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Post by Vatimus Prime on Oct 17, 2017 19:36:47 GMT
A good place for ground based Autobots to get in quickly from the lower sections or if they have large shipments to transfer to the base. The control switch inside of it opens and closes the reinforced shutters.
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Post by Whirl on Oct 17, 2017 23:04:29 GMT
Whirl acouted around the base and found the entrance. Then he returned inside, using positioning to find his way back, "Yeah, looks like you can start movin' stuff here, Mister Boring Prime. Looks like it hasn't been touched for a while. Tons of the vermin around. Man, you guys really let this planet go while I was away! Last time I was here, you'd only find these little bastards in a few areas. Now ya can't give yaself an oil change without one hangin' around. Hey, there's a button here; shall I press it?"He didn't wait for an answer and pressed the button. It opened the door, then Whirl started shooting random Nibblets for target practice, bored, as he guarded the door and waited for Vating, sending out a signal of the location. No wonder the place looked in fairly good condition; Nibblets had been devouring the rubble and bodies left inside, piece by piece, for millions of years. Vatimus Prime
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Post by Whirl on Oct 22, 2017 0:52:49 GMT
Whirl finally got the comm that he might be needed.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 1, 2017 8:27:37 GMT
WheelSpin re-entered the base through the main gate leading into the garage. At the entrance he transformed, waiting for the door to open again so he would be let in. With the incoming message from Feenixfire he smiled. :: Alright. Thanks. I will be with you in a moment. :: He was about to say more when the door opened and a second message came, this one however not from any bot that he recognised. The door behind him closed, while the guards, the autodrones retook their positions. Within the garage there was still a lot of activity going on. The place had been nearly fully cleared of rubble and of any pests that may have persisted within those walls before. The cargo that had been delivered - energon - had been parcelled out. A storage room had been assigned to it, and was in the process of being checked, proofed and cleared out. In all, the base was slowly starting to look like an anthill, with workers going back and forth about their business. :: Scratch that, I'm going to check something first. See if you can send me visual of the 'medical section'. Check for spark signatures, faction allegiance and... :: There was a pause. ::If you can access Metroplex files, look for a medic, designation Nines. Send me any data it might have on him.:: Feenixfire Lockheart As per usual, WheelSpin didn't trust someone's words, just because they were the thing he wanted to hear. Of course the files could have been altered as well, but they would have to contain at least some data that was true, and that was a start. He was not going into it alone either. While they could not spare too many for some minor investigation, he would keep the comm open if it proved to be a hostile in the 'medic bay' rather than a friend. His optics paused on two autodrones, still armed, and in a fairly good, albeit scratched up, state. Unlike many of the others, they did not look like they were presently needed or occupied. And if they were? Well, that could wait for a little now couldn't it? "You two, with me." He motioned for them to follow him explaining in a few quick words what they were needed for. He left the garage and began to make his way towards the location where the strange comm had come from. After a short few steps he stopped and glanced at them. Both were vehicle frames and were probably chosen for that reason too. "Transform and keep up." He grinned at the pair and transformed to his vehicle mode, finding it, as always, the faster choice of the two. If he ever offlined, he wondered if his final form would have been his alt form rather than base. He wasn't about to find out that that day and that was also why he had chosen back up. If all went well, the garage could be emptied.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Nov 1, 2017 19:49:15 GMT
":: Sure thing Wheel, let me see what I can dig up. ::"
Feenix comms back, humming on the comm before it gets put on hold as she investigates.
