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Post by Taggon on Feb 8, 2015 4:11:01 GMT
((Hate to spoil everything now that we’re online…but I need to get off soon, or around now.))
Taggon clenched his mouth together, as Chiro touched a quite injured area, and then repaired it. Her work was painful, but only because there hadn’t been much of a choice of how to repair him. She must have been low on pain killer, but Taggon knew how to take hits, on and off the battlefield. So he just acted as if it didn’t hurt, ignoring the pain which he received, knowing that after this, he would be in good shape, thanks to Chiro’s actions. Perhaps the smallest grunt had escaped him, since Cataract asked him if he was alright after answering his previous questions.
“I am currently getting repaired after a brief battle. I have had worse, and thanks to the efforts of Chiro, the medic who is presently working on me, my health only improves.”
Taggon answered with his still calm voice. He wasn’t the type to overreact, or tell unnecessary details. He did glance at Chiro from behind his visor, before gazing back at Cataract.
“So. How did you join the Autobots?” Taggon asked another question, “Or am I asking too much?” He said. He would have flexed his left servo some, but at the moment, it was completely cut off. So he just let a few cables shift, as he waited for Cataract’s response. Taggon was still a bit excited about how there was another vehicon in the Autobot ranks. It meant that other vehicons had hope yet to think on their own, and that he wasn’t the only one who wore a vehicon mask and a scratched out Decepticon insignia.
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Post by RedOptics on Feb 8, 2015 4:34:49 GMT
(I gtg to bed anyways)
Oh, sorry I hadn't realized. Cataract responded, then heard his next two questions, making her chuckle a bit, No, I actually enjoy answering your questions. I joined simply by approaching them, and showing them that I am not hostile. They took me in since I was also wounded. Her helm gestures showed signs of appreciation for the faction and how she struggled to be happy. The sound of cables and wires whirring symbolized that something was missing from his body, but she wouldn't ask. What about you? She spoke after a long pause between them. Her form would begin to regain it's previous posture, and waited for him to speak again.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Feb 8, 2015 5:08:01 GMT
((No worries! I'll be heading off soon, as well. XD))
Chiro continued working, almost in a trance, until her name was mentioned. She paused a second before she realized that Taggon was introducing her to the other vehicon. She then continued working silently, her servos moving quickly but precisely to repair his armor. After a few minutes she was able to fall back into her working groove, picking up the pace without losing quality.
When she finished the armor repairs, she made a schematic scan of Taggon's right servo. Then she went to get the materials needed to reconstruct his left servo according the a mirrored schematics of his right. This process would take longer than the armor repairs, but it needed to be done. While she could have used a generic pre-made servo, she would have to convert it to be compatible with his systems anyway. That, and unless specifically asked to make something else, she preferred to give others what they were comfortable with when it came to replacing limbs. Lucky for her, the storage area had plenty of spare parts, circuit boards, wires, and cables to make various biotech parts from scratch.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 8, 2015 6:05:01 GMT
Taggon let the doctor do her work without any further mentions of her, since she seemed to be able to work better at times when she wasn't spoken of. Or at least, that was what Taggon was learning. Taggon heard Cataract's question about him, and he gave a long blink before answering. Somehow, Cataract made it sound as id joining in with the Autobots had been easy, or it had clearly been the right thing to do. Taggon had had a bit more trouble to compute what was right from wrong, thanks to his old vehicon programming.
"I myself took a while to realise which faction was worth fighting for--first I was a Decepticon, then I was press-ganged into a group called the Avacons. Very simply put, they are superior when it comes to reflexes, machinery, and almost wits. I was reprogrammed from that point, I recall mindlessly performing acts for them. Eventually, the lord of the Avacons was overthrown, and a few Avacons took pity on me and my normal thinking was restored--they also destroyed some old locked away Decepticon programming however, and though it was the smallest amount, I was able to slowly chisel at it and realise which faction had a good purpose. I found that the Avacons purpose was as bad as the Decepticon's, and I left. It took a while for the Autobots to recognise me as one of their own since I had done a few---deeds to their members of high command." Taggon had left out quite a few details, since he preferred not to talk about some of the things which he had done in his past to someone whom he had just met. Vehicons were meant to trust one another instantly, but a stranger didn't need to know about his life story, even if they might become friends eventually.
Taggon was pleased to notice that his chest wounds were completely addressed, and he could vent some without it giving him a small ache.
