Raiza
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Post by Raiza on Jan 8, 2015 12:41:35 GMT
"You don't have to worry on the Nemesis. I'm not a Decepticon now. I'm a neutral", she told her as she sat on the edge of the berth. "Doors are locked, no one knows your'e here", she reminded her.
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Detective Ulti
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Post by Detective Ulti on Jan 8, 2015 20:35:08 GMT
"I know I know, but I really have to get going..." She replied, slowly and painfully pushing herself off the berth, some of her joints clicking as they did so.
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Raiza
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Post by Raiza on Jan 8, 2015 23:00:59 GMT
"Alright", Raiza said as she helped her up slowly to her feet.
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Detective Ulti
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Post by Detective Ulti on Jan 8, 2015 23:08:54 GMT
"Thanks" She said, walking towards the door. She quickly opened and unlocked the door with incredible speed, before running out of the room with the same speed.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2015 19:46:29 GMT
A strange mech apears in the door of the repairing room, the red visor looks around him inspecting every inch of the zone, every thing, tool, dust and object inside. With his couple of small arm he's carrying a mall toolbox and puts it on a table. Suddenly, the 38 feet mech stops to move and the visor light turns off.It wasn't a mech, only a weird kind of machine uit with the apearence of a cybertronian. From the chest of that mechanical suit a small green 3 feet minicon appears. his optics looks angry to see some dust around the work zone and some medicine bottles in the tables. Seems I have to work so hard, this medicines should be placed here, and these ones in there, seems that this place hasn't been attendent by qualified personal! He starts to clean the area with some clothes and tools from his toolbox. His servos starts to work quickly removing the dust and sterilizing the zone.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2015 0:17:20 GMT
The medic after clean the area gets inside of his own exosuit. THe room looks cleaned and smells good. Then, he opens a Ground Bridge to a random place of the Earth and leaves. After all, he only wants to distract himslef without involve any drop of a highgrade after some cleaning time. The green vortex disapears slowy with the medic and his suit.
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Post by Kick-Start on Jan 17, 2015 20:47:16 GMT
The double-doors almost burst in, and Kick-Start all but swept in, red heels click-clacking on the floor.
Not only had Kick-Start just been promoted to Head of Medicine, but in a Med-Bay she was in her element. Despite being onlu 14 feet tall, she took charge.
There were three on-duty Vehicons standing there ready to assist her, and they watched as she made a short circuit of the room, then ran a finger along a surface and looked at it. From the expression on her face, they knew they had already failed.
"This place is filthy," she told them.
"But ma'am, we just cleaned-"
"I SAID IT IS FILTHY! I WOULDN'T CLASS THIS AS A CHOP SHOP!!!" Kick-Start shouted up at him, "The three of you get scrubbing! Disinfecting! Every corner! Every nook and cranny! Every tool and instrument! The top of every shelf and the deepest recesses of every cupboard! And then scrub some more! And you won't stop until I, personally, am satisfied! OR YOU WILL BE MELTED DOWN FOR PARTS!!!"
One of the Vehicons moved to pick up a wash-cloth. She slammed a pin-point heel into his foot.
"IDIOT! Are you actually going to START WASHING with DIRTY CLOTHS?!"
The Vehicons rushed to carry out her orders, one of them limping while she looked on. It could be excused that she was doing the directing when she couldn't actually reach to most places.
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Vos
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Wear my Faceeeeee
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Post by Vos on Jan 18, 2015 14:02:11 GMT
Vos took an enter to the medical bay, deciding that he would require a small little surgery if he was to carry out a plan of his. From afar, he watched the vehicons carry out there work. He never bothered to exchange a word with one of them, instead he just let them go. He had recently noticed how vehicons seemed to be proving to be more and more sentient as the days went on. There was Stalaken, Chaff, Robin, Mike, Derek, and Banshee who, as vehicons, had proven to have minds of their own. One of them had even reached practically reached the rank of engineering, shooing that his experimental programming was working and not working; he seemed to have multiple jobs, and each one of them required a different kind of thinking. it meant that the vehicon was not a standard troop, and as Vos had studied Chaff, according to his calculations it would take just the right push for someone to start thinking beyond their programming.
