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Post by Whirl on Nov 7, 2017 17:35:02 GMT
Whirl pulled away from the Autotroopers. "Don't touch me," he warned them sharply, and they backed off. His attention roved back to Empress being carefully sedated, and his claws snapped in agitation, "She's gonna be okay, right?" he asked WheelSpin and Nines. His neck was hurting again and he rubbed at it.
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Post by autobotsabre on Nov 7, 2017 18:03:28 GMT
With a patient expression on his face as Wheelspin took over, Sabre allowed himself a slight smile before he replied. "I won't bother you further then, good luck."
Then with his opinion spoken, the former Elite Guard member turned to leave. His optics glancing over the Autotroopers for only a moment in disappointment as they released Whirl. The prime would probably need to know that some of his men where lacking the courage needed for their forces. That would require for Sabre to reach the command center though and speak to him in person, so with that in mind he sped up and headed straight through the blast doors of the garage and in search of the new commander. The Autobot's where recovering but there was still more to do.
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Post by Nines on Nov 7, 2017 18:18:17 GMT
So he and Wheelspin would be working together. Nines shrugged at the notion, not having a problem with it really. He took a long look at Empress's frame, noting her peeled armor, her lack of lower limbs, and how much her arms seemed twisted. she still had functional wings miraculously enough. The Autotroopers had been wise enough to fetch just the thing, and Nines gladly took the medical grade energon from them. He would have thought that a better process would have been to seal her wounds otherwise she would leak, but he supposed perhaps that method was a little out-dated if WheelSpin hadn't advised it. For now, Nines would pretend Wheelspin was anchorage. The predicon seemed like his patient after all. Nines thus placed the cord into Empress as to give her energon. He pulled a few tools out of his pack, " No, I have not worked on a predicon frame before. I've always wanted to. Probably best you're here otherwise-" Nines stopped short as the taller blue helicopter mech asked if his friend was going to be alright. "- She'll be up and running before you know it." Nines assured, glad he hand't completed his sentence. He would have loved to analyze her systems, as predicons were quite fascinating to him. Nines handed Wheelspin a fuser especially made for sealing the rather delicate exposed living metal Empress was made of. Nines had his own, though before he equipped it he readied another round of sedative. Just in case. With his good arm, he began the process of sealing any wounds he could, while his more powerful arm kept her steady. He didn't apply incredible force, but he did however apply a moderate amount of pressure as he focused on his job. He'd be sure to peal back armor in order to shut gashes if need be. ((Sorry if you're feeling a little buried Empress. ))
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Post by Whirl on Nov 7, 2017 18:41:08 GMT
Whirl tilted his head at Nines, then at Empress again. "Yeah, well... she better be..." It was hard to tell if it was exactly a threat, but Whirl definitely sounded concerned, for whatever reason. THe blue rotary leaned over the mildly sedated Empress, "I'll be back before ya know it, Ay, babe? Everybody deserves visitors."He sloped towards the door, throwing a quick glance behind him at the working medics, before leaving the garage.
