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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Dec 13, 2015 8:12:28 GMT
Seeing his younger daughter head off through a groundbridge, he sighed deeply. Blackclaw then stood up and opened up a groundbridge, he walked through it and the portal closed.
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Post by Stormcutter on Dec 13, 2015 8:56:52 GMT
Stormcutter took the data pad from Chiro and looked at it momentarily before a much smaller mech came over to them. He watched the unknown mech warily at first as he brought over a tray of tools. However, Stormcutter relaxed upon learning that the mech was one of the medics that Chiro had just told him about. Though he was surprised to meet another who spoke like himself, he smiled behind his mask, glad to meet another like him in that aspect. That, and he was relieved to know he didn't have to go searching around the unknown base to find someone to repair Chiro. Stormcutter then respectfully returned the bow to Knaught.
"Agreed. It is mine honor to meet thee, Knaught. I am Stormcutter,"
Stormcutter hesitated slightly as he had to get used to no longer introducing himself as part of the Search and Rescue Twins. He quickly changed what he was about to say from his normal introductory role to one he had not used in a long time. He was also beginning to realize how much of his life was turned upside-down with his recent choices.
"... a humble armor-smith and defender of medics. This may be a redundant request, but I seek thy aid for mine mother. The one responsible for this deplorable act was mine own twin sister..."
Stormcutter let his optics fall away from Knaught's in shame. He should have been able to prevent the back-stabbing to begin with. He should have been able to stop Panacea, or at least react quicker. He should have been able to fulfill his promise to Chiro... He began to question calling himself a 'defender of medics' due to his severe failing in the current situation. A pang of sadness ran through him once more, the invisible injury still raw within his Spark, causing him to fall silent.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Dec 13, 2015 9:22:04 GMT
Chiro opened her optics upon hearing Knaught and smiled to the fellow medic. She had never formally introduced herself to the medic, though she was fully aware of his presence and helpful impact in the medbay. It was a failure on her part as the Head of Medicine, but better late than never, even in this odd circumstance of needing repairs herself. She let Stormcutter introduce himself, but frowned when she heard him trail off. Chiro glanced at him briefly, worried for his emotional health given everything that had happened. She exvented slightly before the pain made her tense up again. She forced herself to relax once more before explaining quickly what had happened to her at Knaught's request.
"It is good to finally meet you, Knaught. I am Doctor Chiro, Head of Medicine for the Autobots here on Earth. As for what happened to me, my adopted daughter has grown quite bitter since I last saw her. You could even say that she literally back-stabbed me after working together to aid an injured mech. Long story short, I went out to retrieve Scaag, who had wandered off from the base without telling me. Stormcutter and his twin, Panacea, had found Scaag and they let me know where to meet them to get Scaag back. In the middle of our meeting, a rock-slide happened followed by an injured mech falling from a misaligned groundbridge. Panacea and I, following our oaths for neutrality in such a circumstance, worked together to aid the mech. A bounty hunter who was tracking the mech arrived and once the mech was back on his pedes, a fight ensued between them. Dashside also arrived and I instructed her to bring Scaag back to base while I stood ready to aid both their escape and the mech whom I had helped repair. Panacea took that moment of distraction to run her blade through me and Stormcutter brought me to where we could safely bridge here."
Chiro knew she was leaving a lot of details out. Maybe it was important, maybe it wasn't, but it was slowly getting harder to process the information. The pain seemed to begin to subside into numbness as her system went into full shock, which had been delayed by the stabilization Stormcutter had provided her prior to arriving at the base. While it wasn't a new experience to be on the operating table herself due to field injuries, it was always a strange sensation as she was medically aware of process of system shock and it's effects. To be aware of what was going on but unable to process it entirely left her in an uncomfortable mental state.
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Post by Sparkspray (Kaon) on Dec 13, 2015 14:58:52 GMT
A crackle of electricity.
A spark.
