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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 14:41:58 GMT
Even the secret metals can be discovered when they are analysed -something that the Splash's scanners do in name to save people-, but it basically would say the elements used to choose the best replacements, the scanners wont say if in there is any secret process to make such metal, tought.
The medic looked at Tarn before to give a proper answer to the veicons. Even when he's the new Vos, Splashbug knows he isn't allowed to do that unless a superior requests him so.
Before I have to know if you desire the same kind of armour, or you deside another one. I have to remove all of you in name to replace it with better pieces. He said to the vehicon before to look at the purple mech. I wold do it, but first I have to confirm that desition is allowed by, you, sir.
Splashbug would clearly do that easily, after all, he leart it very well from one of the best teachers he found once in Polihex, even when such teacher wasn't full atached to the medicine field, he taught Spash enough to mess with minds. Those days in the superior academics of Cybertron gave the minicon all to repair and save people, even more than he expected. He finally got time to get outta the exosuit and clean his servos, now the thow giant cybertroninas would praciate the small true size of the medic. It was too ridiculous to think many lifes has been saved by that small bastard. Once his servos are cean and ready to work again, he would prepare tool before the mechs were able to give an answer.
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Post by Dr. Brain End on Sept 12, 2016 5:36:17 GMT
Entering the repair room Brain End would look for any patience that needed to be patched up. When he saw no one, a bored expression would appear on his faceplate. The mech decided to wait, just in case someone came in needing repairs, the room was quiet, but he got the feeling it wouldn't be for long.
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Post by Dr. Brain End on Sept 13, 2016 4:26:58 GMT
Seeing Neon's helm poke into the room, Brain End would look at him with the same bored expression. Part of him thought the mech was looking for repairs.
You in the door way, do you need repairs?
Brain End would wait for the fellow con to respond.
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Post by Dr. Brain End on Sept 13, 2016 18:55:17 GMT
Nodding the mech would point toward one of the berths with a faint smile. He finally had something to do, it wasn't much, but it was something.
Have a seat, and we shall begin.
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Post by Dr. Brain End on Sept 16, 2016 2:18:38 GMT
(Sorry for the lat post I was busy yesterday)
Looking over Neon, 4 extra limbs would retract from his back, reaching for the tools he'd need. Hearing his patients words, and simply shrugged at his question.
Frag if I'd know, if Backbeat were still calling the shots, I'd say something unnecessarily insane, and very amusing. But, since Death Wish is calling the shots, I have no idea what's been going on around here. And, my name is Doctor Brain End.
The mech would begin repairing Neon, he would start with the chest damage first, he would remove the damaged armour plating, and would replace it with new ones. He could tell the mechs energy levels were low, but it didn't seem to be at a level that would require an Energon pump.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 17:56:11 GMT
( Taggon,your vehicon is fixed, but I can't do anythig in his processor until Tarn replies, anyway, you're free to go) The minicon at not having any kind of answer from Tarn of the Vehicon he would put the new armour of the vehicon to 'Vos' body. (it could be the same of before, or a new one, you're the one who can choose). Placing piece by piece the armour, Splash would use his delicate digits until know the missing pace and every repair is done. You are done. He said with a cold tone before to yell: WHO IS NEXT!?The head of medicine would look at the two mechs, one of them aparently is one of his men, the other one... well, Splash doesn't know about him. Aparently in there weren't patients without atended, but the actitude of Neon looked a bit odd to the minicon. He walked back to the small cabine of his exosuit and moved towards the duo. Aparetly you don't need any kind of help, I guess. He said to Brain, but those words were only to aproach to Neon and inspect him. Everything he wants is to keep his medbay clean and in good conditions, but such thing shoud take a big effort to an obssesive person like Splashbug.
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Post by Dr. Brain End on Sept 18, 2016 22:50:25 GMT
Hearing Neon's question a bigger smile would appear on his faceplate, and the doctor would chuckle as he finished the chest repairs. He wasn't really up too anything, he just for the most part went off his own agenda, which often involved helping the other Decepticons if he thought it would lead to something interesting, and or amusing.
Up to something? Of course not, I'm just doing my job as any good Decepticon would do.
Hearing Splash, Brain End would look to the armoured minicon out of the corner of his optic, his faceplate. He would begin repairing Neon's helm. He replied too the head medic as he worked.
Nope I've got the situation under control here.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2016 10:25:46 GMT
Judging for himself he woud notie everything is ok until Neon spoke. The arrogant face of the minicon stared at Neon in a threatening way. The anger shown would be seen trhough his cirled optics wich blink like a professional camera would do.
