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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 2:17:10 GMT
Goldie sat a fair distance away, observing from the 5th floor of a half repaired building that still had a massive whole on the side. She star there looking at the dealings of the Autobots through a scrap pair of binoculars, crunching on some nuts. A ferral cyberdog nugdes her leg, in response she drops some nuts for it to pick up.
"I tell ya I don't like it one bit." She says aloud, apparently to the dog. "All these bots, making noise, crashing their ships and shuttles on our front lawn, and then walking around like they own the place."
She looks down from the binoculars for a second and smiles at the creature. But on reaching down to pet it, it srinks back and runs off. But even without her companion she continues to rant to herself about the newcomers.
"Oh sure, you leave when things get rough but only after everything's fixed all of a sudden you care about what's been going on."
When the group of bots started getting bigger she did get a bit worried. There was no way she's sharing her turf with this self-rightoues Auto-snobs, but at the same time she had just moved all her stuff. And wouldn't you know it that mech she sometimes sees hanging around went up and said hi.
"Daw, isn't that cute. Rest in peace little buddy. Or, pieces." She laughs a little at her own joke.
The lack of a battle does make her dissappointed, but it subsided upon seeing the group heading North to what, as far as she was concerned, was nothing but a wasteland.
"Yeah, and good riddance to ya." She says chomping another servo full of nuts.
Just as she is starting to relax this big guy shows up starts sending out comms and orders like he's the Boss of the whole place. She goes back out to her lookout posistion and whaddya know she sees that all the same bots are coming back again. Even the little guy was with 'em.
"Scrap, these clowns again?"
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 25, 2017 7:16:38 GMT
"Affirmative." Was all that Wheelspin said to the orders given. He waited only insomuch to be certain that there was no other order to be given to them and then turned on his tyre and walked towards where the wounded were being brought to be taken care of. He knew that they'd need to be classed to those that needed immediate attention, those that were secondary to them and then those that could wait, as their injuries were not at an extent that was either life threatening or more than 'cosmetic' alterations. If Electra chose to tell him what to do, he'd listen, but until she did, he would focus on the first in the line of many that needed assistance and care. He cursed the fact that they were short on parts and on machines that could make them, let alone the raw materials for those. The process would have been made so much easier, had he just replacements to install. He knelt beside the wounded Autobot. He scanned him in a fashion he usually would someone he wanted to upgrade, checking the frame for abnormalities other than the blatantly obvious. There was a leakage of energon that was rather extensive. Some of the cabling had been pinched and closed already, but somewhere deeper in its interior the damage was more extensive and covered by the mangled chassis. The optics flickered on and off, while the bot lay in silence. There was rule of thumb, usually the loud ones had a lot of spirit to go on, while those much quieter were closer to death. With his narrow digits easily slipping in, he swiped through the earlier image in his processor, his optics seeming to focus on something in the distance before they brightened up and were back on the patient. He couldn't do a pinching here. It was one of the main lines that powered up the spark chamber and in turn provided the energy to the spark. Cutting down the supply of it, would endanger the stability of the latter. He reached into his subspace. He slipped the small nuzzle into the hole between his diggits and cleaned the damaged power line, before he forced it closed over the tear. The flow of energon coming from it was nearly stopped, although some of it still trickled at the edges. He placed the nozzle down, and took a small bottle, normally used to seal scratches that were too deep for a buffer to deal with. He kept his one servo on the line, while he flicked the top open on the container. With his digits twisting it about, he had some applied to them. A moment later the bottle was closed again and the soon to harden material was applied to the narrow slits around the tear. With that complete, and as it hardened the energon residue was cleared off again. He finally welded the seam shut. His work quickly moved to the next, smaller cable. The spark was slowly stabilizing, as was the bot. Where arm once had been, just cabling hang loose. "....Do we get to have any spare parts to attach or are we just keeping them alive? We need medical grade energon for the injured too. Or any really. This one's levels are near critical!" He called to anybody who'd listen. He had some and would supply it to the patient, but he had far from an abundance of it with him. His own gauged side of the face had had more of a trickle of energon now, so he ignored it for the most part. It did not leak onto patients, which was what mattered. influx Electra
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 17:44:35 GMT
Correlator seemed pretty fine scouring the wreckage with their crew. After the news came it there was nothing to fix she was busy trying to find something else to do. She watched as the medics tended to the injured shoulders went she heard Wheelspins comment about energon.