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Post by Empress on Nov 8, 2017 1:21:36 GMT
By the time Nines injected the sedative, all the fight had left the predacon. Her form relaxed against the restraints. Slowly her venting became less frantic and evened out. The cooling sensation that was the sedative fought back the searing pain of her injuries. She vented a sigh of relief. On occasion her audios or remaining toes would twitch, a reaction caused by air flow on the exposed parts of her processor. Empress could have looked relatively peaceful had her optics been shut. The sedatives weighed heavily upon her mind, yet there was some thought there. A little anger, a lot of fear, both could be seen in her optics when they were in focus. The outside world had become a blur. Only those directly in front of her had some definition. There was one odd peculiarity that was starting to come to light. If there was any direct verbal interaction towards her, she showed response. Sometimes it was a simple blinking of her optics, at other times she might have grunted. There was someone or something in the beast slowly trying to reach the surface that was so far away. WheelSpin had crossed her limited line of sight. That someone fell back into the darkness, and the creature let out a low growl. All Empress really had now was the chaos inside her mind and her vocal displays, for the medics had taken her movement and pain. Not only was she trapped inside her mind but also her body.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 8, 2017 7:11:32 GMT
Wheelspin took the tool he was offered, giving it a moment to see what it was based on before nodding. "They aren't too far off from our frames, except they don't have as easily removable chassis ...and their designs appear more 'organic'.. tend to be more of a 'fit' than ours usually." He murmured, glancing at the scan he had made of her frame, seeking out the major leaks. He indicated one or two to Nines and would work on some himself. When he saw the twitching and the awareness still in the Predacon, and heard her growls he paused. He reached into his subspace and brought out what looked like a high tech cloth, usually used to pick up the particles without damaging the frame, it would serve as a nice way to calm the best down, hopefully. He placed it over her face, covering her optics carefully, but surprisingly gently. To him she was currently no longer the enemy, but just a patient. One that would need a lot of post op work and would probably need to be secured again, but still, a patient. He undid some of the bindings that held her in place, but at the same time also stayed in the way of work. As before, gentle even if the sedative took away her ability to feel pain. "Make sure she's not got any debris in there, before you seal it." He murmured as he carefully moved a piece of her plating to begin first to tend to the cabling, sealing the tears on them directly, reattaching some of them and pinching shut those, that needed replacement, for the moment so that the loss of energon minimized itself. He asked the earlier autodrone if he could see if the medic bay contained any cabling in storage before looking at Nines, to see if he could confirm or deny it. It was only once the leaks were dealt with, that he moved onto cleaning out the area underneath the plating. Once the debris was gone and the cuts that it left behind, were sealed, he worked his way up from there. He covered the area he worked on, straightening the bumps and dents as much as he could afford time on it, before he moved towards her helm. That perhaps needed to be protected as soon as possible. He peered in. The scan showed that the processor was mostly alright, it had been more than lucky in that aspect as any damage to that part would either need repairs that would require highly delicate work of someone specialised in that area or could not be done at all. There was something foreign that remained partially attached and at first he thought it was perhaps a part of anatomy typical to the predacons, but at a closer inspection it seemed not to fit with the general design at all. "...hmm." Perhaps it had ventured in at some time during her helm being as exposed as it was. It looked chewed on, well most of it really was gone, just the traces remained. Not enough to let him figure out what it was, but enough that it needed removing. "Hey Nines. Could you come over here." He called to the other bot. "This here...the bits. You think you could remove them? It's mostly traces of cabling, of sorts...but i don't think it's original." He indicated what he was talking about, while moving away with a piece of her plating, that he was cleaning out now and reshaping to suit as a cover for the processor and the replacement of the part of the helm, that was missing. What he was pointing at was actually really something foreign, just, it's origin would remain a mystery to both for now. He waited for the other bot to do his part so that they could seal the processor under protection again. The loss of energon had, thanks to their work, nearly stopped. She still needed her wings to be righted - the one that had broken, needed repair, and her limbs needed to be realigned and then straightened, with work on each probably needing some time to connect all the cables, straighten the metals, repair the mechanics that were needed to