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Post by Empress on Mar 13, 2017 20:39:35 GMT
Since her patient was seated, Empress paused from her work and gently leaned him forwards for a look at the back injuries. Carefully she leaned Wheel back again. "You'll need a fair bit of new plating, but that shouldn't be too bad" After being somewhat hunched over due to the height difference, the medic stood and straightened herself out.
"I didn't think your injuries would be so extensive, I hope you don't mind me leaving momentarily to get some more supplies, parts, and a berth." Empress looked over WheelSpin once more so she could collect the right sized peices, and then promptly left to the chaos that was the repair room.
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 13, 2017 20:56:55 GMT
"I'd help but......well I'll wait." He paused and added: " My 'structural' er armour...and the lot plans are in the workshop in the system there. You can have the spare parts made from that. The paint I can.... apply later but there's a set of spare containers marked with my name in the back of the same room." WheelSpin answered with a small, yet pleasant smile. It was just a little cheeky. He may have been angry with the Prime for shooting right through him but he did not need to be mean to the medic who was helping him just because of that.
While Empress left to get more things and a berth where he could finally stretch out and allow for some easier work on him, he slouched in his seat. He was tired, which he could put down to the generous amount of lost energon. He was not in pain only because the pain sensors were shut down. His plating, precious plating, had just recently been replaced and now he needed more.
At least he was in good hands. He lowered his gaze onto the scratched up paint and groaned. "....frag."
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 14, 2017 2:08:24 GMT
WheelSpin remained in his seat when it happened. First he saw Vating march by looking properly pissed off. He remained silent and just followed his movement into the room. Then he could see the bright light the other had just walked into. He could sense what it was, could even partially see who it was done by.
His servo curled into a fist. That he was left here by the Prime, instead of brought to where he could have been repaired like a normal Autobot now felt less of a 'chance' or an accident. He did not know that the Prime hardly thought about it when he first entered or that he did not expect that it would reach out to more than just Diamond. He was already sore about the damage he sustained from friendly fire and the fact that he was out in the waiting lobby. Adding another beef he had with the Prime to the list was easy. Prime must have done it on purpose.
The light began and ended, being right there and just about out of reach. He could almost have felt it. He may have reached out to it and that might have been why he found himself lying on the floor now,right on top of his damaged chassis. Angrily, because there was nobody to see, he pushed himself upwards and forward with his arms. He was not moving towards the repair room. The light was gone and those within the confines of that place revealed their new acquisitions. He wanted to get up to his feet, but twice he tried and both times he failed. There were a few cables pinched, torn or blown off, that should have been sending signals to his legs. The result was that each time he did try he could jerk them this or that way just a small bit before they locked and could go no further.
"Scrap..." He muttered darkly noticing that one or two minor energon lines have torn once more in the fall, and the grounds were stained with the resulting leak. Stubbornly he continued to move, even if it was only to drag himself across the floor. Transforming into his alt form was out of the question till he was certain how great the damage was. His destination was still far out of reach for now.
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Empress
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Post by Empress on Mar 14, 2017 22:00:48 GMT
"Sorry to have taken so long, there was- Why is it that the injured always move?" The medic's voice was tense, not because of her annoyance at Wheel, but because she was still trying to comprehend what had just occurred.
"Going somewhere?" Empress lowered the berth which she had pushed into the room. After removing the supplies from it, she assisted the mech onto it. "I would carry your repairs out in the repair room, but it is just too chaotic to due so." She frowned upon seeing the torn energon lines but chose against chastising him for it.
For a predacon, her patience was nearly endless. Emp made quick work of repairing the torn lines, not due to sloppiness, but because she had done the procedure many times before. Her attention had then turned turned to fixing the speedster's engine. Seeing as the shot came out from his back, it meant not having to fish around for a bullet. There was some shrapnel, but that was easy to take out. The medic's guess was that the off noise was caused by the imbalance in the system brought on the by the opening.
Empress was never meant to be a medic, so the tools she needed were never integrated into her form. That meant having to cart around a bunch of supplies. She found it inconvenient but worked around it none the less.
Grabbing a torch and extra material, the medic began to close up the system. Her audios wavered occasionaly, listening to see if the sputters ceased. "How are you holding up?"
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 14, 2017 22:15:10 GMT
"I know... I saw." He had not gotten far and was annoyed by it. Well there was more. It wasn't Empress's fault of course, but he was still here instead of there and it was clear it would remain so.