The machinery around the hunched over body atop a berth on the other side of the room to Chiro began to hum slowly, slowing down to a stop entirely, almost as if it's energy had been stolen. The coils on the body's back though, seemed to be even more alive than the machinery had once been. If he had optics, Kaon's would've began to open as the electricity began to charge in his coils and chest-generator. Electricity coursed through Kaon's body like the energon in his pipelines. His metal plating screeched reluctantly as he began to return to a state of being online, his gears grinding loudly as he began to look around, three bots were present, two he didn't know and a Decepticon.
As more and more systems pulled themselves back online, Kaon began to pull himself off the berth, placing both pedes on the floor gently, and as more weight was applied he was soon standing. He spared the group another glance, before returning to his activities. Slowly, he started to walk towards the exit, but before he was to do that he had one last task. With both servos, he grabbed his chestplate.
And tore his Decepticon emblem off, dropping it on the floor as he strode out of the Surgical ward.
Kaon, was no more, or atleast he was dead to the man who had once filled him shoes. He was Skyspray now, the Original, and he was going to find his son.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Dec 14, 2015 7:18:57 GMT
:: Kaon. I have some guy here, sitting on information about how your beloved wife and my mother, Thunderblast, perished. Problem is, certain beings are trying to take this information away from me. Would you like to offer a servo... Dad? ::
This was the comm that Kaon would recieve from his son, who sent the message through a series of connections, one which was in the next room, Scaag. But that surely wouldn't hinder him in the slightest as Kaon was a former communications officer. He would probably be able to trace the signal to its source.
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Post by Taggon on Dec 14, 2015 8:19:37 GMT
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Post by Plexo on Dec 14, 2015 8:54:34 GMT
Knaught would smile back at the mech, acknowledging his great manners. Knaught could already foresee perhaps a small friendship between them two, since they were black sheep in the ranks of both Decepticon and Autobot by their speaking. This also reminded Knaught of an old friend of his, Northstar. Oh, how he missed the Kaonian.
“I myself used to bear the occupation senator and archivist, and I too share the exact duplicate of humble greeting alongside thine, Stormcutter.” Knaught would nod, then shook his helm quietly. “A tragic incident. Witnessing thine own kin must make thine spark rupture with agony and confusion.” Knaught would say, his sympathy for the mech evident. He would then put the tools by the berth which Chiro resided upon. The medic would pull alongside an energon tank which could be used to provide Chiro with reinforced energon supply. He did this as he heeded her explanation, and raised both optic ridges.
“That, indeed, sounds like a lore worth designating as ‘adventure’ in every immense sense there is, Miss.” Knaught would admit to the Head of Medicine sounded like she had been through a lot. He himself had just come back from a small adventure of his own—but that was another story. “If written down and archived as a work of literature, perhaps it would be classified as ‘drama’.” Knaught could not help but musing, trying to lighten the mood. Whether he failed or succeeded was irrelevant, as he would approach Chiro. First things first: Knaught would scan Chiro once more. She would need some replacement wires here and there, but lucky for her, Knaught had brought some out from the engineering bays to design an A.I. called Hotwire. (or was it Breech?) The delicate wires Knaught had requested and received were now before him, ready to be equipped.
“Ah, the exquisite and remarkable designs of a Cybertronian’s anatomy. When Primus created us, he did indeed had contained within his imagination full of intricate and measureless treasures. Even when peering inside an injured vessel, I always am thoroughly fascinated with what mine optics detect.” Knaught commented to himself.
The medic would inject the femme with a small liquid which would nullify her nervous system for about an hour or two, granting her no more pain. Ke would proceed to open the wound carefully, so that he would be able to access the internal damage easier. His hands would reach in, his four-barreled optic would adjust to X-ray vision, as he would carefully remove some of the wires without injuring others. He would methodically mend together the new wires he had, as he hummed a soothing tune, more to himself then his patient so he could focus more.