keep the limb fluid and enabled it motion. That was more complicated than the alt form designs on vehicle frames, but was more similar to limbs that they had in their base forms, so they could work with that. "Think she'll need to stages of repair at least..yeah? This one, and the one where she gets her back limbs and whatever else she's missing.."He was not listening to the speech Vating was giving with as much attention as he was probably supposed to, but his focus was on the patient and he doubted that there was anything that concerned him directly. It was sort of like background music, one mostly heard what was said, but would only register specific parts, if they attracted their attention. When his name was called he actually seemed to pause and look at Nines as if to make sure that he heard the same. (this is the response to Vating's speech in control room that can be heard throughout the base. ) Nines Empress
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Post by Nines on Nov 8, 2017 16:45:16 GMT
Nines was absorbed in his work. As he ensured that he wasn't sealing any sort of small chunks of dirt or metal into Empress, he also gazed at her systems with fascination. Predicons were more organic as WheelSpin said, and sure enough, Nines could feel the difference in metal-tissue. The texture and the way it reacted to his fusing was slightly different. With the utmost care he'd toil on, working his way from her waist to her wing. He no longer kept a solid grip on her with his crab-like hand, as his single gentle servo continued to tend to her wounds. As he continued sealing her wounds he'd be sure to reconnect or cut out before sealing any inner workings that were slashed. He knew which ones would be able to be replaced or repaired. In truth she had plenty of cable fibers that were amazingly still intact in her torso, chest, and main body. It was her limbs that seemed like they could use not only a good straightening out, but be entirely replaced. Nines considered simply amputating her arms, but a few small nudges into a segment of her nervous system told him her cerebellum had plenty of control over them. Replacement of overplating and perhaps some attention to her arm's inner workings would do the trick. Nines never ceased letting his hands wrap up mending as he heard Wheelspin call him over. Nines had his secondary visor over his optics as he approached her processor. " Ah---" Nines barely whispered, " The next most beautiful thing aside from the spark." Nines commented to himself. " I believe you are correct. There is tissue that does not belong to her. I do wonder how it got their though. The punk must have gotten herself into some....trouble." Nines obviously had his brow furrowed. Nines proceeded to carefully remove the 'bits'. But it wasn't just something he did to preserve Empress's processor--it was clear he was making moves to preserve whatever he gotten it's way to her processor, and once every sinew was removed, he placed it in a special compartment in his pack. Then, as he looked upon her exposed processor, he brushed his servo against her helm. Hmm. I know that alloy. Nines thought to himself, again his grabber arm shuffling in his pack before bringing out a thin plate of metal he'd kept with him. Once again he made sure her processor was entirely in tact, not damaged in the least, or having anything else that didn't belong in it. Then he sealed her helm where it needed it with his spare metal. He bent and delicately molded the metal to fit her skull with a certain perfection only masters carried. With her helm sealed up, he began hearing a voice talking through the mikes in the room. " Hmm. Must be to boost morale. Whatever." Nines mumbled about the voice, wishing he could reach for his pipe. " Yes, we're going to have to replace her metal, and perhaps some cables. Scratch that, likely some cables and fibers. I know I have more metals in storage, and I think I've encountered this kind of metal before. It's something that I use for--well, let's say more elegant patients." Nines nodded, " I'll fetch my metals. You can clean." He looked at Wheelspin's paint job, " You look like you're fantastic at that sorta thing. I'll be back in a moment." Nines clanked his way to the medical bay, making haste.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 8, 2017 17:20:52 GMT
Wheelspin looked much more interested in the material that the medic brought out of his pack. If there was more of that out there somewhere, he would be very interested to see it, and make use of it. It would also ensure a much easier repair and 'upgrade' of their new POW. He wondered though what would happen to Empress. If she continued in her feral form, she might not be able to communicate with them, nor give them anything that they could work on. He remembered her being less aware than she was now, well before they sedated her. Did the hit to her helm knock some things in place? He glanced at that one horn that remained on her head. He had the other. He scoffed when he was told he could clean, while the other made a material run. Sure it was a good idea to do that, but he felt just a little offended to have it put that way. He glanced down at himself. He was nowhere near as clean as he wanted to be. The only clean parts of him were his servos, which looked pristine any time they began to work on a patient. Sure they got a bit dirty