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Post by RedOptics on Feb 8, 2015 12:40:48 GMT
Cataract seemed to lean forward, interested in his story, but something confused her, Avacons? Never heard of those. She shuffled in her seat a little, as if that was a wrong answer. She remained silent after that, trying to search up any data that related to these so called 'Avacons'. Though nohing came up about them, so she stopped there. She could ask more about them later.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 8, 2015 13:03:47 GMT
Taggon frowned at himself, Cataract obviously didn't know what an Avacon was, and didn't know how to respond. Taggon didn't want to stop a conversation with the only other vehicon in the base so far. He decided that he would tell her a few facts about them.
"Avacons are a small sub-faction sized group of Cybertronians that were controlled by a large space facility, which was actually one sentient being called The Avatar. The Avatar created the Avacons, by capturing other Cybertronians. it twisted them into better faster, and more superior forms then average Cybertronians. Better reflexes, better combat abilities...The Avatar wanted to use the Cybertronians it assembled for it's own bidding. The Avacons were never a large group, but the Avacons that existed were capable of many things. Every Avacon was extra unique in his or her own way. When The Avatar was killed--The Avacons assembled elsewhere. I haven't seen them since I left them. They were a family for a little while--but Avacons only are family to Avacons. Others? For the most part, anyone who was not an Avacon was 'inferior'."
Taggon told Cataract, and anyone in the room who had been listening. His years as an Avacon had not been dark, but he had not been the bot he was today. He was not solemn in how he spoke, he was still calm.
"That, is what an Avacon is. They fight, and they fight hard. They complete their objectives despite their numbers." Taggon said. He himself cold have shared some secrets of the Avacon design, but since they had once been his family, their darkest secretes were safe with him.
"On a brighter note, I would like to ask. If you are blind...how did you endure your time on the Nemesis?"
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Post by RedOptics on Feb 8, 2015 13:32:52 GMT
Cataract saved his story for possible use in the future, Well, on the Nemesis I was tormented everyday because I was... different than the others. I didn't look like this long ago. It was painful to listen to everyone talking behind my back or tripping me or... a lot of other things. But, I also wasn't blind a few eons ago, so I was really just ignored. Her helm hung a bit, her background playing in her mind. Cataract's gears whirred silently as she brought her helm back up as if from sulking. I hope you didn't have the same problem.... She wondered if he had been bullied like she did, and she didn't think anyone deserved to have the same problems.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 8, 2015 13:47:13 GMT
Taggon considered her words. So she had been a misfit? He wondered why she hand't been sent to the legion of the Four-O-ninth. Then again, the Legion was one of the largest, and it's leader, F-28, had lots of new recruits and often didn't smile at new ones. The rough sergeant was known for his ability to make good soldiers however...and it was why most misfits were sent his direction.
So, Cataract had not always been blind, but nonetheless she had been a nobody. Being a vehicon in general was rough, but being a female vehicon was rougher. Grunts weren't meant to last long, and not too many femmes were chosen to be vehicons because the scientist who cloned or created them found better results in bulkier males taking the hits. So to be a female in vehicons, usually sent more roughness up your alley. Being a blind femme vehicon though, made things triple difficult. vehcions did trust each other, but like most Decepticons, if a vehicon found a weak link, they would find enjoy crushing it. It was one of their worst features, but Taggon knew it to be true.
"I did not have the same problem as you did--I was not mocked for being blind, though I have ben for being a vehicon, even though I took the position optionally. I do still have faults..everyone does. Though because I had different faults, I was not exclusively made fun of." Taggon said. He realized both were sharing stories easily since they were both vehicons...they were both following the vehicon programming, or he was. It was easy to trust someone who had seemingly been where you had. Taggon wondered if she had been prevented from fighting, or how she had managed to stay in one piece on the Nemesis. or did she have some sort of flaw that hadn't shown itself yet? Like a glitch in her system? Taggon had met a femme with a glitch in her system before. Not that great of an experience, thanks to the femme having a split personality, and mental battle issues.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Feb 8, 2015 13:54:24 GMT
Scaag had remained silent as things had happened around him and he was perfectly fine with that. At least he didn't get yelled at, or shot at. The data-pad he was reading became boring after a little while and he wanted to do something new. Problem was, there was nothing to do in the medbay, at least not for a two feet tall little mech. But there was however one thing that seemed fun and that was to climb up the walls. Due to his memory loss he didn't remember that he was afraid of heights and so he happily began climbing up the wall. The conversation in the room didn't really interest him but he kept his audio receptors online so that he could hear if someone called for him. He didn't think he would get in trouble because of this since he didn't paint anything. He maybe looked like a little spider as he was climbing and he giggled a little.