"I can go scout the wreckage for some if you would like." She said approaching him. "I'm sure you noticed, but I myself might need a some as well."This was in refernce to her shoulder, where a stream of energon was leaking from underneather her armor, where the shouldpiece met the chestplate.
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 25, 2017 18:38:23 GMT
Wheelspin looked up from his patient and nodded. He looked Scatterbeam over with a glance of his optics. They stopped on the damage that the trail of energon pointed to. It looked like a lucky shot, just where the armour would not have been covering enough of the frame, the weakest point, so to speak.
"Sit here." He motioned to the spot to his left, next to his now stabilized patient. He could not do much more for the bot he had been working on and what energon he could, he had already given him. More would need to be brought to them and if making sure that one of the volunteers could do that as quickly as possible, she would certainly go first.
Once she sat and if she did, he would move closer, scanning her as he had the bot previously. This was done mostly to see if there were any other injuries that he would need to be concerned about. All clear at first glance. "This might hurt a little." He murmured the warning before he lifted the damaged armour a little bit so that his digits could slip inside. He saw where the damage had been done. The smaller cabling could be pinched shut temporarily. It would prevent further leakage while the cabling could be replaced with better and more suitable materials later. One of the bigger lines however needed to be welded at the side. As before he took the small bottle he had in his subspace, had some of the subtance distributed to his digits. Similarly he had also cleaned the area first, before applying it to the slits through which energon had been leaking. He bent in a bit of metal as well, something that was of the same material as the cable, but he had obtained from one of the currently useless small wire.
With the energon secured within the larger cable he began to weld over the spot with his blow torch, having it at a setting where the seam would be barely visible, once done. It would hold and would not need to have it repaired later. Once that was done he moved on, almost metodically, to wipe away any residue, check the interior to see whether it was of a satisfactory condition. He checked the joint again, seeing that it had come out of alignment marginally. He pressed two digits at one spot under the joint adjusting the bent plating there. He pushed with his other servo, up and a bit forward until he heard a click. He nodded. It felt better, and the joint flowed more smoothly. His attention turned to the armour after. This was being bent into it's original shape. He applied the pressure carefully, knowing that too much and it might snap, and too little just wouldn't do anything. Heating it up a little, helped the process to be finished quicker.
He cursed not having thought of retrieving some painkiller darts from the ship before he had gone off to fight. They'd have been perfect now. "Let me see you move it." Was said after and a moment later. "How does it feel?"
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Post by Electra on Aug 26, 2017 4:37:18 GMT
"Yes sir!" Electra's visor brightened in response to the orders relayed. She harboured some self doubts about her ability to handle her task, but she couldn't disobey a command from the Prime himself. She would just have to press forward and perform to the best of her abilities. She gave a quick, unsure salute before departing. Hurrying off from what she thought was an awkward interaction, she looked for her next patient. She was unsure of how formal she had to be with Vatimus, though she supposed formalities never hurt anyone. She began repairing an injured Autotrooper, one of many wounded. While not her first choice for repairs, she tightened the joint in his shoulder and welded an energon leak to send him on his way. She couldn't refuse someone who had come to see her. Patching up the Autotrooper gave her an idea. While she preferred to follow them, right now she was being relied on to give orders, so she began to formulate a plan... She almost jumped on the spot from Correlator suddenly addressing her, yanking her out of her thoughts. Her training as a medic allowed her to steel her nerves before she accidentally ripped out the wires in another Autotrooper. "Yes, it is a shame." Electra sighed, glancing over what remained of the Regenesis. She couldn't hide that she was somewhat disappointed it couldn't be salvaged, not even by the engineers they possessed. She certainly didn't hold it against them; it was an impossibly large job. She remained quiet as she worked, listening to Correlator. Hearing his voice in the background helped her settle into a rhythm, and she appreciated his company. "That sounds like a good idea." She finally hummed in recognition, but paused when he mentioned 'inventing'. Medics were trained to hear alarm bells go off in their helms when 'inventing' was part of the equation, but she brushed it aside. "As long as no one is hurt." She chimed, sending another Autotrooper off. Still, Correlator's rambling had given her an idea of what he could so, and she was ready to dish out commands. She hoped her plan was viable. "Correlator, thank you for the supplies." She couldn't help but smile, seeing that she wouldn't have to perform repairs with scrap. "We