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Post by The Inventor on Sept 6, 2017 11:38:45 GMT
"Well, that didn't work," he finally said, somewhat rather unceremoniously. Electra was soon fussing over him- as, in his experience, medics tended to do- and despite the obvious pain and discomfort of unexpectedly being short a limb, he was determined to maintain appearances. "Oh, I'm fine," he lied, stumbling back onto a crate similar to the one Electra had seated herself on. It wasn't much, but at least his sudden lack of balance had given the medic a better vantage point to work from now that he was more at her level. "Don't even worry about it. This happens all the time," he continued, "though I guess that should warn me away from the wiles of live testing new devices, huh?" He sat rummaging through his belongings for a moment before- there it was. The next invention he whipped out looked like a clunky gun with a light-bulb in place of a nozzle, and he brandished it just as proudly as he had the previous one. " Speaking of new devices, this would be the perfect time to try this other new invention-" before he even finished speaking he'd pointed the gadget at his shoulder and pulled the "trigger," and a flash of light momentarily left him dazed. "Oh right, I forgot to mention- if bits of my armor start to glow blue and disappear, you might want to take a few steps back." Electra influx
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Sept 7, 2017 2:19:48 GMT
Vatimus withdrew his weapons caught the energon, then looked down to examine it. It certainly was the good stuff, though the deal just wasn't a good one for him and his people. He had to look out for them, but hurrying on out definitely wasn't the way to help anyone. With that conclusion in mind, he walked up to the neutral and held the energon out for her to reclaim. "This isn't our's and we can't leave as of yet. The only deal I can make with you there is that we will get in your way as little as possible."He looked to Whirl and shook his head. "I'd rather not be remembered for the first thing I did upon returning to Cybertron was steal from a neutral. Maybe later if the neutral shoots first or something." He then looked back to the netural in hopes that she would understand that they were at least a people of honor... Mostly. Though why was the injured kid hanging around in the background? Kinda odd, but oh well. ( @goldieroulette Whirl )
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2017 5:02:59 GMT
Scrap! She thought as the cyclops tore the case from her hand. But at the same time, she wasn't suprised. Of course, these Autobot think they own everything, she thought, stupid, stupid! I knew this was a bad idea. Why'd I have to go and complicate things with dip-plo-manky or whatever. I could've taking these guys.
She was inches away from loading a round strait into the boss man from her concealed revolver ring and taking the case back by force. However he did something unexpected. He family apporeched her and offered it back. Get in my way? The harder she thought about it, the more she came to realize that, ever since her return to the planet, she'd been doing nothing but sit on her aft and stuff her face.
Besides this she found it amusing how the Autobot leader treated the other's insurrection. If she'd pulled something like that back in the old days, she'd of been snuffed before she knew what happened. But hey, these Autobots have an amusingly adorbale sense of honor. He also referred to her as neural, which thankfully means he didn't recognize the insigna. This made her crack a smile.
"Hey, that's fair big guy, but supposen you do wanna keep the stuff, I'm sure another deal could be arranged. Some good old fashion Shanix might be nice, or..." She let her eyes shop around for a while. One bot nearby held a shiny object. Goldie liked shiny. And it looked like a weapon. That is until he pointed it at himself and was consumed in a flash of light. Yeah, not her style. Then she saw it, one of the crashed shuttles.It looked to be at least somewhat active.
"Or how about fixing up one of them fancy shuttles of yours and I'll take it off your hands as payment." She had a plan, which she normally doaen't. But for now she had to come up with a different reason as to why she wanted the ship. Something that would pull on their spark-strings like the saps they are. "To be honest, I like to be were the action is at, and this world's not fixed up enough to be ready for that. I wanna go into that sky and see what I can make of myself."
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Post by Whirl on Sept 7, 2017 10:47:13 GMT
Whirl looked at Vatimus Prime. He didn't have a face to smile with. But he gave the leader a small nod, as if Vatimus had passed some kind of secret test. Earning Whirl's respect was not usually something to boast about, but the fact that the crazed rotary had standards - even standards that he kept to himself - was interesting.
