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Post by Taggon on Jan 9, 2015 16:07:49 GMT
Knaught shrugged, finishing the work on her leg. "Thank you for cooperating Hotwire. It's good to see that you're not some kind of--" Knaught began, and as he spoke a ground bridge opened up yet again. Out strode Taggon, and the ground bridge closed behind him.
"-warmachine." Knaught finished in a lower tone. He didn't hate Taggon, but occasionally Knaught thought that Taggon over did his job. The knives, the pre-thinking before battles, the scenarios the vehicon prepared himself for, it was all clear that Taggon dedicated everyday of his life for the war. Knaught didn't blame him though. From what he understood, Taggon still had some type of Decepticon programming lingering in his head, keeping him from being completely free-minded.
Taggon approached the two, and seemed to look over Hotwire for a second. "Greetings. I see you were brought back into a better condition." Taggon kept his visor starring straight at her, his voice still holding little emotion, while his optics eyed her unbound limbs from behind the mask. It would appear that Knaught convinced Hotwire to remain calm or something...interesting. Taggon considered sharpening one of his knives now, since he knew about two pairs had not been given attention for about twenty-four fours, which meant that they needed to be checked and polished. not to mention, his knives also had to be re-organized somewhat, so that he could have a quicker selection next time he was in a fight. These thoughts breezed through the mind of the vehicon, and the mech pocketed the thoughts and future projects for later in his mind. It was interview time.
"Hotwire. I recall where we last left off was you claiming you were not a Decepticon. it would appear that you are faction less." Taggon gestured to her, as if she was something he genuinely had not encountered before. "Yet today you fought with something I have not seen in a mercenary before. Are you an ex-Decepticon?" Taggon took a gander, he held his stance formally, though he kept a shape optic on her. He had dealt with so many backstabbing scum and treacherous mechs and femmes, especially anyone who tried to hurt his friends, offended high-command, and tried to personally capture him. Twice. Who could blame him?
Taggon still was loaded with weaponry, and Knaught raised a brow at him. "Mind taking this elsewhere? It is a regulation, that if possible, no weapons in the medical bay." Knaught said in small voice, looking at taggon expectantly, knowing the vehicon would follow the rules.
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The medic who was dealing with diamond was half way down with her leg by now, and was trying to keep to himself. He knew that she obviously didn't want to be talked to, and that pressing her on what it was like outside would be something unnecessary. He just kept working on his job, trying to match her framework with the pieces he had been provided with. The vehicon across from him then beckoned for him, and tossed him Daimonds severed arm, and then leg from his subspace. "Thanks." The medic said gravely, barely catching them. The vehicon nodded, and Taggon then turned his attention back to Hotwire and Knaught.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 9, 2015 17:04:36 GMT
Sky still laid on his berth with the energon stabilizer constantly keeping fresh energon coming into his body. He had begun to wake up and he slowly twitched his digits on his right arm. He couldn't feel his lower body or his left arm but he could at least ventilate again. He didn't open his optics but he kept his audio receptors open so that he would hear what was happening around him.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 9, 2015 17:26:55 GMT
"I'm not ex-con," Hotwire told Taggon, "If I were, I'd be just as damned as you to a Bounty on my head. I'm not ex-bot either. Taking sides has never worked out for me. Are you trying to work out whether I might join the Autobots?"
It was complicated. The DJD certainly didn't consider her one of their own, and she wouldn't want them to, but she was possibly Tarn's favourite bounty hunter due to her success rate.
On the other hand, she didn't fight the 'bots actively. She searched for bounties, not battles.
"I'm not saying it's pointless, but I also don't see any wallet in your servos," she told him.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 9, 2015 21:10:38 GMT
By this time, his optics had started to flicker back online. They slowly lit up with a pleasant green color as he finally could take a look at his surroundings. He was inside a medical bay, that was pretty mich everything that he recalled about the place. He could also see that he was atrached to an energon stabilizer which indicated that his contition had been very critical some time ago. He did not know how long he had passed out for but it could have been any time. He didn't see anyone he recognized either so he went back to just staring at the ceiling and thinking about stuff, like why Vos had been there, what happened to him, what he had done with the T-cog, about his family and all that stuff. He vented but that also hurt as he had multiple circuts fried in the affected parts and holes there too.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 9, 2015 23:27:58 GMT
Diamond had been awake for a bit now, but with the medic working on her injuries, and the pain fading, she seemed lost. She was staring, possibly at the medic, with such distance in her optics that you'd presume she was brainwashed, when really she was copying her sister's current expression. Her spark ached, and quickened in rhythm as half the pain of Halberd being tortured at the moment spread itself through her body.