Knaught kept his careful but reasonably quick rhythm as he would eventually address all the wires and cables that circulated energon or the proper liquids. He would do this by briskly injecting a very fine tipped needle into each, letting it suck all the liquid or clogged material into it, so none of it would seep out and interrupt the replacement. He would then inject the liquid back into the wire, but the needle would have an extremely fine mesh before the dpositing point, catching anything that would clog Chiro’s system. Knaught would continue to focus without flinching, eventually closing the sliced end of Chiro’s back, leaving only one part of her opened--
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Post by Stormcutter on Mar 3, 2016 6:38:48 GMT
((I will simply apologize for the long silence on my end. I do not wish to go into the reasons why here.))
Movement caught Stormcutter's attention and he watched as one he recognized as a DJD member remove his Decepticon insignia in a similar fashion to how Stormcutter himself had done prior to arriving with Chiro. Stormcutter thought it a rather ironic moment to witness, but at the same time it was reassuring. If the Autobots were willing to take even those who were once DJD, perhaps he could find redemption among their ranks after all.
Stormcutter drew his attention back to Knaught and nodded, indicating that he heard what Knaught was saying. However, he had no constructive response to provide to continue the conversation. So he simply went back to his normal routine: to listen and observe what was going on.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Mar 3, 2016 6:51:50 GMT
Chiro felt her nervous system fall numb to the injected liquid. Since the pain was no longer overrunning her processor, it made it a bit easier to process the current conversation.
"A 'drama', hmm? Perhaps I could write a bibliography when I eventually retire. Or even a series of 'drama' novels, as my life has been full of such 'adventures'. Although... that is if I ever retire…"
Chiro allowed herself to slightly chuckle as she mentally relaxed.
"Indeed, the Cybertronian anatomy is a work of art in and of itself. Numerous patients have been under my care and while the exact details of how one works varies from patient to patient, there are key methodologies and systems that are common among all. How we are all so alike yet so different is always an intriguing mystery to me. Every patient is a new yet familiar puzzle and that fact just adds to the mystery. Only Primus knows the complete answer for each of those puzzles as well as the overarching mystery..."
Chiro couldn't help but smile. If there was one thing that could cheer the old medic up, it was talk of medicine and the Cybertronian anatomy. Oh how she missed the pure science and research of the Cybertronian body, both typical and atypical. Perhaps once she retired as a medic, she would go back to her personal studies and research, when she wasn't writing her bibliography of course.
Chiro then closed her optics and listened to Knaught hum as he worked, understanding the need for concentration while working. Once Knaught was done with his work on her back, Chiro slowly and carefully flipped herself over on the berth to allow him to work on the other opening of the wound. Chiro closed her optics once more, welcoming the brief rest before -very likely- going back to work herself when the operation was over.
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Post by Plexo on Mar 4, 2016 15:40:40 GMT
((I'll just say at this point, it's a nice surprise to see you're rping again even if you need some time Chiro.))
Knaught never glanced at Stormcutter, or the other patients in the room; Chiro as of the moment was his sole focus. He would chuckle lightly himself at her next comment,
"Well, perhaps then mine fellow doctor, we should consider that a drama, rather, since dramas tend to end messily. On the likely side though, there is a fifty percent chance thou may experience such a tragedy. This is war after all, as one of mine friends always reminds me. Though perhaps it is rude to bring such a topic to light in the first place when one is enduring a surgery presently." Knaught said. The medic was one who would give any sort of chatter, though sometimes, he would get carried away with whatever he said, and his thoughts would become his words without him realizing it.
He would give Chiro a smile as she turned around for him to mend her front side wounds. Knight's optic would once more hone upon the various wires that were melted, and he would again proceed with a delicate attitude of mending such wounds. His optics never averted themselves as his servos would be coordinated to make the appropriate cuts and replacements for the wiring, and reestablishing connection with the replacements.