after, but he'd clean them again, just so that he might not contaminate the patient. "...You haven't seen nothing yet." He paused as then called the last. "...Could teach you a thing or two. Wouldn't hurt you! Rustbucket." He smirked and turned back to Empress. He used the null ray for a moment to numb the limb completely with a quick shot, then began to work on one of her front limbs. Carefully setting the top layers apart. He straightened the metals, that could be salvaged, cleaned out the mechanisms, and realigned the parts. Where he could the material was then sealed and strengthened. The procedure took a lot longer than if he had just cut off the limb and made a new one from scratch. He was still tempted to do so. Maybe he could leave her with this, till he could construct a new one. "You know.." He murmured to Empress. "Never thought I would be repairing you after that stunt you pulled." His voice was a quiet purr, his engine rumbling softly. "You're lucky. The other guy. He seems to know what he's doing too. Though I think he's half tempted to take you apart to see how you function, so... you better try and pull through, so that doesn't happen, eh?" That was an odd sort of motivation to stay alive, but he did not care. "What I find odd with you....is why you couldn't fly. You are obviously designed with wings. Your size and wear on the frame suggests you aren't a freshly made sparkling. ...so why?" He did not expect her to answer, he was just keeping the silence at bay. After a few delicate rearrangements of cabling, resealing of a few major and smaller wires, and the reattachment of those that tore, he felt like he had a working limb. He started his radio up then, allowing some calming music to emit from his sound blasters, as he worked. The upper layer of plating had been removed. Parts of it could be salvaged, some remained in pieces to the side of her. The upper part of the limb was in a much better state now, aligned in the shoulder socket, clean, with the damage sealed away. There was a part that still appeared quite skeletal because of the missing layers, but looked less like it had gone through a grinder now. Many of the claws had been broken off and would need replacement. "Well.. paw." He murmured moving towards that part. It was, like hands, so much more detailed and delicate. "That's going to be interesting." He was listening to make sure he did not miss Nines' arrival. "Oh, right." He would make sure Vating knew where he was in case he was not told. :: Sir. I will be with the rest as soon as I am able. We are err...... relatively close to finishing up with the patient they brought in. We've got a Con..permission to put her into a holding cell at the medbay, once we're done?:: Vatimus PrimeOnce he sent that he returned his focus on the limb. It was clean and nearly ready for the new layers of plating. The torn 'ligaments' had been readjusted and while they would need some time and a lot of rest, the limb could be of use in the near future. Once done with that he continued onto the wing on the side where the limb was. It was the one she had cracked struggling to get free. He chose this time to reinforce it around the damaged and split area, before making sure it was clean and then sealing it shut. Nines
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Post by Nines on Nov 8, 2017 18:38:54 GMT
Nines entered the garage, pushing around a tray full of parts and metal that he knew for sure would fit Empress just fine. Or could be forced and adjusted into the appropriate proportions for her. His audios picked up the small comment about him being a rust bucket. It was becoming an annoying insult already. Nonetheless he wasn't about to let a young cybertronian get on his nerves in the middle of an operation. He released a huff towards WheelSpin . " You cleaned her arm. I'm glad that when we replace the overplating it'll be some nice clean scrap metal." Nines commented neutrally, though he didn't later the sarcasm on too much because they were in the middle of an operation. " Feel free to use this metal. Don't keep it for yourself, because it's used for patients." Not really waiting for a witty reply(which was going to definitely come), Nines stole a glimpse of the uncleaned arm, before taking off the plating as much as he could. He was sure to not be too eager in his move, so that he didn't damage any sort of inner workings. He set about repairing her arm, examining the cables within it, along with any other wires. Wheelspin had actually cleaned the more salvageable arm it could be straightened out a little more, and didn't have as many pieces that needed to be removed. The inside of the predicon's bones wasn't as damaged as Nines had hypothesized, though he went onto repair what he could. mending marrow-lines, or where energon would flow. He never dared modify her design though. He simply worked his best to restore it back to its original and beautiful perfection. Time passed, and Nines sealed up her now complete arm. Since he was unsure of the predicon's allegiance, he didn't sharpen her servo digits in any way. As he moved onto fixing her wing, he eyed her lack of hind legs for a moment. " Say Wheelspin. Ae we gonna be doing anything about her legs? I mean, we want her to be able to walk home-free after this correct?" Nines asked, his gaze glued to her wing now, though he never bothered looking up.