The two shared a soul link as well, caused by how close they were before the war. No matter how far away from each other, they could feel each other's emotions, and well-being. The same tears threatened to fall, but just like Halberd, she held them back. But since Diamond was younger, and supposedly weaker, one rolled down her cheek plate and onto the berth she was on. The pain of being tortured was worse than the pain of dying. Diamond would never be happy again if that happened.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 10, 2015 0:35:07 GMT
Knaught decided that it was his time to start giving Skyspray some attention, since no one else was. The black and white mech walked over to Skyspray, and commenced sealing his wounds, and making rue he wouldn't go offline. Knaught was a professional medic, and in fact ad been one for thousands of millennia. He knew exactly what he was doing, and thusly it came easily to him. He could not say the same for the patient though. Knaguth was surprised to see him in such a state, and wondered who could have done something like this. It wasn't normal battle wounds, it was clear this mech had been in a fight were everyone beat the slag out of everything.
The medic who was working on Diamond finished up her new leg, never noticing the tear. The medic knew when to speak, and when not to. He knew this was clearly a rookie, though she was awfully silent to be one. He also wondered whom she had fought, but like Knaught, the medic never bothered asking. as he commenced working on restoring her arm, he spotted the small bit of coolant that had made it's mark on the table, and he was able to see the trail marks from the young femmes face. She was starring distantly with her blue optics, clearly she wasn't in pain, at least not physically anymore. The medic made a note to himself to report her behavior to Taggon.
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Taggon himself just kept his stance straight, as he placed his servos behind his back, in a patient gesture as he listened to Hotwire. Taggon mused on how Hotwire had jumped to the conclusion that he was trying to push her into a faction, and that she wouldn't truly take him up on his 'offer' should he supply her with one. The vehicon just shook his helm at her as if she was a bit new, and had quite a bit to learn. We all do. "Hotwire. I cannot help but see that you thinking that I am trying to push you into something I never invited you to. I doubt many Autobots would want someone on their faction just because it pays well." Taggon said mildly, he was not smug or sarcastic in his words at all. "I was simply trying to guess if you had any smaller connections with the Decepticons, seeing if I could come up with a reason to solve why you seem to be quite fierce, both verbally and physically." Some would take it as a compliment, though it didn't have the tone of a compliment, but it certainly did not have the snarky sound to it at all.
The vehicon then shifted a servo from his back, smoothly pointing to the exit. "As Knaught requested, I think we should do this not in the presents of those who are wounded. Personally Hotwire, I do hope you know what you are doing. Tarn, or Tarnal as others call him, is not one to merely trade with. As you might know---a chest chalk full of nightmares waiting to be released rests in that body." Taggon walked for the exit, signaling for her to follow. He knew she was not going to pull off a smart one, or at least not yet. Not when there were guards, and frankly no exit but the one Taggon was headed to.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 10, 2015 0:54:04 GMT
Hotwire followed Taggon, intrigued by his conversation.
"I'm not ignorant to Tarn, or to his techniques," she agreed. In the circumstances it was probably negative to her situation to discuss the details of her employments, both past and present, with Taggon. He'd never understand anyway. He clearly didn't understand the technicalities of business.
"I doadditionally know the first thing he'd do upon acquiring you would be to remove your T-Cog so that it couldn't be injured in the weeks to come," she added, "But I don't think this is about the DJD, is it? You're trying to figure me out..."
She smiled slightly as she walked with him.
"Here's the deal. An Autobot killed my brother. And a Decepticon killed my other brother. Does that start answering any of your questions?"
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 10, 2015 1:04:41 GMT
Dodge noticed that the mech he was monitoring had started to stir. This was a good sign. Scanning him again, Dodge checked on his vital signs and was satisfied with the results. His visor slid back to the side, disappearing into a tiny slot on either side of his faceplates.
"Hello, my designation is Dodge. How do you feel?" the white mech asked, having noticed the green optics flicker online.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 10, 2015 1:37:50 GMT
Taggon kept listening carefully, picking apart her sentences to see if he could indeed figure her out somewhat. He was a little surprised to hear that Hotwire was just flat out answering the questions he was asking in his processor. That must have been rough. Taggon noted, and kept walking.
"Well, Tarn would remove my T-cog, if he likes using a useless one. Vos poisoned my T-cog long ago, and I have not transformed for nine months, fifteen days, and thirteen and a half hours." Taggon said, the calculation was instant, so it was clear the vehicon had been keeping track of how long he had been unable to transform. He only shared the weakness with Hotwire because he believed it did not put him in too much danger. Though she perhaps would be able to use that as a weakness, but he already made up for it with other factors. Transforming was what he could not do, and he hated the thoughts of it. He was given a pang of discontentment, it felt like it had been forever since he had folded up into his car alternate mode, and then driven the streets of earth freely. The small silence gave anyone time to indicate Taggon was considering a few things to regarding his lost ability, and then he spoke up again.