He turned to Goldie again, tilting his head, "Dat's a good point lady," he told her, nodding again sagely, "Da only reason I'm here is cuz da prison transport dropped me off. I need ta get back ta Eukaris."
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Post by RedOptics on Sept 7, 2017 19:59:50 GMT
Diamond thanks Wheelspin once had had finished, looking him over one final time before smiling down at the little one, watching him play with his new toy. She'd be sure to thank Whirl later. Now was the matter of setting up a perimeter. Shouldn't be too hard yes? She walked up to Vatimus, hoisting Aquahaze up, "Vatimus, sir, apologies for not having gone earlier, but I'm departing now with Aqua, I will inform you upon return and confirmation that there are no filthy cons waiting to attack." Dia then gave him a slight bow before walking off, transforming and flying into the dark, star-scattered sky.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Sept 8, 2017 12:19:17 GMT
The sparkling grabbed the toy as he was given permission, moving it with his free servo on Dia's leg, which he sat on. He was very focused on that object as of now, and not too much on his other arm. He did notice that he couldn't feel it though, and that made him look over to see why he couldn't. He saw the other mech doing things to his arm, but it didn't hurt. If it didn't hurt, then it wasn't bad. What he did was strange though, and he was about to look closer at it when he remembered that he had a toy. That realization made him turn his attention back to that again, rolling it once more on Dia's leg and making vroom vroom sounds. The blue one-optic mech said more things, but Aqua didn't understand most of that. What was a "Functionist", and a "job"? Confusing words, in his opinion. He kept playing with the truck until it was taken from him, making him whine a little and try to grab it again. The second mech now approached him, and gave him a small glowy thing. He recognized that, that was energon! But.. he was only allowed to take that kind every lunar cycle when mommy said so.. Was he allowed to take it now then? Mommy hadn't said anything about it this time. He figured it was best to take it quickly before she could protest, so he tok the small cube from Wheelspin and put it in his intake, keeping it there and chewing it the best he could. Aqua was then picked up more by his mother, but she didn't seem to mind him eating it, meaning it was okay. He held on to her neck with his arm, while looking around on the rest around him. They weren't very interesting, and they did nothing fun either. Boring. He still couldn't move his arm, which bothered him but he couldn't do anything about it. He nudged Diamond a little, so that he could get it more comfortable. She said something, but not to him, and then she began to change. At first it had been scary seeing her do that, but he was used to it now, and it didn't bother him as much anymore. He waved a little to those his mother had talked to before he was inside the cockpit of her jet mode. He turned his helm from side to side to try and help her spot things. I help too, Mommy!(( RedOptics WheelSpin Whirl ))
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Post by Methuselah on Sept 8, 2017 14:47:10 GMT
Methuselah chuckled at the mild mispronunciation. His laugh was hoarse, as if he'd had a bad cough for the past month or so. He hadn't, he was simply old. He began to sit down, and sighed deeply. His deceased translator had gifted him a device on which he could draw, and then connect himself to it to project a hologram. Newer cybertroniand could do this without a device, but Methuselah was old, and at his time of construction such tech was uncommon. Methuselah began to transcribe various symbols onto the device as a way to pass the time and document his thoughts. He acknowledged no-one else.