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Post by Nines on Nov 4, 2017 18:31:05 GMT
The medic was sure to give the drones who'd remained behind for a clean-up a grateful nod, as he never really saw anyone appreciate drones much. Though he doubtless would have to re-organize a few stations due to how he liked things a certain way when it came to his medical belongings. Nines always found himself giving long speeches about philosophy here and there. It was something he liked to do, it helped him think, clear his mind, and while he didn't know if his messages were ever really appreciated, he enjoyed speaking them all the same. " I'm not saying desire or loyalty is evil. That wouldn't make any sense. I'm simply musing on this and that. Now, onward to more pressing matters." Nines said, not really minding the fact that he could be considered a spy. They could think of him what they liked, but in time, he'd be sure to make his true colors seen. " The last time I repaired a patient was--" Nines paused, " --given the dust around here, I'd say a few thousand years. But that's due to stasis. Before I rested up I'd given a few good old chaps some large repairs." Nines nodded at himself, then looked forward around the garage. It appeared to be somewhat empty at the moment. Assuming that either they hadn't arrived, or he had yet to get to them, Nines simply waited for Wheelspin to either proceed on, or tell him what to do. (( WheelSpin , Feenixfire Lockheart ))
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 4, 2017 19:58:10 GMT
When they passed into the main area the injured and not so injured could be seen. They had emergency work done, and were now awaiting further transport into the appropriate rooms of the Metroplex. The ones who had not been too badly injured were helping out, or standing by those who were. Wheelspin walked on, having remembered who was marked as what. There were a few bad cases, and he wanted to test the knowledge of this medic with them. They did not need further repairs. Not these ones. Just rest, recuperation and more rest. There were a few that might need to be reopened and better more permanent work to be done on them. He'd have those shown later too. Then a few in between that had a damaged and fixed arm, had a few dents, or just scratches. It was going to be a bit like doing rounds, not that Wheelspin had done any of the sort much. "This one had some extensive damage of the chassis and interior. The sparkchamber was left untouched luckily, but he had a torn main cable, and a few damaged secondaries." He indicated one of the patients. "His arm had been reattached, but....I think it will need further repair and probably a few new parts." He looked at Nines as if awaiting his opinion on the matter. Nines
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Post by Nines on Nov 5, 2017 0:56:28 GMT
Nines knelt down towards the mech Wheelspin gestured to. Nines first visor slid over his optics, as he inspected the mech for a solid minute. " I'll say. That arm---" Nines was muttering now, his hand reaching into his back, extending at the fore-arm to reach further into his subspace, pulling out a handful of large and small pieces. "His neural activity indicates he still has a solid connection to his nervous system, save for the receptors in his arm. His cables are going to have to be mended, save for a small bundle of fibers that have been serving as muscle link to his pectoral region. We'll have to replace those as best as we can." Nines told the mech, " The rest of his inner structure is mostly intact. I'd say only a few things might need to be sealed into their respective locations a little tighter in the future."Nines caste a glance towards Wheelspin. He knew when he was being tested. (( WheelSpin ))
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 5, 2017 7:12:59 GMT
Wheelspin nodded, though said nothing. His expression may not have changed, but Nines might just have passed the first test. He knew frame anatomy to its smaller detailing and he did the prognosis the way the race frame expected him to. He moved on to the next. There were two bots one beside the other. Both appeared to be resting and both, at first glance, did not look all that badly damaged at all. However one had had complications earlier and while his spark stabilized, still needed further work to be done, and the other, well he really just was resting with the injuries being more minor. "These two?" He knew what he would do after this, he needed actual repairs being conducted on one or two arrivals. Something skilled servos could do. While the damage was not life threatening, it was pretty nasty. A limb would need to be removed as cleanly as possible, the cabling sealed in a way that they would be easily reattachable once a new one was to be provided. "And after them....that one." He indicated the one just described. "You'll work on him." He added. Since it was something close to what he was usually doing, which was upgrades, he could easily see if the bot knew what he was doing or if he had bluffed through so far. He glanced at the entrance to the garage and listened in on the comms from the medbay. The main room was mostly cleared, the berths on which the patients could be lain were clean and set up in the adjoining one. Everything was ready should the garage need to be cleared. For a moment WheelSpin turned to call one of the Autodrones to him and told him, in semi private, that some of the patients could now be transported into that section of the new base. It was of course mostly the ones that did not need immediate care, and then would progress to those that needed more attention at the move and so back and so forth. He wanted the immobile in there last in case there was still a potential of danger within those walls. He glanced back at Nines. His own servo rested on the makeshift table, on which the injured one rested, some weight distributed there. Nines
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Post by influx on Nov 5, 2017 21:48:40 GMT
Influx was walking towards the garage, before entering, making sure there was no one in the hallway, he extended his needles so his fingers would stop itching, and then he simply made them retract into his fingers again. No one saw it, no one was there. He was gonna leave so he'd be just fine.
"Hey there... Wheelspin, and err. someone." He'd say. "I think I'm going to err... get going, since you know, you have a medic now. No need for myself" He'd explain, with a low chuckle. He knew Wheelspin nor trusted him nor liked him, and he didn't think anyone in the autobot base would miss him roaming through the halls in solitude. That was for sure.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Nov 6, 2017 8:20:55 GMT
Wheel's comm would crackle as Feenix came on the comm, she sounded bored to pieces of being a voice on a comm line.