"Your answer does answer some of my questions, though doe of them will never be asked for your sake. I believe I came from the Well of Sparks...though I do remember having a cousin or two around somehow. I cannot figure out how it worked, but I have no recollection of a father or mother, or any other sibling. So I assume that logically I came from the Well. I am saying this, because I am sorry for your own fallen siblings. Even if 'sorry' coming from a vehicon does not do much to bring them back to life, or really change anything." Taggons stated. He knew how it was typical of how poepl said, 'oh, sorry bout how your friend there died'. It was something that had become, in many cases, an automatic thing for people to say. it did nothing, and got no one anywhere. ironically enough, sometimes it made the other person the one who was sorry. Taggon had walked somewhat slowly on purpose, and now at the exit, knowing Hotwire was diagonally behind him, just in the corner of his eye, he knew he could trust her to keep following.
((To Hotwire: When you post, to move the conversation elsewhere, go to the other locations section of High grand, and then respond on the Hallways thread.))
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 10, 2015 1:59:39 GMT
"If you knew the... details... I doubt 'sorry' would be your default stance," Hotwire replied, "But as I told you, taking sides didn't work out for me, and for that matter, it never has. When you rely on a bounty hunter for the heads, it's because your own loyal troops are too inept to do the job. And the entire point of hiring a special forces mercenary is for the deniability of responsibility whenever a training camp gets burned to the ground. Trainees and all."
She angled herself to watch Taggon's walk and stance, deducing what she could from that, rather than his face.
"So in the end, nobody hires mercenaries, which is strange seeing how well I'm keeping up with my mortgage payment lately."
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Post by Taggon on Jan 10, 2015 2:30:29 GMT
((I'm replying in the halls...sorry for the long replies, I've been awfully busy.))
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 10, 2015 5:48:24 GMT
He continued watching the different lines and platings which made the ceiling when he heard that he was spoken with. He had noticed that he was getting repaired too but he didn't feel much of it. The fried circuits eliminated that feeling. He twisted his helm slightly until he was focusing on the mech that had asked him a question. His vocal chords had been repaired good enough to allow him to speak again.
And I'm Skyspray. To answer your question, take a look at me. Do I seem OK? No, I can't feel my lower half or the left side of my body. And my elbow has seen better days. But I'm functioning.... but so is Vos..
As he mentioned Vos his optics changed a little in their color from the pleasant green to a much darker green. A little trait he had inherited from his father, but it only occurred when he got angry or very annoyed.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 10, 2015 14:32:30 GMT
With the patch up job complete, Knaught went on to repair the connection between Skyspray's upper body and lower body. He didn't bother speaking to Skyspray, in fear that the mech was not in the brightest of moods. Who would be, after they had experienced a dreadful fight? Knaught just gave a heave as his servos stayed at work, mending the wounds he had been given. Knaught paused in his work, to hook Skyspray up to an energy line so that he would receive some fuel. His wounds were sealed, so leaking would not be a concern.
Knaught heaved a breath, "In case you are wondering, you are in the Autobot base. Vehicon Taggon was able to get you here before any more Decepticons showed up. He never told me of what went on on the other side of the ground bridge when he came from it, but he does send his regards." Knaught made up his mind to fix the mood some, and try to make Skyspray perhaps somewhat brighter.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 10, 2015 15:19:50 GMT
Diamond would recieve a message from her sister through spark, I'm sorry..., then eternal pain followed, making her suddenly groan in agony. This is what was hapening to Halberd. Pain, sorrow, and the loss of herself. Diamond gripped the armor over her spark chamber, it hurt like the pit. Her other servo, which was newly attached, dug into the platform, making a terrible high pitched skree. If the pain kept up, she might need restrains.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 10, 2015 15:25:01 GMT
I could figure out that i'm in a base, thank you very much. But Vos is still alive and out there. Which means that i have to work harder... And Stormgear, she's alright?
He said the first part with sarcasm in his voice. He didn't get any happier to know where he was since it didn't make things better for him. Vos' name was said with a small undertone of hatred and his optics became almost entirely black for a split second. But then they returned to normal again. He nodded slightly at the mention of Taggon's name. His voice got softer as he asked about Storm but the emotional coldness was still there in the background.
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Post by Detective Ulti on Jan 10, 2015 23:16:44 GMT
A blur of yellow and black rushed past Sky and Knaught, being near the berthside for about 5 seconds as armor plates of the same colour flew off the shelf and into the blur before it disappeared out of the room again. But it left something behind, throwing something on the berth.
A rifle or sorts, coloured in green and black to be exact. It appeared to have 3 barrels and a bit more armor surrounding the magazine well. It had a tag hanging from a button that read:
For Skyspray, New off the construction line, this rifle is more than meets the eye. Those 3 barrels function in a minigun like fashion, because I know you like those. It has a second mode however, activated by pressing the button this tag is attached too, which will both pull the barrels back and send some of the thicker armor forward, locking the barrels, giving it a shotgun mode.