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Post by influx on Sept 8, 2017 15:58:48 GMT
Influx stood by the scientist and the other medic in silence, and agreed to assist her when he was asked to, holding Correlator's arm for her to weld. However, his attention was somewhere else. He was looking towards the other mech, or well, femmech, who seemed to also be a neutral. He wanted to talk to her, they could team up!, after he finished helping out the autobots... ElectraThe Inventor@goldie
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Post by WheelSpin on Sept 8, 2017 16:03:38 GMT
The little patient was commendable. He had not whined nor squirmed, and even when he looked at what he was doing, it was only to see. Wheelspin had expected him to throw a fuss and was thus positively surprised at how well behaved he had been. All in all it did not take long after that Diamond was on her way to fulfil what Vating had ordered her. Aquahaze would go with her which was unsurprising and in a way helpful to those who had still their jobs to do. He had looked up expecting Whirl to be there, since the bot had asked for his leg to be fixed, but whirl had gone on, wandering off to where Vating was as well as a new arrival. Another Neutral that had brought something with her. It wasn't anything that would have concerned WheelSpin though. The boss was dealing with the potential threat in an adequate way, with some of the Autotroopers and obviously himself, at the ready to retaliate if the new arrival proved to be dangerous. He looked at the wounded expecting to see the head medic and the other neutral hard at work. But neither was anywhere to be seen. At least not where the injured were stationed and being brought to. He blinked. Had his suspicions been realised and the neutral decided to offline their medic or take her hostage? He was about to call to Vating to sound the alarm when he saw them. Both of them, near the crates. The crates he might have seen the medic seated on not too long ago and just had not registered because he thought it must've been one of the Autotroopers instead. They were both chatting up the same inventor that had blown his arm off. The missing limb, so cleanly removed ought to have been considered a minor injury in comparison to the destabilised sparks and bodies missing half their limbs but it seemed to be taking their full attention. It looked as though Electra ushered Influx to assist her in the reattachment of a limb. It was not a life threatening condition. Hardly one that would hinder him for long and considering that it probably had been his own fault it had been blown of in the first place, he should have been put on hold so that the patients with priority would have been tended to first. Had either of them ever heard of triage? He stared for a few moments then snapped out of it, knowing that time was of the essence and staring was wasting it. With quick hasty steps he near ran to the patient he had marked as emergency case and which should have been checked. He had a bad feeling that the urgency had been ignored. He knelt by his side, and needed no asking to know that he was right. The optics had a very dull glow, the light almost gone. When he scanned the spark chamber, there was barely a flicker where the spark had only been unstable earlier. He was not checked, fixed and better. No he was worse. The curses that came from Wheelspin's voicebox probably weren't the sort that needed repeating. He cursed himself for not having tried something earlier. "...I'm sorry." He murrmured to the bot who probably could no longer hear him. He had slipped into statis lock a short while ago. He focused now on trying to stabilize the spark, to give it that jump in the voltage that might rekindle it. He had charged his frame, not to change colour, as it was usually intended, nor to make others let go, but to try and stop the one from fading. One charge sparked as it was sent down his arm and through his digits into the body. Nothing. The glow within the spark chamber was fading fast. He tried again. For a few moments the spark grew stronger then it grew faint. He cursed and tried a third time. It lasted longer yes, the light that was unstable but somewhat stronger, but it had clearly been too late. Eight times more he had tried. Six times too many because the bot was too far gone. He finally moved back. The spark's life may have been prolonged, but only for this short a time. It flickered a few times more and then it faded out completely. WheelSpin's optics were locked on the cybertronian, now cold and offline. He tore himself away from him, telling himself that there were others that had priority now and that he had to mark the most important from those that could wait for their repairs to be done. ::Electra!... Two patients. One with severe trauma to his chassis area and part of the spark chamber. Crashing fast. Second, helm injury, optics can be saved, part of the processor damaged, possibly permanent, tears at the neck cables have been secured, one main cable needed sealing, the other is untouched.. minor ones need replacing. Next Patient ... Lower body missing, lower