The fact of being small isn't a excuse to consider me inferior. Who dared to call the head of medicine like that! If I wish to , I woud order the rest pf te medics to use you like a guinea pig and let you die covered by your own corporal fuids! Dare to call me like that, you, insolent and I wont be resposable of the fate of your insides.
Neon got luck at keep his tought inside his processor. If he weren't the minicon would have reacted even worst. If Neon weren't taking care of Brainend, Splash would be happy to show him the reasons he should not offend a figure like him. Maybe he could be small and weak for himself, but the things that makes him dangerous are the things he hides in his head. In the other hand, attacking a patient would go against the medic's ethic code, the only ethi code he would apply in his life.
Just a last warning, for ever piece of equipment broken or amaged will be proportional to the bodyparts broken that will be denied to be fixed .
THe minion walked outside the room in silence.
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Post by Dr. Brain End on Sept 20, 2016 17:40:45 GMT
Although he didn't show it, Brain End was intrigued by the fact that Neon was able to remove his helm. Listening to his patient speak, Brain End would stop for a moment, and would burst out laughing. Hearing the Head medic being assumed to be his assistant was quite amusing.
Amusing thought, but no. He's the head medic around here.
Collecting himself, the medic would get back to work, and tried not to laugh at the minicons reaction. He'd then look to Splashbug out of the corner of his optic once more, this time with a look of amusement on his faceplate
Now, Splashy... is it alright if I call you Splashy? I know you're technically my boss, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't threaten my patient. And, stop letting your... I believe the humans call it a Napoleon Complex... get the better of you. Or at least wait until his repairs are done, and deal with him after. Mouthy soldiers like this don't last very long in this war anyway. So honestly it's not worth wasting your breath, and time letting him aggravate you.
The mech would continue working on Neon's helm, while part of him waited to see how the the Head Medic would react. Hearing Splash leave Brain End would shrug, as his extra limbs did all the repair work. He had hoped for some more amusement, but he had no such luck.
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Post by Dr. Brain End on Sept 27, 2016 5:54:44 GMT
Brain End would shrug as he worked, seeming to be bothered by the headless body that was walking around. His extra limbs worked without hassle.
Relax, Splashy doesn't seem like he has anyone in his good books. But, then again being head medic I imagine he has the authority to turn your stay in med-bay into a living nightmare. So... worry about it if you want to.
The mech had a devilish grin on his faceplate, he was interested to see just what kind of reaction he could get from Neon.
(Sorry again... being an adult sucks.)
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Post by Vos on Oct 7, 2016 23:42:22 GMT
Free of his injuries and ultimately his restraints, Vos arose form the birth. The medic had done well in repairing his chassis, and now the mech was ready to move. The quiet shadow of Tarn was looming somewhere in the room, and Vos knew the mech was around somewhere. However, Vos also knew his axe was somewhere too. He scanned the area for it, finding it within instants and stashing it into his subspace. If everything on his person was restored, that meant he'd be ready for more battles. Vos thought about that.
He glanced at his back, where his short seeker wings twitched. He had not flown in such a long time, the thought of kissing the sky with his own sharp metals was enticing enough for him to consider leaving the room without Tarn's permission. The mech had brought him here. Vos knew it would have been rude for him to leave without saying why. Still. He needed some out time. Not really the one in charge here anymore. Heh. Then again--if I say I have a target--or bring back one when I'm done, that'll settle for something. Vos thought. His programming was leading him to a fight yet again. His restlessness had overtaken him once more, though not in as harsh a form as it could have come. The ex-vehicon stashed his axe away, deciding he would take his leave, let these two scientists jabber on about whatever as he got his bearings.
Vos left for the armory. he needed to pick up a few tools before he went out and about.
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Post by Dr. Brain End on Oct 21, 2016 4:25:17 GMT
Finishing Neon's repairs, Brain End would look his fellow Decepticon in the optics. He had an annoyed expression on his faceplate.
You could try apologising, but you'd be better off acting like a true Decepticon, and deny that you did anything wrong, and act like it didn't happen. Now your repairs are complete, you're free to take your helm, and leave when ever you wish.
With that, Brain End would leave the repair room, and headed toward the Communication Centre.
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Dec 17, 2016 0:07:43 GMT
"Hahaha! What a party! Hope we get invited again next year, we really know how to end a party with a bang!"
