made to sustain more, in time.
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 12, 2018 22:11:28 GMT
Backdraft sighed, "No memory. Even if they're all dead, it'll be nice to know that there were people we knew, and that it's not just the two of us...
" and for what it's worth, thanks. "
Skyflare drank only about half before giving the rest to his brother.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 12, 2018 22:32:22 GMT
"... Well, make memories now. You might regain them sometime in the future. Perhaps a sort of mnemosurgeon would be of use, if they can unlock anything that's in your helm.... if there's nothing that's left, they would be useless however." He paused at the thanks, a little surprised. He paused looking at the twins and then with a faint shrug and a somewhat softer tone answered.
"You're....welcome." There was a pause as he began to collect what he had left from repairs. He glanced down at his frame briefly. "It's my duty anyway...when there's no other medic around." He looked at the pair.
"I need to report to the Prime on what happened here. ...do you want me to omit that you were here?"
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 12, 2018 22:36:28 GMT
The twins shrugged.
"We're not gonna stick around. We'll probably search that lab and... Well I'm not sure."
Backdraft stood up, helping his brother do the same, before the two seemed to discuss something over comm.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 12, 2018 22:43:29 GMT
"... Yeah. " He thought so. He cleared out the ground he had operated on and moved some of his tools back into his subspace. He waited for them to finish with their discussion and make their mind up. While they did he gave further orders to the autodrones to secure the refinery. He was already formulating a report he could send via comm. He doubted a warning was needed about Tarn. Just because he attacked them did not mean that he would go for the tower next.
"If you need the prime, he's at the tower." He said, knowing that at least that was his last location he was aware of.
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 12, 2018 23:37:41 GMT
The duo froze before Skyflare cursed and Backdraft sighed. They turned towards Wheelspin, "Perfect, just perfect. If he finds out were out here it's not gonna end well..."
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 12, 2018 23:53:23 GMT
"Well.. I can either tell him.. or I can omit that part and the pair of you return to base before Diamond tells him." He had finished with his work while the autodrones managed to reinforce some of the walls. They had lost a floor, but still had enough of the building. Some of the injured were being brought to him after that and he frowned, exvented and pointed to where they could lay them down.
"You can ask her to keep quiet then. If you are lucky, she might." He turned down towards the injured. "So last chance, do you want to be kept out of the report, or left in?"
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 13, 2018 0:00:06 GMT
"I believe it would be better if it was you, as your the only one to 'report' us beforehand. So is Aquahaze that minicon we saw with her earlier?"
Backdraft stayed to talk while Skyflare decided to go look for junk that might be of use.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 13, 2018 0:12:28 GMT
"Yes, I plan to send a report either way...." WheelSpin exvented. Did they not get that he was offering them a chance not to 'have been here'. Well, if they wanted to be known as having disobeyed orders, fine by him.
He knelt beside one of his new patients as he began with the repairs. "He is not a minicon, but her and the previous Prime's creation. A sparkling. You know, when a bot and a bot like each other very much...." He waved his hand sounding amused. "Anyway, ...yes that is Aquahaze."
He was already formulating a report in his processor while he began to remove some of the debris from the autodrone's frame.
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 13, 2018 0:19:15 GMT
"A...what? We never saw those in space..." He rubbed the back of his helm in confusion.
It was then that Skyflare returned.
Holding a severed arm.
That was twitching.
"Does anyone mind if I keep this?"
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 13, 2018 0:31:45 GMT
"Yes.. I very much mind." WheelSpin answered his optics narrowing. "I am repairing my troop here. Any part that can be salvaged I will need." He straightened a little. "You never saw a sparkling?...Your education is severely lacking there then." He took a few steps towards Skyflare.
"Now, hand it over." He held his own arm out to take the severed one from him. "...What sick reason do you have of even wanting to keep it." He was not a medic, and thus Wheelspin saw no reason for the other to just... take an arm.
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Post by Flare Draft on Jan 13, 2018 0:43:47 GMT
"Intimidation. Who's gonna mess with a guy swinging a severed arm around?" He tossed over the limb before leaving again.
Backdraft shrugged, "Anything we learned was through experience. That's how I know how to calm beast-formers."
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Post by Synum and Extrius on Jan 13, 2018 6:24:20 GMT
He remembered an old mill, one rich with energon and constantly working, producing more and more energon that was ready to be consumed by Cybertronian kind. In the ever angry rust storm that raged all around, a four-legged creature stomped through the dust, a small femme riding on his back, looking rather tired. He pushed forward until eventually the outline of the building was spotted. His sensitive hearing was bombarded with whistling winds and his nose filled with the scent of rust, causing him to snort a decent amount of flames to rid the irritating sensation. Extrius was weak from lack of energon, but still had enough to walk miles upon miles for even the smallest scrap of energon.
Synum looked up and saw the building get closer and closer, before she brightened up and began to get restless, "Extrius! The Energon Refinery...!" Sh paused for a moment, tilting her helm a little, "Think there's any energon left after all this time?" The two were in high doubts, but regardless, the mech simply hummed, not able to sense other bots within with this atmosphere. If there wasn't any energon, might as well stay there for shelter while they were at it.
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