part of chassis crushed. Needs stabilizing. Fourth patient, loosing energon fast, ...no, wait. Gone. Spark snuffed out. Fifth patient ...nevermind that, chances of survival probable at 10 percent or less. There's several with crushed limbs. They can wait. Several with torn arms, fully or partially.. I'll have them marked. Several with minor injures. They've been moved to the right side. Don't bother with them till the bad cases are dealt with. Marked as follows: Red.. immediate attention, Orange, secondary, yellow.. don't bother yet, green, anybody can deal with them later. :: He was kneeling by one of the bots that had lost far too much energon and was still leaking badly under his chassis. He'd fixed the first leak and wondered why the pressure kept falling only to find a second leak thanks to a second scan. He had opened the chassis up to close it. When he pried the cut piece out of the way, he received a spurt of energon from the torn main cable right into his face. He wiped at his optics, feeling some of it ooze into the tear on his faceplates and did his best to ignore that. The pump forcing the energon through the body was now also making it spurt out at intervals. The Frequency was becoming slower though. He curled his servo around the cable, momentarily closing the tear that way. His other servo was replaced by a scalpel which cut a small slice of the patient's own chassis. It was emergency work, that could be made proper later, once the bot was stabilized and the energon would not be spilling all over far too quickly. He pressed the bit of chassis over the tear forcing it to bend around teh cable almost like a bandage would. His scalpel was replaced by his torch. Set to the right potency of the flame he began to weld the piece over the cable. It would hold and keep the leakage to a minimum. The bot still needed to have further repairs done, but at least it was buying him time. ::When you are done with those, this one needs to be finished. :: He sent to Electra again. He was improvising a big deal with some of this, using what he had close to hand that was still acceptable. :: And Watch that Neutral. We don't want to have him 'help' some of our patients to their offlining :: He reached into his subspace for the piece of cloth that would wipe and sanitize his digits and palm. He was covered in energon thanks to the latest patient but his servos were clean, and arms up to the elbows as well. His windows on his car doors had been pulled in, so that they took as little space as possible. He looked up to see whether the medics were making a move or whether they remained with the inventor. Electra
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2017 16:07:43 GMT
Scatterbeam set her hand on Blue Flare's shoulder gentily. Her voice took on a warm and comforting tone, "A lot has changed since you left. We just got back to Cybertron, it's been decades. You have a lot to catch up on."Then the sky above them roared with the sound of a jet passing overhead. She looked up nervously, but it was just Diamond. This reminded her, however, that she would get back to base with all these new-found supplies."Come with us back to base camp, I'll catch you up on the way."She said this picking up some of the cubes and distributing the load between what she assumed each of the four: Blue Flare, the two Autotroopers, and herself, could carry."We'll help you carry these."If there was no objection from Blue Flare, Scatterbeam and her troops would transform and escort her back to base camp in vechical mode.Blue Flare
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Post by Blue Flare on Sept 8, 2017 19:29:48 GMT
Blue Flare nodded, Transforming I into her Predacon mode. She seized the cubes that she had been handed in her talons before going Airborn. She trailed Scatterbeam and her Troopers from the air, soaring a couple of meters from the ground. At last, she reverted to her robot mode, falling from the air and slamming I to the ground in kneeling position. Blue Flare set down the cubes before rising, her wings straightening out. She stared around, looking at the outskirts of the base. "This is really cool." She stated in a mildly impressed voice. @rollerjade
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2017 1:11:40 GMT
Scatterbeam honestly didn't see why she was so impressed. Maybe it was just seeing her fellow Autobots again. She and the Autotroopers transformed. Taking notice of her surroundings, the frost thing she noticed was Wheelspin working on the injured. Then she saw two other bots, Electra and Corrilator, she thought their names were."Get the energon to the lead medic." She said to the Autotroopers. They nodded, and they delivered a total of 8 cubes to Electra and The Inventor"Him over there is the our new Prime, Vatimus." She pointed out the 40 foot bot that towered above the others. "He looks a bit busy dealing with another neutral. Most of them are friendly I'm sure, so I wouldn't be too worried." She gives a reassuring smile, "Well make yourself comfortable, I'm going to see if anyone need assistance."She walks over to Wheelspin, who was preoccupied with his patient.