":: Right, just had a look through the footage of the medbay when the cameras turned on, he did come out of his pod when the power went on. I think he's legit Wheel, or at least his story checks out. By the way, where is this Prime and where is Dia? ::"
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Post by Whirl on Nov 6, 2017 13:15:58 GMT
From some distance away, a ship came careening out of the sky in an apparent death-spiral - then pulled up sharply to level off, its flight as gentle as a cloud. It entered the garage, and set down into a perfect landing. The first person off was a shaking Autotrooper, "Damn showboat," he muttered, referring to Whirl. He had unbuckled the stretcher from the floor. The second person was Whirl, who was, with all possible care, helping autobotsabre wheel the heavily injured Empress off the ship. Whatever Sabre thought about Whirl's bedside attitude, Whirl wasn't happy about her being hurt at all. This was his way of trying to make her feel more comfortable and safer. "Okay, babe," he spoke directly to Empress , leaning over her so that she could see his 'face', "We're in da Autobot base now, and yer almost as safe as when you was on da plane. Hey, ya wanna let me know yer name?"
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Post by Nines on Nov 6, 2017 17:50:14 GMT
Nines gave a hard look at the two sitting together. His visor was up, and just as Nines believed that there was more than met the eye with himself, he too trusted that the saying applied with both the injured bots. With his eyes narrowed he cleared his throat. " Signs display spark needing to regain energy. I deduct that he went through some harsh stress. Must've been a battle out there." Nines told the longsuffering racer. " Ah, this one with the stabilizing spark needs rest, and some minor repairs. Both their metals are ripped and tattered, but some armor replacement and mending will help their bodies return to a fully functional state, and likely along with some quality energon." Nines decided, before a few beings began entering the scene. he turned to see influx approach Wheelspin, muttering how he was no longer needed. " Hold on there chap. We need all the help we can get. Two mechs can't do it all." Nines tried to call to the discouraged looking mech. Then a few more came in. A helicopter entered holding none other than a predicon needing medical assistance. Nines resisted the urge to walk over and examine the femme. It had been on his bucket list to repair a predicon. He'd heard rumors of the more graceful anatomy and efficient anatomy. He held his ground though, and glanced over to WheelSpin , " Should we start on those folks over there instead?" He inquired. Empress did seem like she was in a dire condition if she needed to be carried. The Whirl also looked like he'd seen better days.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 6, 2017 18:17:10 GMT
Wheelspin tilted his helm as he heard the neutral approach. He had no hostile feelings towards him, but he did distrust him as he would any stranger. Well, perhaps being told that they now had a medic, as if any of his work so far had been nothing might have ground his gears a bit. He did not show it however and only nodded. As far as distrust went, he had done the same with Nines, and he claimed himself to be an Autobot. At least a moment later Feenixfire confirmed that his story checked out. He was pleased to hear that. ::Ok, thanks! If you get someone to take over at the control room, you can come help us out, here. If you want.:: He sent and then spoke: "He is called Nines." He indicated the autobot medic. "Influx, neutral." He added as form of introduction. He would have said more, but it was then that Whirl had arrived with his ship. The entrance had made the smaller race frame concerned both for the patient that was within that ship and the patients that were still occupying parts of the garage. "Careful!" "Please excuse me for a moment." He said and then advanced towards the entrance of the ship and where the predacon was seen in the stretcher. He actually stopped mid step when he realised who it was. That couldn't be, though. Last he saw her, she was dead, lifeless, offline. It was a con, the enemy though, but a patient could not be withheld treatment just because of the site she took, much as he'd have wanted to. "Whirl, back away from her. Give her some space." He said it more because of the movements he could see and remembering how sharp her claws and horn, were. "Some help over here." He called. If Empress was not dead, then she was close to being so and needed emergency treatment now. "Get medical grade energon!" He ordered one of the autodrones. Nines Whirl autobotsabre Empress Feenixfire Lockheart influx
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Post by Empress on Nov 7, 2017 3:37:51 GMT
If she knew what a wish was, she most definitely would have been wishing for death. After having endured a shuttle ride that closely resembled the motions of earth roller coasters, the predacon was left much worse for wear. In her second bout of unconsciousness only fever dreams of being utterly lost filled her mind. No matter where she ran to there was always the mocking dark abyss. Every step away from it brought her closer. No. Not yet. Light began to pool around her pedes, fighting away the dreamscape's darkness. Slowly, the creature's optics opened and revealed the dim white light that was her optical coloring. Lost and disorientated, the predacon allowed her eyes to wander, taking in the unfamiliar place that was the autobot shelter. Eventually her line of sight landed on the only familiar thing in the room. The grounder pilot. WheelSpinEmpress jolted in her restraints. A blind fury providing the energy for a nearly impossible feat. The cot's restraints were the only things keeping the beast in place, and all her broken parts still. Energon dripped from her dentas