Basically it's a REALLY late Christmas gift.
-Dashside
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Post by Taggon on Jan 11, 2015 2:01:38 GMT
The medic finished his work on Skyspray's connection to his legs, and he gave a breath as the mech answer him sarcastically. It was typical of an Autobot after a battle to be this way, but the medic had experience with bad attitudes. He just whirled his four-barrels optic, and then he paused as the flash of yellow and black whizzed by, causing some air current briefly.
"Stormgear? She is not present, and I do not know where she is. Perhaps you could use your A19-Strike team com-link to locate her." Knaught offered, as he moved onto the arm. "Brace yourself for stinging sensations." Knaught warned, setting to work. He worked out a few of the bullets, knowing he would be causing the mech some pain. At least his legs were fully functional again. If knight was good enough, all this mech would be needing was a good clean off. Of course, mechs of his type would probably be insisting on not taking a bath.
The medic was almost done with Daimond's arm, it was simple matter of reconnecting the remaining strands of metal, and then putting it to an energy line. Then she would be up and running again. The medic looked to her with some concern as she began to struggle, and cause loud noises. The medic knew when he needed to sedate a patient, and that was precisely what he did. He injected her with a needle that would calm her down, and keep her from causing any more noise. "You're alright. You're alright." The medic said gently, trying hard not to mess up with his procedure. It was tough business, repairing someone who was struggling.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 11, 2015 2:55:30 GMT
A sedative helped a little, and her servo fell back to her side. The calm words the medic said to her gave her reassurance. No! That is not your deathbed! WE WILL FIND YOU. Diamond thought furiously, then more sorrow came over her as she looked around, seemingly 'drunk' as some call it. At least the pained noises stopped, but then she sent something soothing over the bond, I need some sleep, you can't go on like this, I try counting sheep, but there's one I always miss.... Everyone says, you're getting down to low, everyone says, you just gotta let it go.... you just gotta let it go.... "Just.... gotta let it... go." The words slipped out of her mouth as she sent the lullaby, hoping it got to Halberd.
(Horay for cheesy posts)
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 11, 2015 3:43:57 GMT
Stinging? Did this medic even know what he was talking about? It didn't sting, it hurt. Getting a circuit transplant wasn't one of the best feelings that he had ever felt. But he kept quiet, he was known to withstand a great amount of pain. Perhaps it was his sheer determination that did it. His facial expression didn't change until a rifle was thrown on his head. It went from neutrality to both joy and pain as he saw the rifle but did it at a closer range than preferred. He decided to check it after he had been fully repaired and then he'd also seek out Storm. But for now it was the best if the medic got to work.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 11, 2015 13:36:16 GMT
((Easy on yourself, Redoptics.))
The medic mending Diamond had at long last completed his task, and let her small murmurings trail on as he joined Knaught on repairing Skyspray. Both just gave a glance at one another, as they worked. Knaught replaced the circuitry in the arm, and the other medic began to work on Skyspray's neck injury. The bullets had gone clean through, so it was a matter of reconnecting wiring and replacing some, but for the most part the medic did what he did with ease as Knaught tended to Skyspray's arm wound. It was the last job they had to perform on him before he was complete.
Taggon arrived within the room, his emotionless visor giving no feed to anyone if he was looking directly at anyone, as it stared forward, allowing his optics to dart from Diamond, to Skyspray. Skypray had a gun on his head, with a bow around it, which made Taggon raise his brow some. Strange things happen around here. Taggon told himself, and gave Diamond his cents worth of attention, walking over to her berth and standing beside her helm as she was drifting off into stasis, muttering a soft and soothing line of a lullaby. Taggon felt a small bit of him feel some sympathy for the femme. She hadn't asked for this. No soldier asks for injuries, and they receive them. Diamond does need much rest for what she has done today. Taggon kept his visor staring above her, forward and not looking at her, while from below the visor he observed her carefully. Taggon knew he was not exactly what she would associate with calming, since he was what had brought her into this mess in the first place.
He was symbol of war, so he supposed that he would be that way in Diamond's optics. Taggon was by her berth, however, since he found it in his debt that he owed her for taking her on such a path that he should stand by her for a few moments. He thought about a few unsettled businesses he had with Vos, Stalaken, Tarn, Thrasher, Astrinal, and a huge lot of high command. Work. The thought of taking a break did make Taggon tempted for one, until he reminded himself that he had only been on the battle field for about seven days now, and he had to set the example. He did give himself a few samples of energon from his supply in his subspace however, injecting himself with a medium grade. More energy was all he needed to carry on. Taggon never said anything to Diamond, so that she could receive a good night's sleep.
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