Meltdown walked in with minor damage, waiting to be fixed up, he had spent the entire fight on the outskirts herding the Autobots in unwittingly for the explosions, cackling maniacally as he watched them all burn as he waded through the flames without even a sting. Behind him was Deathgrip, who had taken the brunt of Skyspray's onslaught, with several large pieces of armour torn off as he limped to a berth, using it to support himself.
"If that's the height of their strategy then we've little to worry about. Typical Autobot leadership. Come for riches, leave with stitches."
"Ooh, poetic Deathgrip, and we haven't even gotten the anaesthetics into you yet. Is it the pain or the thought of crushing Skyspray's head like an oil can talking?"
"Enough. Focus on repairs. The Autobots dealt us a hard blow and failed to capitalise. We need to be at our best if we intend to repay them for this."
Quaketread's thudding footsteps echoed as he walked towards another berth, he had taken heavy scoring from the Spider Tank's lasers and part of his cabin was heavily misshapen and damaged as it rested over his left shoulder, taking a position in the corner, the massive Second in Command folded his arms and watited for medical aid, the other two also waiting, Meltdown less quietly than the others as he tapped out a haphazard melody on his own knee joints in the corner, as if they hadn't just been in a warzone.
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Post by taurokhun on Dec 19, 2016 12:48:47 GMT
Taurokhun walked in inpaled by his own sword and his left arm twisted 180 degrees. His optics were cracked. His face was stiff. Not with pain but anger. "What the hell happened when I was gone?! I was forced to use an unstable ground bridge to come to a place I believed to be under attack and there's no one to fight."
Taurokhun sat dispoinfed. "We will have revenge on the autobots for destroying our home."
Taurokhun waved over a medic. "Scaryfire would like to see me ASAP. I would appriciate some repairs." Taurokhun put his hands on the blade of his katana and slid it out from his back.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 14:52:43 GMT
The femme didn't replied, she was bussy at trying to send another comms to another soldiers. I there weren't any medic available, but their bodies aren't in there. They have been working outside the Nemesis, but in there is no signa of them. In there where a small vehicons who could suport Taurohuk. FIrst he would start with reoving the twisted arm and place it again with the pieces instaled in their right place. With a welder the woud would be patched, but it would be a bit painful, but the procedure will long some minutes, leaving a welding scar. In there were some generic red optics stored, so, it would be used to replace taurok's optics here the vehicon got carefull at joining the bables that get attached to the opticcs before to place them in the optics cavities.
Sir, you are already fixed, but I'de recomed to see a edic to fix any error.
It wasn't the more asethical repairs as a trained medic would do, but that is enough to ake the mech stay fully functional again.. The the vehicon walked aroud the other group d mechs conformed by Deathgrip, Quake and Meltdown.
What do you need, sirs?
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Post by taurokhun on Dec 19, 2016 14:57:13 GMT
Taurokhun bowed deeply to the vehicon. "Everyone get fixed and be combat ready." TAurokhun picked up his blade and walked out.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 22:08:47 GMT
It took a while for the slow-roving tank to make his way to Kick-Start's 'Office', but in due time, he did. The heavy and slow beat of massive metallic pods signaled his arrival well before he reached the door, and tapped the panel to enter. Thundertread, who lumbered through the hatch while pulling the hover sled laden with weaponry behind him, scanned the room. "I require services. Who is ready?"
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Post by Pulsewave on Jun 3, 2017 9:41:30 GMT
Pulswave had come just from the hallways, so they were just behind the other decepticon.
"I am,do you require medical aid?" They asked, walking around the other mech and looking up at them. "Designation Pulsewave, new chief medical officer. What can I do for you?"
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Post by Slapfoot on Jun 3, 2017 14:31:44 GMT
Slapfoot had followed Pulsewave, his attention having focused on him as a result of his dazed state. He sat down on a berth, not seeking attention. It was doubtful many medics would know what to do with him. He was so anatomically changed as a result of the program, he was fundamentally different. It mattered not anymore. He activated his half-sleep function, the upper half of his crossed visit dimming.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 4:43:47 GMT
The monster of a machine turned slowly, like a serial killer. But it was not for dramatic effect- he was simply that slow. A massive metallic hand gestured to the hover sled laden with armaments. "Thundertread. I require these weapons to be integrated into alternate and primary mode," Growled out the Predator, pointing to the twin, quad-tubed Thermo Rocket Launchers. "And these, to be removed." Another hand gesture to the set of cannons just above and behind his shoulders. "These are to replace them in that position and be integrated as well." Again, he gestured to the sled, pointing out the Bomb Blaster, Energon Battle Pistol, and Scatter Blaster. "And these to be integrated only into this form. Can you perform this task?"
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