and pooled in the lower part of her maw. She jolted again, dislodging the already peeled plating from her crippled frame. The sight was beginning to shift from monstrous to demonic. Left for dead, she lacked her hind legs and any feeling in the back portion of her frame. Her front limbs were contorted in impossible angles and pinned under her body. A majority of her armoured plating was peeled backwards to reveal her twisted and sparking insides. Despite their crumpled appearance, her wings feebly and foolishly fought the restraints. Not only had the brightly colored racer done all of this to her, he took one of her horns as a trophy. The only reason why her spark still pulsed and she still kicked, was her beast fire. The charge that never met completion was allowed to sit within her, helping melt her structures together. Empress let out a low snarl causing the pooling energon to fly from her maw. If Whirl hadn't moved by then, the predacon would attempt to snap at anything within distance. A hiss rattled out of her vocodor, causing the exposed part of her processor to spark once more. The predacon lurched on the cot once more, placing stress upon her restraints. Pain had reached the high where even her own sensors couldn't pick up on it. Seeing all these strange figures around her was proving overwhelming. High pitched whines began to leave her vocodor. By now her optics were wide and unfocused. Her panic and threat displays were damaging her already broken form. He venting began to quicken in pace. With a sickening snap, Empress' wing broke against the restraints and freed itself. Due to the break, the only movement it could manage was a sporadic twitching. The entrapment and the break had finally sent her careening over the metaphorical ledge. A scream that was eerily similar to a cybertronian's tore forth from her maw. Her contorting form fell still upon the confining cot, having finally burned through the fumes it was running on. The creature's optics remained open, daring the room at first and then shifting to something pleading like. Nines autobotsabre
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Post by Whirl on Nov 7, 2017 10:53:15 GMT
Whirl tilted his head to the side. He was totally used to being in pain. So used to it, in fact, that half the time he didn't even notice any more. What, did people think that the guys who'd cut off his hands and face would actually put him under first? He had the nagging feeling that this was partly his fault, although he got that feeling about a lot of things.
"Aw, I can't stand to hear somebody in as much pain as me," he spoke in a tone that to those who didn't know him well, may or may not have been a joke, "I just gotta-" he reached out with a sharp claw to snip open Empress's restraints.
"NO!"
With great presence of mind that warranted medals awarded on the spot, three Autotroopers who had been helping out around the garage piled into Whirl from the side. Of course they could let him up quickly enough; he didn't need to be pinned down, but Whirl had a lot of moments that tended to fall into the 'It seemed like a good idea at the time' category.
"But she's in pain!" Whirl whined, standing and dusting himself off, "I don't know 'bout you guys, but I can empathise with dat!"
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Nov 7, 2017 12:52:07 GMT
Vatimus finally made it into the garage. He transformed back to his robot form and limped for only a few seconds. He wasn't in too much pain and while he needed to get checked out, he needed to look as though nothing could hurt him for his men. Stand straight and tall and they'll show respect towards you and you can show respect back. He walked past all the mess going on here, only saying in a rather loud voice, "Everyone to the control room the ambassador is in. Medic, you can stay to take care of the wounded, I'll debrief you separately." He didn't recognize the medic, but wasn't gonna point it out just yet, seeing as no one shot at him is a sign that he can be trusted.
With that, he went on to the Command Room.
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Post by autobotsabre on Nov 7, 2017 15:54:42 GMT
The rest of the journey back to base was a tense period as Sabre resisted just killing the other Ex-Wrecker after he'd began to pilot at least somewhat safely. Though as the idiot decided to go through a completely unnecessary landing manouever the temptation became stronger than ever before. Still through some miracle of self control and the danger that aborting the 'trick' would create, Sabre resisted allowing Whirl to land with his head still attached.
The moment they landed however Sabre was already preparing to leave, taking Empress with him as he removed the restraints that kept the stretcher attached to the floor. Sadly the job was not something he could do by himself, at least not while still keeping Empress somewhat in one shape. Which led Whirl to helping him drag the stretcher out into the temporary medbay that had been set up. With a medic already heading towards them, Sabre was quick to lower it gently and allow him to get a closer look.
While also accidentally allowing Whirl to lean over and begin speaking to the femme, and occupying Sabre's attention as he saw the recognition in both Wheelspin and Empress's optics. As such the moment when Whirl leaned over to release her it did not end with a trio of Autotroopers dragging away Whirl moments after the Predacon had gotten a chance to bite his face clean off. Instead Sabre reacted instantly, grabbing Whirl by the shoulder and pulling him back only miliseconds before he could be bit, and then pushing against his chest to send him clear of the currently rabid predacon.
"Someone clear him away, we've got enough problems right now." The ex-Elite Guard said, speaking to no one in particular as the three Autotroopers began guiding Whirl to the command center to talk with Vatimus.