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Post by RedOptics on Feb 8, 2015 14:57:33 GMT
I didn't mean if you were blind, I just thought... nevermind. Cataract stopped talking. She didn't want to annoy anyone by talking or asking too much, since she was often not allowed to do anything. But then another question came to mind, and she couldn't stop herself from asking it, What was your original function? She knew that some vehicons had different professions than others. Being as intelligent as she was, the femme would like to know more whether is being just one bot or an entire faction. Her strange visor would seem to blink, trying to access data which had been forgotten.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 8, 2015 22:59:42 GMT
If Taggon's visor had not been clouded and darkened, he would have seen movement to his left, where Scaag was climbing. What he did hear was a giggle, before Cataract responded to him, her visor seeming to blink after she finished. The question was slightly a personal one, and Taggon didn't find it too nice to talk about it, event other vehicons. He didn't know why, but he did not like his past life at all, he didn't want others to know it just because he chatted about it to a femme who was in front of him. Taggon did know a few vehicons with the same feeling, but every other vehicon who had been someone else before they were a vehicon managed to say their original function without any problems. As for Taggon's original function, he had loathed his days as it, and he had left it behind, and preferred to keep it that way.
"My earlier function...give me a moment."
Taggon did calculate for a moment, and saw a small verbal escape, knowing that he could simply call attention to what was not in his vision. He slowly rotated his helm to look at Scaag, who was climbing up the wall, for no apparent reason. He didn't know much about the mech, except that he got into trouble fairly easily. He did recall Skyspray flashing a grin at the little mech, but that was all. So what could he be up to now? There were vents above him, so was he climbing for those? Either way, Taggon doubted the little mech was up to anything constructive. Doctor Chiro had also mentioned this mech...what was his name...
"Scaag. What are you intending to achieve by climbing those walls?" Taggon spoke in a clear voice to the mech, though there was a bit of fuzz thanks to the mask malfunction.
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Post by RedOptics on Feb 8, 2015 23:18:54 GMT
Cataract felt the she had intruded the privacy of Taggon, then heard him call up to someone. She didn't talk anymore, seeming to go mute for a moment as she thought for a moment. On the Nemesis, during her first state of blindness, her curiosity would grow at a rapid rate, making her more talkative. Although she hadn't taken part in many conversations, she would always hold cross word about her in her mind. She was often called annoying, a freak, an invader of personal space, and a waste of life. Waste of life.... Her neck joints would hiss as she lowered her helm and shrunk a little at the thought. It hurt even until today, but she intended to forget about all of that. What's done is done, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. It was either lived with the scars or die ashamed. That is why she joined this faction, less criticism and hate, or so she hoped.
She listened for whoever the mech before her was talking to, and was surprised to hear small little clicks of metal in the distance. The world she saw looked nothing more than stars and shapes that resembled galaxies. But what she saw with her mind was probably almost all accurate, even if guessing was intended.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Feb 9, 2015 4:45:20 GMT
He had reached a good twenty feet above the ground now and continued to climb higher. And as predicted someone was questioning what he did. They usually did that, which was understandable although he couldn't say that he liked it very much.
I'm achieving fun. And I get a good view. Do you want to climb too?
He asked happily as he continued climbing. He hadn't really thought about what would happen when he reached the ceiling... he'd figure that out when the time came.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 9, 2015 11:48:23 GMT
Clearly the little mech didn't notice Taggon's current condition. Taggon watched Scaag continue to climb, his blithe and innocent attitude vaguely annoying to the vehicon. He kept to himself, it was just how the two foot mech was acting. If Skyspray had designed him to be extremely explosive, then why had Skyspray given his creation the mind set of a ten year old? Things could get quite messy if Scaaag did the wrong move. Taggon supposed others had been slightly annoyed at this, but he decided to just keep the small gander to himself. Taggon vented out slightly,
"Keep your wits about you as much as your responsibilities." Taggon said simply to him. He didn't know what else to say, if the mech did something wrong then they would all be blown to bits. Taggon hadn't had any stern sounds in his voice, but his pitch had been quite suggestive. However, Taggon had a good history for stating something, and the particular person he was talking to not listening. Stormgear was the latest example. Taggon made note to listen for Scaag. He returned to glancing at Cataract who had lowered her helm down in shame, as if she was hurt by something. She resumed a normal sitting position, and Taggon went through a recorded memory in his head of how he had spoken to her. he hadn't addressed her harshly, or sternly, but she seemed to be slightly depressed.
"What ails you, Cartaract?"
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Post by RedOptics on Feb 9, 2015 12:04:50 GMT
Cqtaract's helm snapped up as if saying 'Hm?' and she shook her helm, It's nothing, just some bad memories is all. Another pause, and she stood, Thank you for talking to me. I must be heading to my room. Feel free to come and visit whenever you like. It wasn't like she had more important things to do. Plus, Taggon also needed rest in his current state, and she let him have it. Stepping lightly, she found the entrance and stopped, See you. And left. Her words were ironic in her case.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Feb 9, 2015 16:05:56 GMT
When Chiro had finally finished making the new servo, she looked up noted that Cataract was leaving and Scaag was climbing the walls. She exvented. "At least he's not painting the walls again..." She commented more to herself than to Taggon.