need something resembling a medbay and you mentioned shuttles. Could you possibly get some in working order for us?" Some equipment would require a power supply, not to mention having a good light source would help with repairs. Fearing she had little time to anticipate his response before the real work rolled in, she made her way over to Wheelspin, who had just finished up repairing Scatterbeam's arm. "In regards to supplies, Correlator's bots just brought some in for us." She informed him, checking her patient records for Wheelspin's data. He wasn't technically a medic, but that was fine. "Wheelspin, I'd like for you to handle lighter injuries, enough to impede bots from working. We need more hands on the ground retrieving wounded and scouring for supplies. Work fast, and don't take anything you can't handle." She nodded, her tone beginning to adopt a new firmness to it. She finally turned to Influx, who had been waiting patiently for his orders. "Thank you for volunteering. As a neutral, I understand our faction matters don't pertain to you, so I appreciate the help." She said sincerely before getting to business. "I've heard that you're a trained medic, so you and I shall take the more heavily injured. Use supplies scarcely as we are limited. Any questions?" She asked as she glanced around the group, simultaneously keeping an optic on the other injured that were starting to flood in. (( The Inventor, WheelSpin, influx ))
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Post by Methuselah on Aug 26, 2017 15:40:08 GMT
Methuselah didn't understand a word Vatimus said, so he decided to just remain near the mech. The battle mask that had covered the ancient mech's face finally shifted away, Methuselah's long beard once again falling to brush lightly against his knees. Methuselah knew hundreds of languages, but he did not know any that he thought they might understand. Once Vatimus left, the old mech, tired, elected to remain where he was. He now moved to The group of people engaged in discourse. Clearing his throat to draw their attention, his servos began to make various shapes and symbols at breakneck speed, then paused for a short while, then began to do another set of symbols and gestures with a different speed and trend. This process repeated similarly several times, each set with a very distinct trend of motions. He was saying a sentence over and over, in various dialects of sign language. He was saying "Do you understand me?"
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Post by influx on Aug 26, 2017 19:19:14 GMT
Influx listened patiently to the big guy, the new prime or something. He had heard... stuff. He was pleasantly surprised that the rest of the medical team was more or less his size. He even stared down at their CMO because, for once, influx was taller than somebody. And that felt genuinely well and surprising. The other guy, wheelspin, he was his size. Electra, cool name, seemed to be nice, polite and she surely knew what she was doing, so after shaking his head softly to let her know he didn't have any questions. The neutral took a glance at that Wheelspin guy while he fixed Scatter's shoulder, giving her a reassuring smile and a thumbs up before turning to work on a mech that had one arm hanging and a worrying stream of energon flowing from a crack on his middle section armour, where the most delicate parts were."Electra, I'm going to need your assistance here..." It was visibly severe, and as long as he had medical knowledge, he wasn't going to push his limits by getting involved on the delicate energon processing systems. Instead, he turned his attention to the broken joint and cables from the shoulder. The arm itself was beyond salvation. He sighed softly, severing the few wires and cables that attacked the arm to the mech, spraying cauterizer and doing some digging with a scalpel to extract the whole damaged joint so that he could clean the wound and allow for a newer member to be attacked in the hopefully near future.Once the rest of the joint was successfully extracted, what didn't take Influx very long in the slightest, he cleaned the zone with a sterile liquid and applied, once again, cauterizer in spray. now the wires and nervous circuits would rewire themselves, since it wasn't bleeding anymore, it was an extraction well done. He turned around to find a mech, old, very old apparently, attempting to communicate with them. He was making some signs Influx did not understand until... he did. Rebooting his optics to check if it had been a trick of the light of some sort, he was staring at the mech's hands as he found himself understanding a very simple phrase that he seemed to be repeating over and over, in... two dialects that Influx could understand, and others that he did not. What he got from the constant signaling was -me?, Do you understand me?-To this, the neutral responded with a small wave of his energon dripping servo, before he attempted to answer him. He was pretty good at understanding the language signs but not so good at signalling back, what resulted in pretty much in Influx answering with -Yes, I do. Designation, mine: Influx. Busy now, sorry, speak late later-. After waiting for a few seconds to see if the mech reacted in any way, perhaps he didn't understand him well, after Influx wasn't super good at speaking these old sign languages, and even if the other responded in any way, Influx would turn around to see if Electra needed any assistance or to move on to treat the next injury.