"There's no point in it now anyway...." WheelSpin answered less pleasantly than before. "The power boost time's over." He did shift - with Empress's help - onto the berth after that and moved if she asked him to, while otherwise remaining as motionless as he could. He revved his engine to test it and see if she had gotten the damage dealt with and the problem fixed. The sound was much better than before. It would need a bit of tuning but other than that it was a job well done.
"Better. ..." He kept his optics on the broken door and glanced over when he could. When she was working on his back he could not watch her work so it was pointless to try. "....some lines must've been torn. My legs aren't getting the right amount of power... or signals." He murmured showing how much they could move and where the problem began.
"..Why's your medbay full of bots that aren't damaged?..." He muttered running his engine a little louder. "Thought it's supposed to be the other way around....Them in here, and patients in there..." One thing was clear. He had not appreciated drawing the shortest straw in terms of everything that happened that day.
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Post by Empress on Mar 14, 2017 22:43:59 GMT
"The power boost?" The femme felt different after the event, but hadn't looked into it. The only thing that she had given attention to was the color change- something that would have to take some getting used to.
Pleased that the engine was sounding better, Empress closed everything off more seamlessly. This allowed for less work to be completed later. While doing so she discreetly placed another small piece of metal, her nimble hands wouldn't bring attention to the deception.
Empress shifted WheelSpin so that she could get a better look at his back. Some lines had been torn alright, but on the bright side they weren't all melted together. She began to cut away at pieces that were past the point of salvageable and put them off to the side.
"That's what I often find myself wondering about. I think most of them are there to pick on the newcomer." Try and try as she might, she wouldn't be able to kick them all out herself. "Perhaps I should start making complaints, eh?"
The femme began to add in more lines so that she could replace the scrapped ones. Anytime during the procedure Wheel could get the feeling back in his legs again. "Try not to kick out once the connections are completed, we don't need you tearing something else of falling off the berth."
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 14, 2017 22:59:09 GMT
"Well, don't tell me you aren't feeling different than before." He motioned towards her with his servo. "Prime doesn't exactly have a large set of headlights to flash. And your paintjobs aren't light sensitive either...I'm not stupid." He went on while being moved. Her 'seam work' was pretty good, better than he expected it to be anyway.
"You should order them out." He tried to adjust his position a little, so that less pressure was on a particularly twisted part of armour at his side. "They've got no business being in there." Whirl did not. He had been as banned from the medbay as he was, and yet he was there, wiggling his new claws all nicely.
He gave no warning but as he felt the connection improve on one of his legs he slowly made it move. He waited then, simply relaxing and extending it, until the remaining connections were done in it. "You... didn't happen to get any new plating while you were gone, did you? Or.. paint?"
He pulled one of the legs up to him and then slowly stretched it back out. There were a few kinks to get out, but it was moving. "Is my engine going to be at its full capacity? The damage will be 100% fixed?"
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Post by Empress on Mar 14, 2017 23:26:39 GMT
"Forgive my ignorance, I am not well acquainted with Cybertronian relics." She was getting anxious about the topic, and a bit antsy to test out the effects. Stuff supposedly happened.
Empress gave a side long glance at the medical bay door. "You're right." She quickly moved the supplies and tools to the underneath storage of the berth. "You're engine should run as it did, and I did get more plating. Unfortunately the paint will have to be applied at a later time."
"Shall we head to the repair room?" The femme allowed herself to smirk as she deactivated the brakes on the berth. Empress began to push the bed towards the entrance; it was time to pull the authority card.
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 14, 2017 23:33:17 GMT
WheelSpin gave a small shrug in response. He didn't see why it would matter then whether she finished up completely within the repair room or whether she did it here. The opportunity was lost and he'd have gladly just had it done and over with so he could leave. Properly leave.
"...whatever you think best..." He answered, even if he could not stop her, should he had wanted it otherwise. At least the ban looked like it was to be lifted. That was that small amount of satisfaction that he could feel. Pratchet loosing this 'battle' for the sake of necessity, even if he probably wasn't anywhere near to see it. Well if he walked in it was all Empress's idea anyway. No lie.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2017 18:52:36 GMT
A 6 meter tall silver and red femme quietly sneaks into the waiting room. There is no visible damage on her body, but she enters hunched over and arms tucked in, hands hidden. Her eyes are darting around nervously. She doesn't say anything, but the grimace of pain on her face is obvious enough.
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