Deadsilence
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Post by Deadsilence on Jan 23, 2017 0:21:27 GMT
"That's and impressive alt-mode!" The femme commented as she watched the mech transform in awe. "So what are your plans now?"
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Post by Aerial Strike on Jan 23, 2017 0:42:58 GMT
"Well right now I'm planning on joining up with the Autobots here, I need somewhere to stay anyway. My skills might be of use to the Autobot cause on this planet anyway, I'm a former staff general of the Autobot Defensive Corps. from back when the war was still raging on Cybertron. That was a long time ago though, I've spent the last 20 years drifting through space on board an energon transport barge, its how I lasted so long without my spark going out. One special feature about me is I age a lot slower than your average Cybertronian, its why I don't appear very old right now."
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Deadsilence
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Autobot
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Post by Deadsilence on Jan 23, 2017 18:01:09 GMT
"Well in that case welcome to base," The femme replied. "We could always use mechs like you around here to help out."
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Post by Aerial Strike on Jan 24, 2017 13:35:33 GMT
"Thanks, you know maybe I can see if any the medics are available to help you." Aerial Strike smiled a little, "It's the least I could do."
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 24, 2017 19:20:39 GMT
Wheelspin had walked down the halls, taking a small detour - partially because he took a wrong turn - only to end up at the waiting area. He peered in spotting its occupants and paused. It isn't that he was going somewhere where he expected the Decepticons to be, but it didn't hurt to have a plan B. After all one never knew what awaited them on the other side. His trip was more of a 'joy ride' than anything of course, another reason that any superior officer was out of he question should things go awry.
"Hello there." He greeted the excessively large plane.
"Name's WheelSpin. You an officer?" He asked looking at Aerial Strike. Better be safe than be sorry. He glanced briefly at the damaged femme and decided that she could not be of help since she was clearly not in a state to do much more fighting so his gaze returned back to the big plane.
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Post by Aerial Strike on Jan 24, 2017 20:22:58 GMT
"No, I'm new here. My name is Aerial Strike, former staff general of the Autobot Defensive Corps. though since the fall of Cybertron that rank has been null and void." Aerial Strike turned to face WheelSpin.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 24, 2017 20:29:03 GMT
"So.... not an officer, now or in the near future, right? Good." He paused contemplating whether that was good enough or not. He was an aerial bot, yes. Still he looked to have enough bulk behind him to be of use later. "I'm in a hurry right now but, could you give me your comm frequency?" He was all charm and politeness, as he spoke.
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Post by Aerial Strike on Jan 24, 2017 20:34:34 GMT
"Um...Sure, just don't abuse it. I'd rather not be constantly bombarded by messages." Aerial Strike looked over the bot suspiciously, but not showing it. To him WheelSpin seemed to be arrogant and have a bit of a dislike for officers, but he just ignored it, for now.
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 24, 2017 20:47:02 GMT
"You needn't worry about that. Strictly professionally." He didn't say that he certainly would not care to comm this aerial at all if he could help it. Being polite and friendly was of the essence here. He gave the other a onesover and shook his helm. "And if you ever need an upgrade on that painjob of yours.....or the whole of you, give me a call. You might need a thorough clean as well, interior and exterior. Who knows if there's rust........"He smiled pleasantly.
"Only the best for the Autobots and all that. So, if I may have that frequency and I'll be on my way."
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Post by Aerial Strike on Jan 24, 2017 21:21:21 GMT
Aerial strike gave WheelSpin his frequency. "I might take you up on a few of your offers later on, but for now I am going to get settled in."
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 24, 2017 21:35:44 GMT
"Good. Thank you." The emphasis was on the last word, with a short pouse between the Thank and the you. He gave the much taller bot a mock bow, then grinned looking pleased.
"Call me when you're ready. I can make you a whole new mech. Inside and out. Want better weapons, we can upgrade that too. See what you need, get it on you. But anyway, enough chitchat. Got to go." He glanced at the femme. "Just go in as long as you can."
He turned to leave, paused and half turned to look at the two. "Oh.. and dont get Pratchet upset. He's a sensitive spark." And then he began in the direction of the control room, where he could bridge himself to his chosen destination.
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Deadsilence
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Post by Deadsilence on Jan 24, 2017 22:45:27 GMT
"We won't bother Ratchet," the femme replied thinking about all the things Ratchet has done and been through. Turning to Aerial Strike she playfully said: "look at you! Already making friends. Soon you'll be the talk of the base."
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Post by WheelSpin on Jan 26, 2017 7:33:48 GMT
Aerial Strike would receive this message via comm ::Hey, big guy. Mind bridging yourself to Detroit? Just get into the command central and ask for the last coordinates used for that location. Once here just go around the building, we're on the other side. Got two prisoners that need a lift. Much obliged. Be quick.:: That was where the message ended.