"Though it is a topic that can extend into gruesome particularities, I am quite fascinated and have always desired for more research on some Cybertronian's anatomy--I once had a patient who had the most exquisite and intricate wiring and functionalities I had every seen. I understood, as I tried to fix it, why some experimented on others, or tried for themselves to fit together the pieces, or introduce new variables all together. However, I restrained myself. Life is something we preserve, as I understand from my texts. Though it is always good to create new and improved methods of life, there is a fine line that can be crossed. If you do share mine point of views--the other side of the line can be quite alluring. Just thinking of what one could discover!" Knaught said, his voice indicating that he was not aware yet of how perhaps strange he was sounding to others in the room. It was then the operation of delicate wiring would end, it would turn into simply replacing plating now. It was almost disappointing to knight his conversation might soon end.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Mar 25, 2016 6:37:49 GMT
Chiro nodded as she confirmed much of what Knaught was saying as her own interests. As he finished speaking, her smiled faded slightly. He had touched on a topic she was personally aware of and had a way of coming back to haunt her.
"I had a patient once who was highly experimented on. When I found him, he had been turned into a conglomeration of vastly different parts and systems. By Primus, it was a wonder his Spark still resided within him! It was a very long road to recovery for him as I did my best to reconcile his body to be functional as a whole. All the while being careful to not push his Spark beyond it's limit. I was successful to a point, but the war separated us before I finished the series of operations."
Chiro closed her optics as memories briefly flashed through her thoughts. As quickly as they came, she pushed them away. Now was not the time for more tears. She opened her optics once more and focused on Knaught with a serious expression. The last thing she wanted to do was to encourage another medic to repeat her past mistakes.
"Indeed, I know well how alluring the other side is. However, trust me when I say the consequences of crossing that thin line weighs heavy on the Spark and processor. The beneficial new discoveries are almost immediate and I believe such information is still valid for discussion and use, but time has a way of reminding you of the line that's been crossed. If you have even a shred of morality or a guilty conscious, that guilt never leaves no matter how many lives you save with the information you gained."
Chiro paused a moment before exventing slightly. She figured she allured to more than enough information of her history to get the point across. However, there was only so much she wished to reveal with the additional present company. She mused she would enjoy continuing the discussion at a latter time with Knaught. More particularly about the kinds of information found on the other side of the line than her personal past of course. She then put a small smile back on her faceplate.
"I'm not trying to discourage you from proper and moral experimentation, or from even discussing information that had not been gathered cleanly, but... Well, I'm both glad and relieved to know there are those like you who understand such a fine line exists and have chosen to not cross it."
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Post by Plexo on Mar 29, 2016 0:24:08 GMT
Knaught had left his position beside Chiro, as he would open some of the medical cupboards, searching for an alloy identical to the one that Chiro currently used on her chest. Sure enough, the alloys where there, and he would return with a plate of it, comparing the size of it to her injury's hole. His four-barred optic would whirl around several times before another singular scope would jut out, examining Chiro's wound. In Knuaght's vision, precise measurements and appear, hence he would coordinate the measurements with his other tools. His optics would once more spin around, a third lens extending before a a thin red laser ray would cut into the metal the perfect outline of the hole in Chiro's side. As a medic, Knaught's mind was as keened and as precise as could be. Considering he was a robot in the first place, such calculating was something he was familiar with. The cybertronian anatomy was more sophisticated than that of the human, which meant Knaught's cerebellum was as capable as a calculator with a fast-forward feature. At least, when it came to work such as this.