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Post by Empress on Nov 9, 2017 3:36:01 GMT
Empress was running circles within her mind, trying for the first time in her existence to formulate a plan. She was stuck inside a structure in which she had no knowledge on. Only two things came to mind. One. She could continue to struggle and fight her way out. Unfortunately the former thought of the unknown resurfaced, reminding her that it was useless to try. There was also the small details of being majorly dinged up and left without feeling throughout her form. Two. She could sit still and let the strange beings help her. No other options came into light. They did after all, help to make her feel better. It was odd to have something done without putting in the effort yourself. Empress found this pleasing. Lost in the thought of thought itself, the creature went still. On occasion parts like her digits or audios would twitch, but they weren't as agitated as they were before. The idea that thoughts could lead to multiple branches and not just remain linear was baffling. Before Empress could continue to trail that line of thought, WheelSpin had put a covering over her helm. The predacon lot out a surprised chirp that was followed by a chattering noise. They were pleasant sounds that left even the source confused. The darkness offered a familiar comfort that hadn't been felt in an extremely long time. Home.The thought bounced around her helm for the second time that day. She wanted to go back. To return to the freedom that was hunting and stalking. Running and hiding. Empress had shut out the outside world now, the strangers' gibberish no longer issuing any reactions. They're voices had become background noise in the dreamscape Empress had been returning to and leaving frequently. Nines
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 9, 2017 18:44:19 GMT
Wheelspin had noted the chitter that sounded much more relaxed than before and he wasn't sure why, but he felt pleased that something as minor as a 'rag over the optics' achieved that. He used the given materials to redress Empress's foreleg. He checked and rechecked the transformation seams to make sure that when she did transform, he was certain the frame type allowed it, she would not have the material come to hinder it. With a smooth polish to the finished product, he decided she would had a repaint later. Full body, if it was necessary or she deserved it. Right now, her frame would need to be covered up, her inner workings protected, but nobody said anything about also making her parts match. He glanced up at Nines, having shut his radio down again. He glanced then at the area where her hind legs used to be. "She's getting those later. They need to be made from scratch. That requires more than...scrap metal." He did not sound condescending though. "If you tell me now that the medic bay is fully stocked up with spare cabling, wiring, minor leg parts that can be worked into her design and infused with her CNA, and even better tell me we have a few frame making machines, I'll ..." Well he was not sure where he was going with that so he shrugged and just continued his work from her front leg to her wing, that he was going to finish up soon. "Anyway.. her systems have suffered too much of a shock, she needs to rest. " He paused and looked over at the work the other medic did. He was not going to give one a compliment, but if he had wanted to... he probably would have had enough of reason to do so now. "Once we are done here and have her secured again inside some holding cell, I will need to head for the control room. As of now, she is our POW." He hesitated glancing down at her. "..we might need to dull down her horn. Or encase it in something to keep it harmless.. We don't want someone to get mauled by that." He stepped back from the finished wing. It was immobilized for the moment, but it was fixed and looked as good as new, more or less. Nines Empress
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Post by Nines on Nov 10, 2017 2:58:30 GMT
Nines took pleasure in the fact that the patient he was tending to was finding her state to be a placid one. Though Nines kept from grinning, it was his secret passion to be a medic. He didn't always know why, but he often found himself acting grouchy about his work and complaining at times. Yet he always felt better about himself whenever he fixed something so well. He finished treating the wing he tended to with the same diligence that he'd had with her arm. Her bones were as good as new, wires that needed to be replaced had been, metal had been cut out and replaced, buffed out as to give it a smooth, graceful and natural look. Nines's work didn't look forced like some repairmen, rather, Empress 's wing looked precisely as it had before. Nines arched a brow at WheelSpin 's words however. " Prisoner? I see." He looked back to the other mech, " Hmm. You'd better have a good sell for her then. Predicons have a tendency to--how should I put this." Nines stroked his chin. " They're like children of the nature of our strange world. Just like that Nature, they tend to find ways of breaking through any artificial boundaries." Nines shrugged, before glancing up, " Though I trust You Autobots would be responsible enough with life to know that already?" He ventured, before