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Post by The Inventor on Aug 26, 2017 19:53:12 GMT
Although he missed the medic's warning about his inventions potentially being dangerous, this time the compliment to his activities wasn't. Waving a hand dismissively, he shook his head in clear disagreement. "That's nice of you and all, but thank the Autotroopers. They're the ones doing the heavy lifting here," he said. Her instructions were understood easily enough, and on top of that, they were reasonable. It took a brief glance at the closest shuttle- the one Vatimus and the strange, now signing, older mech, Methuselah, had come from- to tell that they could put something workable together from it. "I'll see what I can do," he assured Electra, already removing himself from the conversation. A wave of his hand summoned several of the other members to the engineering corps, and after relaying Electra's request to them the small group busied themselves with examining Vatimus' shuttle. It seemed relatively undamaged to them. Aside from a missing door, the only issue was that the lights and other technical systems weren't operational. That was fixed easily enough, and did the medics really need a door to do their work? While Correlator and the Autotroopers entered the shuttle to begin working on it, the Autotroopers with more severely injured patients began to trickle in and gather nearby the bots who were clearly medics, each continuing to tend to their patient while waiting waiting for the medics to reach them and assist. Electra influx
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Post by RedOptics on Aug 27, 2017 17:18:08 GMT
Dia ignored the Prime for the first part, tending to her sparkling first before accepting the order. She sat down and tinkered with his arm, hoping that what little expertise she had in repairing would help ease the pain a little.
"Temporary, until one of the medics has time for you..." She sighed, giving his little helm a gentle kiss. Clutching him close to her chest, she stood again, glancing around before rocking him. Set up a perimeter, shouldn't be hard with the state this godforsaken planet, if anything, it would be relaxing.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Aug 27, 2017 18:38:58 GMT
It was at this moment that the sparkling woke up, reactivating his systems and moving with intention again. His optics activated again and he moved his little helm to look up at Diamond. He smiled up at her and began to wiggle a little. He was high up again, he could see so far now! Looking around, there were loads of new bots, how exciting! He pointed at them and looked from them to Diamond and back to them and then to Dia again. Look Mommy! Look!The pain in his arm was almost forgotten now that he had discovered these new beings. That was just how he was, the childlike wonder he had all around him. (( RedOptics))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2017 23:34:06 GMT
Scatterbeam did asWheelspin said and sat beside him to let him work. Her mind wondered for a bit a she contemplated how she was going to find extra energon. That was her warned her before a jolt of pain shot from her shoulder. At that time all her mental power was concentrated on making sure she didn't mark his job more difficult by flinching or jerking out of reactions. However after that initial moment, she began to relax, fading a bit into her own mind. There was some feeling she was getting, an image of a thought, trying to visualize it was difficult. Maybe it was from that dream she had...Then something popped. Something physically inside her that shouldn't have moved in the first place just clicked back to where it was supposed to. A very odd sensation that snapped her back to reality. Wheelspins appeared to be done."It feels..." she held back answering until she had moved it around a bit, then replied with a greatful smile "It feels fine."