"I've returned. As of now we should have 8 bottles and ten cubes in total, 8 cubes of which should now be with the head medic. Also, I've seemed to stumble across another ally. Thankfully they do not appear to need medical attention." She is able to recognize his anxiousness, probably due to the overwhelming number of bots in critical condition. "Though I have no formal training as a medic, if it is necessary I will gladly volunteer as an extra set of servos around here."Blue Flare WheelSpin
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Post by Blue Flare on Sept 9, 2017 18:01:11 GMT
Blue Flare’s gazed followed Scatterbeam as the Autobot walked away. She emitted a small, tense sigh as she begun to wander furthure into the base, remaining in her humanoid mode for fear of shocking in of the Autobots. Her gaze fixed on Vatimus Prime. By the All Spark...A new Prime!?Does that mean the other Prime is…. Dead? How? Me and my Battle unit were obviously behind times… She tensed up, her talons curling into fists as she looked down, and her narrow optics closed for a brief moment. You aren’t the only bot who's suffered losses. The old Prime’s friends and and family are probably devastated. I’m sure everyone here has lost at least one comrade, and some are on the verge of losing more. The last thing the Autobots need now is another wounded soldier to care for, or more mourning. Blue flare raised her head, gazing around for a brief moment. She did, indeed, like being among her fellow Autobots again. She figured she might as well go speak to the Prime...See how she could help out. Flare begun to wander close to him and the neutral, gazing around at the surrounding landscape, and shooting them occasional glances.
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Post by Electra on Sept 9, 2017 19:51:45 GMT
"Correlator, no-" Electra began, almost exasperated by Correlator's disregard for his own safety. "What was that device even supposed to do?" She sighed, inspecting his shoulder again to assure herself that he remained unharmed. Luckily, the device seemed just as dysfunctional as the previous one.
Correlator's arm had been reattached with relative ease, and little time had been spent doing so. Still, it seemed the medic work was piling up, and Electra found herself under a barrage of orders from her temporary subordinate. She fumbled with her digits as she made the final adjustments to Correlator's arm, flustered and overwhelmed by the list Wheelspin rattled off. They both seemed to be forgetting that she had been placed in charge of the medics. Instead of protesting, she went along with it.
"I have to go." She addressed both Correlator and Influx, dashing off as fast as her short pedes could take her. However, before she did, she received a comm. from Wheelspin and froze. She glanced back at Influx, frowning. Wheelspin may not have trusted the neutral, but she had found no reason not to. "...I trust you to stop Correlator from exploding himself. Perform a diagnostic on his arm." She said with a wry smile, contrary to what Wheelspin had suggested. She then rushed off to the injured and began working, fixing them as they came.
When the energon from Scatter had arrived, she accepted it gratefully and directed the Autotroopers to place it with the rest of the medical supplies.
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Post by WheelSpin on Sept 9, 2017 23:51:33 GMT
Looking up from his next patient his optics paused on Scatterbeam as she spoke. It was the first good news in a long while. Efficiency at its best, he could almost say. Not only was she back and successful with what she was asked to do - 10 cubes and 8 bottles, a considerable start - , but she even brought another Autobot with her and this one was unharmed.
He could have hugged her if he was not concerned about his paintjob and was in fact covered with spilled energon. "Perfect!" He said and grinned. The expression may have been a lot more excited than it would have been normally, but the stress was there, much as he was trying to ignore it for the benefit of their patients.
He looked in the direction of the predacon and nodded. He did look uninjured from that distance and anyway, even if he had a few scratches hidden somewhere, those would not have been a priority. She offered help then, and he nodded sharply motioning for her to follow him.
"Yes, your help is very welcome." He had seen the neutral stay with the inventor, while Electra finally moved to work on the patients that needed emergency repairs. He was pleased to see this because of two things at the least. The neutral could hardly help someone offline when all they had to deal with was a minor injury on the shoulder joint. It would have been far too suspicious if the bot suddenly kicked it so the neutral was less likely to attempt it too. To top it off, they could not do it either because the inventor was fully aware and online. It was the safest place he could work for everybody involved. He hoped Electra would only focus on those marked red and it looked, so far at least, that she would. The plan worked. Things were finally happening the best interest of their injured.