The problem was, mechanics were built to think outside of the box. Vos would deal with the small thoughts later, until Chaff began to ask questions, or any of the Theta Squad for that matter, he would pretend as if the vehicons were what everyone took them for; something lower then dirt.
Vos cleared his throat, as he made his entry. He silently brought a cleaning tool out of his subspace, and then began to clean one of the many berths in the room. Vos never gave any sign why, but he required a surgery, so he might as well hasten this process up some. It was also unexpected for him to do things such as this, but Vos wanted to study the place, and thus he cleaned it. He could discover a few things about the medical bay others would simply toss away in their minds as useless. He could find were to place some recorders, or some cameras that he could monitor the place in his room. Everything Vos did was essentially beneficial, and he dwelt on the logic that unless it wasn't, then he would do it.
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Post by Kick-Start on Jan 18, 2015 15:30:12 GMT
Kick-Start looked up from directing the Vehicons in their frantic scrubbing, which had been ongoing for some hours now, and spotted Vos. Her harsh mannerisms switched and softened to something much softer and kinder - and would be so whether Vos cared or not.
"Ah, my first patient on the Nemesis," she smiled at him, walking over and her heels audibly click-clacking against the metal floor, "Don't worry about the scrubbing; the Vehicons are working on that. Have you been injured?" she looked over him. He didn't look as if he'd been in a fight, "Or do you need my help in some other way?"
She tilted her head. Vos, a member of the DJD and a Sadist. Kick-Start was not sadistic; she hated it. But if he needed medical aid, she'd treat him as equally as any other mech.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 18:45:06 GMT
Entering the sparkling room with a swagger, Rumble strolled in with Ravage at his side. Placing his hands on his hips as he stopped, the blue Decepticon panned his gaze across the room, picking out a group of Vehicon workers along with two other 'Cons. Striding over to them, Rumble cleared his throat loudly to gain their attention, caring little too nothing about their previous conversation.
Oi! Which one of you is a medic?! We've got someone injured here and unless you want me to smash your face in for little her bleed out, I'd suggest helping her!
Ravage flicked his tail, striking the back of the fellow mini-cons head, prompting a surprised 'HEY!'. Letting out a low growl in response to his question about why he'd hit him, the sleek cyber-panther merely padded off into the corner of the room, dropping to the floor and taking up a recharging position as he waited for the event to be over.
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Post by Kick-Start on Jan 18, 2015 18:52:15 GMT
Kick-Start left Vos' side, since he clearly wasn't injured. She walked over to Rumble.
"My designation is Medic Kick-Start. Head of Medicine, to be precise," she smiled brightly, "Do you need help, or is there somebody else you need me for?"
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 18, 2015 19:09:52 GMT
Entering the medical bay, Black Sun used one of her servos to grip the door frame. Black Sun made sure her digits were digging into the metal, just for extra support. The Newly arrived SiC had a pretty ugly and large helm wound, which energon leaked down the side of her helm.
"I would be that patient, Kick-Start." Black Sun stated. "I'm afraid standing any longer will result in me passing out."
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Post by Kick-Start on Jan 18, 2015 19:25:57 GMT
"You could be right, Ma'am," Kick-Start told her, "Lie down on the table. I've just had the place scrubbed."
Indeed, while the place looked spotless, she hadn't actually told the three Vehicons to stop scrubbing. When Black Sun lay down on the table, Kick-Start pulled a large lever, and the table jolted down about 6 feet, so that it was more at Kick-Start's level.
"That's a nasty helm-wound," she commented, and started wiping it clear, "They're always dangerous..." she zoomed in on it as she picked up a surgical welder, "How'd it happen?"