"Well, thank you very much. I know you all are very busy and you must be needing that energon I promised to find you. So I'll be off then."She would stay longer if Wheelspin or anyone else had anything to say to her additionally, otherwise she would transform, drive off, and implement her plan for finding energon.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2017 4:42:44 GMT
Goldie was never the sharpest drill bit in the box, but by the time the Autobots started laying down their wounded she managed to put two and two together.
"Hey wait a minute," she said aloud. Goldie turned to face behind her and saw the cyberdog chewing some scrap in the corner. "Muncher, I don't think these guys are leavin' any time soon."
The cyberdog just seemed to ignore her. That is until she jangled some loose screws together in her hand. At first he approached slowly, with somewhat of a cautious snarl. But eventually he did dart forward, and seeing no hostile reaction, lapped the screws up from her hand. She stroked his back tenderly.
"Well there gose the neighborhood." She looks down at "Muncher" to address him directly, "Whaddya think? Should we introduce ourselves?"
The cyberdog gave a growl before retreating, which she took as a clear no. In reality he was upset that she had continued to pet him dispite being out of screws.
"Well me neither. They think this is their city, heh. Then they should be able to find us just fine on their own."
Goldie got up and walked over to a makeshift chest and opened it. From inside she produced a small canister of energon.
"And besides, the little guys with 'em" she said while opening the canister, before gulping down some of its contents. "He probably already said something about us bein' here and they don't even give a loose wheel-nut."
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 28, 2017 7:51:42 GMT
The order did not surprise him, not from a medic at least. He didn't say anything, just nod, glancing down at the patient that would live then back at his second, focusing on her rather. He watched the roll of her shoulder, listened to the joint to hear whether there was any further abnormalities and when he could not hear any, and Scatterbeam's words confirmed it, he smiled, looking pleased. "I'd give you a treat for being a good patient but..you know. scarce with those things." He said with a much lighter tone than would be appropriate for the situation they were in. "Good luck and watch your back in case there were any stray vehicons that tagged along with our ship." He glanced at the Autotroopers that were already fixed and some that were not under the command of the engineers. "Take some back up with you. They can help you carry too." He added. Perhaps one of the bigger Autobots could help her as well, when and if she discovered more energon. He trusted Scatterbeam to make the right call and the needed steps towards ensuring the best possible way in resupplying them with the energon needed. He turned back to the number of autotroopers coming their way and spotted Diamond. She held what looked to be a much smaller bot, her sparkling, with an arm that looked to be at an odd, unpleasant angle. "Take this one inside. He's stable, but have the head medic check him when the most damaged are taken care of." He ordered to one of the nearby Autotroopers, that were assigned to move the patients, or watch them until a medic could come to them. He began his way towards Diamond and what looked like her own little patient. He was checking some of the patients on the way, to see whether any needed an immediate call for the 'extreme trauma' medic or whether they the fixes would be much quicker to bring them back to full operational status. Marking one as such he sent the location of it as well as reason for urgency to Electra hoping she would come to see him next. He'd stopped the bleeding at the nearly severed arm, and asked the Autotrooper tending over him to keep an optic on the amount of energon being lost as well as where most of it was coming from, so that he could inform the medic, when she came over. He stopped by one of the 'lighter damage' Autrooper patients. Adjusted the armour, straightened it out, moved it out of the way of the joint so that that could move more easily, covered the exposed and burnt parts at the helm after cleaning the secondary panelling present to make sure that nothing could fester underneath. it was not life threatening by far, but if rust would had set in, it could have gotten worse. With the Autotrooper back in working condition, he moved past to the next one, who also did not need too much work. Some straightening of the armour, reattaching of the cabling, a fix to one of the split wires, a removal of one of the sharp debris pieces that had been stuck, albeit shallowly, right at the hip joint. He had to force some plating into alignment again, which required just some physical force. When the plating did not want to budge he acquired the assistance of the Autotrooper next to him. With a snap and a lock, the seam and joint needed some additional liquid to make the movement smooth and then the patient could rejoin his forces in helping others. At all times he had of course