Then she went to attach the new servo. She first attached it to his frame, making sure that she didn't somehow make it too small or too big. Satisfied with the sizing, she then attached all the cables and wires, splicing and welding each securely to it's respective partner on his forearm. With everything attached and working from a medical standpoint, she sealed up the armor.
The only thing that remained was his helmet. "Taggon, I need to remove your mask to repair it and some of your wounds underneath. However, if you would prefer doing the repairs yourself, I will allow that, as long as you check in with me afterwards." Chiro knew that some preferred keeping their masks on and repairing it themselves later. She had a few patients like that before, back on Cybertron. However, she made a point to double check their work as sometimes relatively minor errors in repairs would add up quickly and result in devastating effects during battle.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 10, 2015 0:25:26 GMT
Taggon was indeed grateful for the renewed appendage. He flexed his finger as he looked down at them, their fluid movement signaling to the knife thrower he had been given an adequate servo for his combat tendencies. Perfect. Taggon's mind blinked to what was coming the instant Chiro said 'Taggon,'. The mask was the only thing left that needed repairing. Chiro then competed her sentence, and Taggon's foresight was only confirmed. She knew of his eye injury. The last medic who he had been with had also tried to address the torn mask, and the patched optic beneath. The medic had even said it was perfectly repairable, but Taggon had strictly stuck to the vehicon codes he had followed for most of his life. Taggon was not known for drama, but to take off his mask was something that a vehicon couldn't just simply do when asked to.
Yet he wasn't a Decepticon, and didn't have to follow those old codes. If he refused, he would be denying the very one who had fixed him. Taggon didn't know Chiro much, but all medics had a stubborn sense when it came to repairing. If they saw a wound, they repaired it, or would snit for it to be repaired. Even if Taggon decided to do the work himself, his medical abilities were rudimentary, and Chiro would most likely sit him down on a berth anyways. He would have to take off his mask, and get his split optic mended.
Taggon ex-vented. "Very well, Doctor Chiro." Taggon stated, his voice did carry some respect, and if she had repaired him, the least he could do was cooperate. Using his new servo, he flexed his digits to press up against the mask, as to lift it from his face. Slowly, like a someone reluctantly stepping into an ice-cold pool rather then diving, Taggon took off the mask.
Beneath the mask, was a face, with sharp features, and a rectangular, turquoise optic. He glowed brightly, like a newly lit lamp, yet it still captured the experience Taggon had endured. His eye brows were like long trapezoid shaped, not thick or thin, but just in the middle. He was not extremely handsome, but he was not homely in the slightest. His one patched optic had three long scares across it, one of the scares running through exactly where his optic would be. The eye-patch was a simple black, and nothing much to look at. Taggon was a bit embarrassed at first, but he held still and allowed Chiro to do her work. He was aware of other people in the room, who may or may not stop by and spectate the matter like a museum exhibit.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Feb 10, 2015 18:38:16 GMT
Scaag had now reached around 40 feet above the ground and could soon touch the roof. He hadn't been that high since... He couldn't remember being that high at all. He released his grip on the wall and hung from the spikes on his pedes as he looked out over the room. It looked smaller from his current position but he knew that it was actually quite big. And that it was a very long way down... He looked down briefly and then immediately clung to the wall as hard as he could.
HELP! I CAN'T GET DOWN!!
The little mech was scared now and he clearly showed it. He had just remembered that he was scared of heights and when you were high up, not the best time to remember that. Usually you would remember it before climbing but apparently not this time..
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Post by Shatterbeam on Feb 10, 2015 19:01:20 GMT
Shatter walked into the room, hearing the small mech's cry for help.
How did you get up there? I suppose that doesn't matter, what does matter is getting you down.
Shatter could fly up there, but his rotors may damage the mech. Shatter rocked his mind thinking of a way to get him down until an idea, just a fragment of one, mind you, appeared.
Sir, how much do you weigh?
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Post by Shatterbeam on Feb 11, 2015 0:21:05 GMT
Shatter supposed it didn't matter. The mech was two feet tall, and Windtalker could lift a human. Shatter gave a series of short, shrill whistles to call for the bird, who came withing a matter of seconds.
Windtalker, you know what to do, he's up there.
Shatter pointed at the mech on the ceiling, and Windtalker sped towards him. Windtalker grabbed the mech and slowly brought him down to the floor, careful not to startle or hurt him.
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