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 18, 2015 19:29:46 GMT
After laying down on the table, Black Sun tried to look at the femme. "I don't remember." Black Sun said. She honestly didn't know. The only thing she did know was she name, rank, and faction. No past, not exact personality. But she did have a vague Idea that she was some sort of swordsman, which was obviously displayed with the katanas mounted on her back. She remained quiet a moment later, which she waited for Kick-Start to respond.
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Post by Kick-Start on Jan 18, 2015 19:36:28 GMT
"Ooooh. Ouch. Definitely dangerous then," Kick-Start frowned, "Could be damage to your processors..."
She continued to zoom in on the damage. It wasn't exactly a 'weld-shut' job, not just because of the leakage, but because when she looked, there seemed to be some processor damage, and she couldn't be certain of how much without further investigation.
"Okay... hmmm... some whire have been broken... not just Energon but... there is definitely some circuitry damage..."
She produced a small screwdriver.
"I'm going to remove your helm to get a closer look. It's not life-threatening damage, but... I want to know what's going on in there."
She started to unscrew the plates, carefully removing plating and leaving Black Sun's processor open to be examined.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 18, 2015 19:53:06 GMT
Black Sun let the medic do her work, which she laid still.
((Sorry for the short post -_-))
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Post by Kick-Start on Jan 18, 2015 20:06:53 GMT
"Don't worry ma'am, you're in the hands of the best Medic on the Nemesis - and the best tech-medic in this galaxy, even if I do say so myself," Kick-Start smiled, then looked inside, humming and ha-ing.
There was circuitry damage - mostly to memory banks as she'd assumed. Such damage would mean that full memories might never be completely restored, if ever, but without repair it would get worse, meaning that not only would she fail to regain old memories, but never be able to rebuild new ones.
She took out an even smaller micro-welder that technicians might use to fiddle with microchips.
"Just... whatever you do, don't move," she told Black Sun, managing the smallest wires first, "This shouldn't hurt..."
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 18, 2015 20:20:19 GMT
((LOL, I'd like to see what Shockwave would think off all of this. How much you want to bet he doesn't know she's back. ))
Black Sun did as she was told, which she layed on the table as still as a statue. Black Sun from there tried really hard to remember. Anything would be nice, a face, a name, even an image would be nice. She kept trying to occupy herself as the medic began poking at her helm.
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Starscream
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Post by Starscream on Jan 18, 2015 20:24:42 GMT
(( I smell a Thundercracker. ))
Stepping inside the medical bay, the red, sliver and blue color schemed seeker casually walked into the area, taking in the sights. Last time he was on the ship, it was just shortly before Trypticon was forever forced to stay in this alt form of his, he never actually the time to visit the medical facility. It quickly came to mind when he heard a certain comm stating a second in command. He didn't exactly remember the name, but thinking about whoever it was seriously irritated him. That title was rightfully his. Shaking it off, the seeker went over to the corner to see the small familiar medic working on a patient he had never seen before. Smirking, he started to speak in his usual high toned voice.
Ah, seems like things are getting busy here, yes?
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Post by Kick-Start on Jan 18, 2015 20:36:41 GMT
"Oh yes, Starscream," Kick-Start welded quickly, "Although I'm sure you'd be concerned to know that our Second in Command appears to have some damage to her processor..."
She didn't need to look up to know that the ladder-climbing Starscream was probably whooping internally at that news.
"Memories, mostly... I'm afraid, Ma'am, that I cannot guarrantee you'll get your memories back. Nonetheless, the Hard Drive is extremely hard to destroy; even the most extensive damage tends to leave some traces..."
She continued to weld, rejoining circuitry and trying to soothe Black Sun, who must be very worried right now.
"...but ultimately all I can do is my best for you," she didn't look up at Starscream, both spoke anyway "And Starscream... do you need any help?"
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