made sure that no grit remained underneath the afflicted area by cleaning it up. He had done scans on all of the ones he stopped by, to avoid any internal injuries from going unnoticed. It was taking more time than a tweak and snap, but it did bring one of them onto the list of more severely damaged, and marked as such after he had the scan performed. It moved the patient up on the list of needed to be repaired and the data was yet again sent to the head medic along with the blueprint. He finally reached Diamond and looked down at the sparkling, who was staring amazed at the number of new bots. "Do you need assistance?" He asked and then knelt down beside them, ready to be dismissed but asking anyway. He had cleaned his servos after each time he worked on a patient so that even now, they looked as clean as if they had not touched a single one of them. The rest of his chassis was a bit stained with energon, but that would not be coming in contact with the damaged bots, his digits would. RedOptics Skyspray (Aquahaze) Electra @rollerjade
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Post by Electra on Aug 29, 2017 12:34:28 GMT
"Oh, sorry. Thank you too." Electra smiled at the Autotroopers under Correlator's command, giving them a small wave before dashing off. She had already began fixing troops not a minute after giving her orders. "This might hurt a bit." She murmured to her current patient, currently removing some shrapnel lodged into their thigh. "I'll be there in just a moment!" She responded to Influx, making haste after hearing there was a patient that urgently needed her. She wiped her hands off with one of the rags she had in her subspace, and she tossed one to Influx after seeing the state of his servos. "Try to keep as clean as possible." She reminded him gently, swivelling around to face the patient with a rather nasty abdominal wound. As she turned, she saw Methuselah, and what appeared to be... sign language? Flustered with the speed he signed at, not to mention her current patient, she could barely make out what he said. She saw Influx's response however and answered accordingly, using context to guess what he had said. 'Designation Electra, hello.' Was all she could manage. She hadn't studied sign language extensively and was far from fluent, but she had read over it so she could connect with as many types of patients as possible. Now that that was out of the way, she scanned the bot in front of her for his injuries, wincing slightly. Not only was he now missing his arm, but he was bleeding heavily, which was visible to the naked optic. Internally, she suspected he had severed energon lines with the rate of energon loss. Her scan only confirmed this, so she got to work. Judging by his injuries, she gathered that he was injured by a blade type weapon that had stabbed through to his back. She irrigated the wound with cleansing solution to begin with. Her patient did not seem to be particularly responsive, and manually shutting off pain receptors was a bit of a hassle, so she administered a local anaesthetic, injected into his abdomen. She then whipped out a sterile scalpel and began cutting the armour around the wound so she had better access to his inner workings. She was only glad that it was s rather clean cut, or she could be fishing out foreign objects for a while. She quickly located the source of the bleeding and pinched the more damaged wires shut. She would have to redirect energon flow to bypass the severed wires. With some spare wiring, she rerouted the energon, her hands moving steady and fast. She then welded the wound shut and wrapped it with bandages delicately, ordering an Autotrooper to move the patient away after checking his arm. Influx has indeed performed well in the removal, but she couldn't help but sigh. "If only we had a way to reattach limbs easily." She lamented. She took a moment to breathe, but she would soon have to check on the wounded that had been whisked away, including Wheelspin's patient. (( influx, WheelSpin, The Inventor, Methuselah ))
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Post by Methuselah on Aug 30, 2017 16:36:28 GMT
The mild butchering of the language bothered Methuselah, but he was more than capable of biting his tounge. He nodded in response to Influx and now turned to Electra, who did far better in their signing but still below average. It was to be expected. His version was rather archaic, and Methuselah knew it. Methuselah's name was one that frequently changed pronunciations based on language, but it should be good enough in his own. He spoke once more, again the language seemed brutish and once more stressed hard consonants, even making certain soft consontants stressed. To phoenetically write how he spoke his name, it would be "Meht-hey-oo-se-lah, with every H sound stressed to the point where it would provide a strange feeling in the throat.
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Post by Havoc on Aug 30, 2017 23:24:24 GMT
Havoc arrived in Iacon without whirl. "Alright Bossbot ordered for us to build some fortification until we can get everything together." He said starting to work. Defenses were being set up around the Rendezvous.