He still paused to glance at Electra a few times before he sat down by his next patient.
"Move over to my side." He said to Scatterbeam indicating where he wanted her to kneel beside him. The autotrooper had a medium to mild case of bleeding and a torn arm, some armour damage, and debris sticking out from his other arm and chassis. It wasn't life threatening but it would still need to be taken care of and if left to fester, well, it could of course get worse. The bot would need a lot of cleaning of the small shrapnel pieces that got into his frame. He wondered where he obtained that damage.
"Alright. Lets deal with the leak first." He began to scan the autotrooper to locate where more energon would be found pooling and where the source of the leak was. "Here." He murmured and indicated for her to take hold of part of the chassis and have it hoisted up a bit so that he could work underneath it. He lit his headlights to help himself see better.
"I might need your other servo in a moment." He murmured as he studied the damage. It was a twisted cable, that tore at the base. The cable was one of the somewhat thicker ones, along with several others, it would supply left lower side of the patient. He studied the damage for a few moments before nodding to himself, the decision having been made. "Keep this sealed so we loose as little energon as possible while I do this." He indicated where she was to place her servo and in particular her digit. Not of course before first handing her a cloth to clean her servos so that they would be perfectly clean. When she was ready and her servo hopefully in place he had begun to cut away the cable at the frayed ends. He cut it a little higher after, to make the edges of it smooth and easier to insert into the component's port again. Some of this work was very similar to when he worked as an upgraded replacing parts with new ones. It was just that he had to make do with what he had instead and improvise.
So far he had not used parts from the dead for the living. Yet. When the cable was smoothed out, not that much shorter than before and still with enough room for the bot to move, should it be needed, he motioned for Scatter to move her servo away again,helping insert the cable with the tip of his narrow point digit. That done, he made sure the cable remained secure, a few fine welds ensuring that it would not pop out again. "Ok, move over. I will need you to start cleaning out the debris here. Be careful around the cables. If you spot any that are damaged, or torn, let me know. Same goes for any minor leaks." He glanced at her. "You have steady servos, right?" He smiled encouragingly, genuinely glad that their work would be much faster now. He knew the responsibility he was taking on allowing her to help, but she would be under his supervision, so it should be right and he had no intention on having her do anything that he thought would endanger the patient.
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Post by Whirl on Sept 9, 2017 23:59:55 GMT
Whirl limped back to WheelSpin, now that he had finished his job on Aquahaze. He didn't take the toy back from Aquahaze just now, knowing it would only upset the sparkling. Besides, Aquahaze looked happier that way. That was what he loved about kids. The more you gave, the more you had. "Right," he spoke to Wheelspin, "Guess ya got time for me now."He showed the mech his knee, damaged recently by Thunder. Moving around had resulting in it tearing up some more, and there was no way it wasn't hurting him, even if he wasn't saying anything about it. Skyspray (Aquahaze)
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Post by Thunder on Sept 10, 2017 1:02:48 GMT
Thunder heard enough. Nothing noteworthy, but he wasn't listening that closely. Not really. In fact he was trying to put the pieces back together on what in the world happened to him. He began to think to himself;
The Transwarp drives activated, right? Okay so maybe, maybe that could have potentially thrown me into another universe. I was covered in that golden Matrix feedback energy, but that doesn't explain how my armor's rebuilt and my swords were reforged and in my scabbards where they belong. Something happened between then and when I woke up. These guys couldn't have repaired me...looks like they just found me.
He would check his HUD.