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Novaflame
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Post by Novaflame on Feb 3, 2017 4:22:49 GMT
Nova had moved the injured Seeker out of the repair room to wheel him out of the medbay to the Workshop to get him a new protoform for his patient, since WingOver had clearly been beaten within inches of his life, spark exposed, and then brainwashed. Nova was rather disgusted with how he was being treated, but there was not much he could do to prevent it from happening again, but he at least was able to show compassion and treat him, he knew that this patient was in no risk of getting too cold, if anything, the heat was the problem here, thus he had a cooling pack on him, to help cool his systems down. Nova finally moved WingOver's berth out of the medbay area and made his way to the workshop.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Mar 11, 2017 10:21:29 GMT
The prime entered the medbay, the wounded Wheelspin in his arms. It probably looked rather comical, though Sky couldn't care less. He just had to get the bot to someone who could fix him. The repair room was the first place that came to mind, but regarding the note that Sparkflare had sent before, that was out of the option. Scaag was a cute little guy, but he could be quite a handful sometimes. Sky set Wheelspin down on a chair, or rather, dropped him down on a chair. The guy was getting repairs either way, the fall couldn't hurt him that much.
I'll go get a medic, or someone who maybe can help. Don't go anywhere.
Skyspray retracted his battlemask as he approached the repair room, the doors still hadn't gotten fixed yet so he could see what happened inside. They really had to fix those soon. He should get someone to do that...
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 11, 2017 11:32:26 GMT
WheelSpin hissed and grunted as he was unceremoniously dropped in a chair. "....not like I can, exactly...... boss." He answered a little stiffly, the strain in his voice coming mostly from the damage he sustained. He began to adjust his position in the seat until pressure was lifted from the most damaged parts. From where he was sat down he had a partial view of the next room, mostly thanks to Sky's 'achievement' in destroying the door earlier. He could see a few bots in garish mishmash of colours. He adjusted his grip on the tubing. He thought he caught a glimpse of Diamond there too. Good, she was back. ::Helms up...Sky's coming.:: He sent via the private comm. He sagged into the chair then. Frag, the Prime..SHOT him. RedOptics
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Empress
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Post by Empress on Mar 12, 2017 18:42:03 GMT
It wasn't long until Empress emerged from the repair room. She took one glance at WheelSpin and gave her helm a slight shake.
"Con or...?" She cautiously gestured back at medbay, hoping no one from there would notice.
While waiting for a response, the medic moved to the back of the mech's chair and gently removed the plate from the back of his helm. "I'm just switching off some of your sensors. It'll help with the pain." As she spoke, Empress looked at all the now exposed wiring and loosed a few. Wheel should be free from pain now.
((Could you give me a run down of the injuries please?))
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 12, 2017 19:02:52 GMT
WheelSpin inclined his head towards where Sky was but said nothing incriminating just yet. He waited patiently as Empress began shutting his pain sensors down. The lack of pain felt like bliss, but he knew better than to move about after she had done it. While the pain was gone, the damage was still there and he could make it worse by moving and not knowing what he was straining.
"...Thank you." His lip plates curved upwards a little. "We meet again. Wish it was in better circumstances." There was a pair of fairly large holes at about mid back, bigger at the back and slightly smaller at the front, indicating that he was shot by a weapon of a size that would match a pair of guns belonging to Sky. His side was additionally nicked by what could have been a horn driving past, and the armour dented in at both sides, by what was blunt force trauma - probably just a much larger (say 33-35feet) tall bot punching at him before he was let go. There was some additional damage to his legs, where he was held, and more damage caused by the explosion that sent him flying and tumbling away.
The shots caused the worst amount of damage and were probably the reason why he had dragged himself across the ground rather than crawled. The extent of it though was not even known to the racer. (if you need any more let me know! Hope this helped!)
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Empress
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Post by Empress on Mar 13, 2017 0:24:13 GMT
The medic nodded knowingly once she got her answer. He was lucky to still be functioning. She went to work repairing WheelSpin's internal structures, her servos moving in fluent grace.
"No need to thank me." Empress replied evenly without glancing up from her work.
Using a torch and some new tubing, she closed up the energon leaks. Internal structures that were damaged were outfitted with new plating. Empress often checked over her work as she completed it, not wanting to miss any mistakes.
"Circumstances are rarely better when interacting with me." The femme smirked. She wasn't the type of individual one would interact with if they weren't injured. "Having to see a medic doesn't mean anything good."
Once the internals were all good to go, she worked on patching the smaller hole. Empress worked carefully, knowing that WheelSpin enjoyed work that wasn't rough looking.
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 13, 2017 6:52:40 GMT
"I'd rather assist you than be on the table." WheelSpin answered watching her as she worked as much as he could. He was aware that he was here and not in the repair room, but on the other servo, seeing what a mess the other room was, perhaps the waiting room was a better option. "I'll need a new chassis. This one's busted. How's...my back? Is there a lot of new plating needed?"
He was silent for a while then just watching. He wished he could see better what she was doing. Yes, he did trust her he was just curious. It was a chance to learn something perhaps and without pain, he was much less in a hurry to get it all over. He watched his own arm lift and had it press against his mouthplates. Since the pain sensors were off, he had to be careful about how much pressure he applied to his faceplating when he tried to remove some of the energon there. Soon after he lowered his arm against the seat again.
"Can you check my engine, too? it's been sputtering ever since I got shot." He made an effort to show what he meant and the sound was not pleasant and far from the usual purr. He was worried it would not carry as much power, which would mean he would drive slower. He was a race car, he could NOT just drive slowly.
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