setting about finishing up sealing her body. She was almost ready for a thorough smoothing out, to get rid of all her mend-marks. " Oh I know have extra cable ready. Preserved in some of my custom-canisters. Some might not be worth using considering a few thousand years of no use, but then again, metal doesn't rot easy. Well. Not with how I treat mine." Nines said thoughtfully. " That'll be another supply run though. Heck. Why not just keep her strapped in the med-bay?" Nines inquired as he applied metal to a nook. He doubted he'd get much out of Wheelspin in regards to what would happen to this new prisoner, considering Wheelspin wasn't exactly in charge. As Nines waited he kept sealing up Empress's remaining exposed areas, on both his side and Wheelspin's. Applying the metal, cutting and fitting it was easy enough as Nines's visor since with his processor, ensuring that the precise measurements were made to fill the most awkwardly shaped crack. All the while Nines would double check his designs, insuring they never hindered the flexibility of the predicon.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 10, 2017 7:04:36 GMT
Wheelspin was quick to have the medic move off of his side of where he had been working. Nines could repair his own side, this one was his - and mostly, he did not want Nines to believe that he was unable to seal and cover the plating where needed there anyway. He had chosen to encase the horn after, it was much more efficient to make a cap for it, vacuum sealed, that would remain secure over the sharper edge, and provided a much broader surface. It could be removed later if needed. Once he finished he returned to his side of repairs: " If you have a private room in the medbay, maybe. But otherwise, I'd prefer not to leave what might end up a raving, and beastly predacon, near patients that can't drag themselves out of the way. The garage is also unsuitable as it is the fastest way out. She is far from in a state, to go free, she is a Con, and we do need to see if we can get any useful information from her." He had diligently smoothed out the side that he'd sealed, and at least for a while, grudgingly used the buffer, that was of the higher end concerning it's quality, and not meant for some scrappers, but only used on his own frame. Once the side fully finished and the predacon was, other than still missing her back legs and one horn, in a pretty ready state for some recuperation, he looked back up at Nines. there was a huff of pride he could not conceal, and he still tried to turn his helm in such a fashion - when conscious of it - that his freshly damaged side could not be visible. "I know predacons are not like us, vehicle frames. They are far more... growly, and snarly, and sometimes savage. Although, the Ambassador we have in the control room, somewhat proves this supposition wrong." She had acted anything but like a mindless animal. Then again she had also transformed several times. This one has only ever been in this form. Even before. What should have stood in for the best approximation of a t-cog though was in tact. Not damaged. It was a close call, but only the skeletal structure above it had suffered as well as the overlay of plating, that now encased them both. "So, are you done?" He asked feigning impatience. Nines
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Post by Nines on Nov 10, 2017 16:02:49 GMT
Nines grunted once WheelSpin shooed him off of his side, though Nines hadn't been intent on discrediting or indicating to Wheelspin he was superior in any sort of way. It was likely just the young mech trying to show he knew his stuff as well. Nines stepped back from the completed (save for the legs) Empress . " Fair enough. Still. You'd better have a descent cell ready." Nines told Wheelspin once more. He doubted that this mech was all too influenced by authority by how independent he acted, however, Nines took a bet that Wheelspin did for the prime what the prime wanted. In time, Nines would decide if this new Prime was worth following. While Nines tried to not be presumptuous, he felt that the Prime he'd be facing would likely be nothing like the Primes he'd caught glimpses of, or the thirteen that he'd admired for so long. Odds were Primes like Quintus and Alchemist, or Micronus for that matter were "outmoded". While Nines knew no one could live up to the legacy of the first thirteen beings to walk on Cybertron, he just wished he could meet a Prime who was interested in science, or creation like the three he admired. Oh how the wars had changed the times. " I'm done alright." Nines was kicked off of his throne of musings by Wheelspin. He looked to the mech and the femme. " You can make the call on who puts her away." Nines told Wheelspin, not wanting to push his luck with Wheelspins trust issues. While he had just worked his aft off, he believed it was just better for this younger and more stubborn mech to make the decision. Though it did also sound likely he'd simply have the Autotroopers take her away so the racer could greet the Prime. As for Nines? Nines knew someone in the command room needed a repair. He'd caught a glimpse of a femme on his way back from the supply run. naturally, as he waited for Wheelspin to make his move, he started loading up his tools and some pieces of metal he knew would be of use.