Which left only Sabre and Wheelspin, along with his entourage of helpers.
"Scrap, looks like the Prime's calling us." He muttered partially to himself as well as the group who was with him, before he turned his attention to Wheelspin. "Listen, I don't know the history and honestly as long as it doesn't affect your work I don't really care but try to stabilize her. Worse case scenario we've got a grunt who doesn't know anything, considering the way Predacons get overlooked though we could have a goldmine of info. At this rate I'm not going to be anyone's boss again for awhile though so do what you think's best. If you have anything to say to Vating tell me and I'll pass it on."
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Post by Nines on Nov 7, 2017 16:00:09 GMT
As Autobots seemed to pour in as one sick, beaten and bloodied swarm, Nines did his best to keep his helm clear. A large battle had occurred indeed, and now everyone was desperate for repair, including but not limited to the patients Nines had previously inspected, and this unfortunate predicon. Empress appeared to be on the brink of going into stasis lock to say the least, and Wheelspin was doing his best to get her to the appropriate area. You know, the whole point of a medical bay is- Nines began thinking to himself as he grabbed some emergency energon, only to have his thought process interrupted by who appeared to be the leader of the Autobots. Along with no doubt ever Protectobot in the room, Nines paused to watch the Prime stroll in, giving gruff orders before trundling off in pain. Nines imagined he'd have to tend to that bot later. In the meantime, Nines clanked his way over to WheelSpin . " I can take it from here." Nines said as calmly as he could, amidst the she-predicois thrashing. " This femme needs repair likely more than anyone else in the room right now. You have my word as a medic that I'll do my best." Nines tried to pry for some trust, hoping Wheelspin wouldn't let his paranoia get in the way of someone's life. Nines glanced at the Whirl for a second, as the mech seemed to want to get a hold of the femme. Nines had seen many strange things in his day, which made him consider the two were in a relationship of sorts. Nines opened his mouth to speak when another mech made his entry. autobotsabre took a bit of control, ordering the cyclops away. Nines shrugged at the blue mech, trying not to seem snooty or look like any potential trouble. Nines returned his gaze to Wheelspin for second. He knew that arguing wasn't getting anyone anywhere. That being said, he drew a small needle, pressing his hand down on the femme's frame to steady her before injecting her with a generous dose of sedative. He couldn't help her if she tried to bite his hand off, after all~
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 7, 2017 16:48:32 GMT
Wheelspin was a little rattled. It was the same predacon from before but in some ways she was different. Her optics had been much less aware, showed less emotion when they fought and even landed than she did now. She was angry, enraged even. He was well aware that she reacted to him appearing. In some ways she was as feral as she had been when he last saw her and in others she was different. He could not place a digit on what made him think so, but he knew that he did not want his servos anywhere near her mawl as long as she was awake. When the Prime entered and addressed them, just for a moment he thought, that when he said medic, he might have been talking to him. That moment passed though when he saw the direction in which the Prime looked. His engine made an irritated revving noise, before it quieted down, its owner forcing it silent. He was about to speak, when the bot that looked by design quite impressive both in stature and height, spoke to him, imploring on him to help the predacon. He nodded, his frown slowly turning into an expression of determination. His history with the pred did not matter now. She's been brought in to be stabilized and later repaired. He was going to make sure that she got the best treatment she could with the resources as limited as they were at present. His optics briefly moved to the snarling and struggling creature. He would have shot her to put her under, with the null ray of course, which would have been harmless, but Nines inserted her with a needle. Not knowing how much of the sedative he had given her, and knowing how weak her spark currently was, a shot may have either quickened her relaxing into nothingness ready for the op, or killed her. So he decided against it. "You need not worry." He said, his attention now partially on Sabre, as the sedative needed to reach the right receptors and her processor, to put her under. "I will not let it affect me." He nodded calmly. " We will do our best. Please let the Prime know that I will be there as soon as the patient is sorted." She would have to wait for the new parts, but right now she needed to get energon in her, leaking stopped, spark stabilized and kept so, and the processor covered and protected from the elements. With that said, he approached the predacon, already looking over the damaged frame under the bindings. He was keeping well away from her mawl and might have ignored Nines' words. "Hook her up on medic grade." He spoke once he was certain that she was calming down. " Then we can start sealing the cable tears and cleaning her up. Have you worked on these frames before?" He moved to her side, while more energon was being brought to them. He glanced up to see if Nines was giving the predacon an infusion, before he moved to scan her frame to see where the major, and most important tears were. Those needed repairs first. Nines autobotsabre
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