When in combat, he was not capable of such perfection. Knaught took the cut out piece of metal after his laser-vision eye would click back into place. He approached Chiro, "Mine audios have keened themselves unto thine teachings, Chiro, and can relate in a certain scale." Knaught placed the delicately measured piece of metal, clicking it into Chiro's chest. It would fit like a puzzle piece, made perfectly to fit. Knaught was nonetheless required to apply some measures of pressure in order for it to be placed in exactly. Knaught would equip a welder, sealing the wound. Meanwhile, he would contemplate on what she said. It sounded to him that Chiro was more seasoned than he was, but never mind that, there was always a time to learn new things. "It sounds as if thou have burdened thyself with events of the past. Though guilt may incline thou towards sadness and perhaps even disgust of thyself, it is always a wise thing to remember: We can forgive ourselves. It is true unspeakable deeds can never be undone, however, one must practice to remember good memories as well as bad ones. Otherwise, one shall deteriorate. Deterioration often leads to forms of self-crucification, as thou may be aware of." Knaught said. Whereto this was obvious or not, he'd seen her frown, her discouraged face plate. He considered it his job to help his patients in good mental and physical condition.
The piece of metal was wielded in, and now, Knaught would pull away from the berth, gesturing to the floor. "The medical proceedings are over with, thou art liberated from further operations, until more damage is dealt."
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Apr 1, 2016 5:05:54 GMT
When Knaught reminded Chiro to forgive herself, she painfully understood his explanation of why and what typically happens if one doesn't. Even she had given others that advice from time to time, however it was always far easier said than done. It wasn't as if she hadn't tried to forgive herself -multiple times- in the past, but her actions and the people involved at those times had a way of haunting her. Time itself seemed to constantly cycle to remind her of how she made those mistakes, to the point that she simply gave in and accepted that the guilt would never go away.
When the war started, she buried the memories -even the good memories within those bad times- and worked to atone for her actions in a different manner. At that time, she believed that if those around her didn't know her past, she wouldn't be reminded and could live in a pseudo-peaceful state. She also hoped that she'd eventually learn to forgive herself once and for all if she helped enough people with the illicitly obtained information. But recently she understood that such a thought process was a poor coping mechanism which she now clung to simply out of habit. And due to her choice of hiding her past almost entirely, while she was rarely alone in the medbay, she was always emotionally distant, which in turn led to her current state: simply existing to help others with limited emotional ties and expecting absolutely nothing in return.
With her past knocking on her door once more in recent events, she wondered if there were those here on Earth, perhaps including Knaught, whom she could trust to help her do what she now understood she couldn't do purely on her own: forgive herself and move on. She considered herself old and very much set in her ways, but perhaps if she gave herself a chance once again, along with the support of those around her, she could change.
Having these thoughts running through the back of her processor, Chiro nodded to the fellow medic as she sat up.
"My burden is very heavy, that is for sure. And it is as you say, deterioration within leads to self-crucification and ultimately one's life becomes a rather sad and colorless state of simply existing and going through the motions of old habits. While I have always put in my all for others as I genuinely care for my fellow Cybertronians and their well-being, I haven't felt the joy of serving others for a long time. Perhaps if I do as you suggest and allow myself to remember the good memories, despite the bad ones they ultimately lead to, even this old medic can enjoy life once again."
Chiro then did a quick internal scan of her systems before standing and smiling to Knaught. The smile was one of genuine thanks and reflected the renewal of hope for herself.
"Thank you, Knaught. I would enjoy chatting with you again in the near future. Though I hope in a situation where one of us is not on the operating table."
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Post by Plexo on Apr 1, 2016 15:09:20 GMT
Knaught commenced cleaning up the operation table tool, gathering tools. To tidy up after oneself was etiquette, according to the old medic. Knaught would mentally try to recall his age in the silence of Chiro's frown. He was old. Mentally, he felt quite spry. Knaught guessed that perhaps his official level of maturity was currently irrelevant. The way Chiro spoke, however did always seem to echo of more experience than he did. Perhaps it was simply because she was a more gifted medic, and had gone through more procedures than he had. He was only an archivist in his beginnings, after all. It hadn't seemed too long ago he'd adopted the occupation of medic...Chiro broke the thoughtful silence. Nonetheless, Knaught knew it was for the better anyways.