Energy levels stable. I can drive, and use this extra cube that big guy gave me as something to turn to as an emergency. Conserve energon, stay out of fights, don't use your powers, Thunder. Okay so you don't trust anyone here, they don't trust you. Though I might need to ask one of them where the next town--
It was then, before he could even think another though, he spotted Diamond. Of course he'd never met her before, nor her child, not anyone here...but she seemed so familiar. Yes she was the one who found him, her voice that began his restart sequence, but he'd never laid optics upon her before. Could it have been that warrior-stance she had to her? Maybe it was the fact that her alt-mode kibble reminded him of some friends back in his world. Or maybe it was her face markings, similar to those of a certain femme he once knew and loved. One he lost. Either way, his decision was made.
You know what...pretty sure that um...that femme must know the way to another city. Good. Yeah Thunder, that's why you want to creepily follow the attractive jet-femme with the face markings that are like Cali's. Keep telling yourself that.
With that, he looked to see no one really giving him a second glance and began walking, before sprinting, jumping slightly, and transforming into his sleek Cybertronian sports car mode. He then would drive some distance behind Diamond.
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Sept 10, 2017 2:30:50 GMT
Vatimus pondered on this for a moment. They needed the energon badly, high grade could be used in lower dosages to help a larger number of the population... His shuttle wasn't in perfect condition, but it would be easy enough to fix... They might need another shuttle in the future, but for now, they need to energon more. And yeah, he could use intimidation to argue, but he only intimidated people during inspections, or if they're just bad in general.
He let out a sigh, and crossed his arms once more. "Can I adjust the trade a little?" He gave a friendly smile and continued on with his plan. "You know the city ruins better than I, you probably know of good locations to deploy a scrap-load of soldiers where we can stay at one easily defendable location. How about you give me information on possible base locations and the energon for the shuttle. We do have to fix it and it won't be a perfect shuttle, but it should be able to get you from point A to point B in atmospheric travel."
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Post by Blue Flare on Sept 10, 2017 3:25:37 GMT
Blue Flare continued to shift and wander around the base. Her optics scanned the jagged Skyline of the once magnificent Iacon. How had the Cons managed to Ravage their Capital so badly? She briefly glanced at Scattebeam as she followed Wheelspin to tend to an injured trooper. She had thoughts of following. Honestly, when was the last time you did all that medical stuff? Never, right? But it looks like they need more medics than warriors as of now...I don’t even have a scrap of knowledge about first-aid. She turned back to look at Vatimus Prime and the Neutral. We’re that low on Energon? Scrap...now that I think about it...this also isn’t the best base. But bargaining with a neutral seems like a desperate measure. She thought as she heard the Prime's bargain.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2017 0:25:59 GMT
Scatterbeam was a bit surprised by his reaction. His excited smile at just seeing her return, even if she had done an exceptional job in his opinion, was enough positive attention to make her have to hold back blushing.
She was glad to see Blue Flare adjusting well on their own, and Wheelspins nod confirmed her suspicion that the Predacon was fine.
Wheelspins sat down beside another patient, this one looked to be torn up by debris. She knelt down where he had told her to and listened intently to his instructions. She hoisted up the part of the chassis where he had indicated for her to do so. After this he handed her a cloth. She assumed to clean her servos that she just noticed were filthy with dust and energon. It was a mystery why she hadn’t noticed sooner, personal maintenance was something she was usually on top of. It must have been the stress. Once her hands were clean she did as he had indicated. She stayed in that position and watched him work. He was so intensely focused on the task, despite all the well-hid stressed. It was rather admirable how he was able to put the needs of the others, the team and his patients, before his own. She had noticed the scratch on his face before, and judging by his appearance he seemed to be a bot that values how they present themselves physically. The fact he would rather work on these patients before fixing himself spoke well of his character. He glanced at her with a smile, and for a moment she froze. When he asked her to help out she expecting to, hold cables in place or joints in position or something. Far from doing anything where his hands weren’t directly involved. Did he really trust her with this? If so it was, admittedly, quite flattering.
“Ye...yes.” she said, slightly blushing. She tried to regain her professional composure, starting over with a small cough. “Yes, I would say I do.”
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