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Post by RedOptics on Aug 31, 2017 3:31:51 GMT
Her mental planning came to a halt when she heard Wheelspin speak. Turning to face him she held a mutual respect in her optics, she trusted this mech. "Yes, thank you Wheelspin." She then shifted to let him inspect the little one with easy, making sure to keep Aquahaze calm by nuzzling him from time to time.
He was right, there were in fact many more bots than she knew of. Diamond would have to get accustomed to everyone else after shefinished her job. Diamond suddenly became a bit impatient, eager to get back into the sky. She wanted to make sure that Sky's death wouldn't make her too emotional, and the only way to do that was to distract herself by doing work.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Aug 31, 2017 18:48:37 GMT
The sparkling curiously looked at the approaching mech but quickly turned away once it got closer. While he didn't mind other people, it had to be on his own conditions. Otherwise he was quite shy, and did not like that they were too close to him, where he couldn't hide. As long as his mother was present, it was fine though, as she could keep him safe. He groaned softly as he clung to her as well as he could, while in the position that he was. He was rather calm, but uncomfortable being this exposed without it being his own initiative. His arm was still weird, and he waved it to Diamond once more, annoyed that she didn't make it not weird. Fix!(( WheelSpin RedOptics ))
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 31, 2017 19:12:29 GMT
With the permission of his carrier Wheelspin turned slowly to Aquahaze. Sparklings were not something he had much dealt with, as they were too little to be upgraded by their own choice, and there were few other bots who'd have wanted to have them upgraded, wasting shanix, at the early age, and a third reason was simply, that there were so few of them in existence. Cybertronians had been fighting a war for a long while and in this time few built life. So he tried like he would be approaching an untamed beastformer, with no sudden movements and with a tone that was both quieter and friendly. "May I look at that arm of yours? See, I can fix it. Make it not... bend like now. Alright?" He murmured holding his servo out for Aquahaze to inspect if he so wished and to show him he meant no harm to him. "Make it like the other one." He indicated his other arm that was undamaged. He slowly moved his servo closer towards the injured limb, watching the sparkling for a reaction. He was almost hoping that his rather colourful exterior might distract the little one so that he would not feel as threatened by him as he might have by a normal stranger. He also kept his face turned so that his ugly gash close to one of his optics would not be facing the sparkling. It was silly, really, there were so many damaged, destroyed and dying close to them that the sparkling could probably have seen and he was worrying about scaring him by how he looked. "I'll just check it, so that I know how I can make it better." He murmured, deciding to walk Aquahaze through the procedure so that he might not feel scared of the unknown. :: I will have to use my nullray, but I assure you that all it will do is numb his arm. There is no damage and I have it at the lowest setting that is still effective. I'll need your help though, so that he does not get scared by it.:: He sent to Diamond, while he watched the small bot. :: Could you make him look at you for a few moments? Talk to him?:: "So, ready to be all new and strong?" He really had no idea what to do with Sparklings OR how to talk to them. He hoped it would work and he would be able to proceed to fixing the limb without causing any pain or distress. RedOptics Skyspray (Aquahaze)
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Post by Whirl on Sept 1, 2017 10:08:01 GMT
Whirl got up off the top of Vatimus and limped over to WheelSpin, "You suck at talkin' to kids," he told the mech, "Don't treat 'em like all condescending, like dey're babies! Dat high, cute voice is just... eurgh!"
It was tempting to ask what children Whirl might have used his advice on. "Ey, kid," he looked down at Aquahaze, taking his attention away from the null-ray, "You ever felt so miserable and lonely and hard-done dat you could puke? Hey, look! I got somethin' for ya! It'd go down a treat before..." He pulls out a toy for Aquahaze to see. It's a Transformer, which he quickly and easily turns into a garbage truck. "See, when da Functionists was kickin' around, dese guys would only haul garbage. But I met Junkions what is da best medics ya ever met."
WheelSpin Skyspray (Aquahaze) (Aquahaze)
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