"It pleases me to witness thy concurring with my psychological postulate. Last time I endeavored to present mine arguments, I was forced to inherit certain alterations as punishment---" Knaught gestured to himself, his four-barreled eye. He also outspread his hands for Chiro to see from her towering size. They were not regular hands, but slightly claw like. He had but two finger digits, and one thumb. The outline of where a normal eye was was were his four-barred optic resided, and it spun slowly, as it examined Chiro. Above the four-barred optic, if one looked closely, there were also a few beady blue optics in a vertical line running up his fore-head. Knaught was the first person to be given Empurata, after the Seante had not liked his objectiveness to their ideas. These were rather small, but they were still there. Knaught resisted frowning, hearing out the other medic. "A life of service. Be warned, the simplest paths may hold within them the most intricate variants of riddles." Knaught told her, "Though once again I am glad that thou art encouraged. As for an operating table, it should not always be considered a place of emergency, or torture for that matter. I often times see it as an opportune moment to afford a fine conversation...that is, if mine patient is operational enough." Knaught tilted his helm to the side, arching a brow in a friendly fashion, almost slightly nodding as well. Knaught turned slowly around. "I still have but one last responsibility before I can move on to other patients. Until next time, Chief Medical Officer Chiro." Knaught waved a servo, his voice reflecting Chiro's genetic, only in his deep respect rather than hopefulness. He approached another table, as he took a slightly weary breath in, and once more--his eye spun, his servos worked in perfect sync to his mind.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on May 25, 2016 5:59:32 GMT
"Until next time, Knaught."
Chiro smiled and waved in return before turning to Stormcutter. She glanced over him to assess his state. While she could repair the body with relative ease, the mind was another matter entirely. However, she would do her best to help Stormcutter cope.
"Well, let's get you patched up and settled in. I'll show you around the areas I can grant you permission to access until you are given the all clear."
Chiro spoke gently, concerned for her son after everything that had just transpired. She knew he was the type to follow directions rather than to make his own decisions. And yet, he made the decision to come back to her rather than to continue following his twin sister. A doubt echoed in the back of Chiro's processor, and while she hoped for the best, she knew it was ultimately up to him and his true intentions, if he had any hidden ones.
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Post by Stormcutter on May 25, 2016 7:34:58 GMT
Stormcutter hadn't realized that he had drifted off into his own thoughts until Chiro addressed him. He blinked his optics once as he looked to her and pushed his thoughts away. He noted that the medic Knaught had completed repairing her and had begun to perform other duties.
"Mine armour is merely dented and scratched. As such, I have suffered no harm that is of immediate concern. To remind thee, it would be preferable to perform the repairs myself as mine additional exterior armour has been made by mine own servos with a more archaic method."
Stormcutter pulled out his smithing hammer to show Chiro and help remind her. It had been a long time since he had seen her, but his methods hadn't changed much over time. If anything he had improved, if not perfected, his technique.
"If thou wilt permit my doing so, I would like to set up a small forge within a private chamber. Though I would need to obtain the necessary materials first as I left most of mine belongings behind."
Stormcutter had a few things he needed stored away in sub-space, but he knew it was not nearly enough to perform the repairs properly. He hoped that Chiro would permit him access to the tools and supplies he needed still.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on May 25, 2016 7:58:01 GMT
Chiro nodded and smiled as she was reminded of Stormcutter's repair preferences. While his methods were indeed considered archaic, she would not deny the benefits that often came with the time and effort he put into his armor.
"Yes, I had forgotten that you prefer making and repairing armor for yourself. Well come with me and we'll see what we can find for you."
With a final wave in Knaught's direction, Chiro led the way out of the Surgical Ward to the Supply Room.
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Post by Stormcutter on May 25, 2016 8:04:32 GMT
Stormcutter put away his smithing hammer and followed Chiro obediently, making a mental checklist of all the things he needed along the way.
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