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Post by Whirl on Nov 10, 2017 20:26:47 GMT
Whirl flies in the Garage. It's something of a surprise. He clatters into his bipedal mode cheerfully and shouts behind him. "Dis way, Rounders. If you've got any hurts or woes, apparently da garage is da best place to heal 'em right now." He continues a little sourly, "Apparently I'm a danger to patients, or somethin'..." Or that's how he feels that's what people are implying. His claws snap a couple of times at the thought. His attention snaps to Empress . "I told ya I'd be back," he tells Nines , "Dis fixin' should be goin' on in a med-bay." His neck was hurting really bad, and his foot tapped slightly now as well. He stamped on it with his other foot, "You are about to meet RoundUp , but he likes to be called Rounders."
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Post by RoundUp on Nov 10, 2017 21:04:35 GMT
There was a roar of an engine that slowly silenced itself out into a hum, a Cybertronian cruiser type vehicle mode rolled in through the hangar area, the door closing behind his bumper. The black and white vehicle rolled forwards then stopped, transforming out and up. The figure forming of the Enforcer, a grey case once again attached to his back.
He look a look around through his visor, examining the somewhat functioning segment of Metroplex. It didn't seem like many people had made it and those who did were in need of medical attention after the battle which had happened to gain a foothold in Iacon. It will for for now, I hope the others arrive soon. Even if it isn't the beacon of hope we were all expecting.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 10, 2017 21:09:31 GMT
Wheelspin arched an optic ridge at Whirl's arrival. "I would not mind if you did not fly into the garage, but walk like a normal bot. If you have not noticed, we have patients here and while they are being transported into the medbay, some remain and do not need dirt to be forced into their newly fixed parts because someone's doing rotor rolls indoors." He did not want to see Empress more upset about the loud noise either. the patient had just calmed down and then in flies a chopper waking up the dead with his racket. He glanced at Nines : "I'll have her taken to a private room and locked in there for now. I'll send you the pass so you can check in on her later." With that he began to push the stretcher on which Empress was out of the garage. As he had said many of the patients have been transported into the medbay, the bigger room there, and many still would be. Garage was slowly emptying out and giving space to those who would come and go as their missions required. He did narrow his optics when he heard talk of another arrival. "He better be an Autobot." He muttered. "And you better be sure about it." He had not paid any attention to what name Whirl used. Right now his focus was on moving Empress somewhere quiet and dark so she could rest up and be ready for interrogations or whichever, later. With the last said he began to move out of the garage, with Empress's stretcher being moved infront of him. He'd made sure that she was re'buckled in' too. Just in case.
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Post by Whirl on Nov 10, 2017 21:22:59 GMT
"Yes, da guy's an Autobot! Yes, I'm sure about it! I am always sure!" Whirl told WheelSpin, "And why're you coverin' her optics?" he asked, snatching the cloth covering the optics of Empress, "She ain't done nothin' wrong!" He stood directly in front of the stretcher, " Ya can't just wheel her away an' lock her up all alone!"
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 10, 2017 21:33:23 GMT
"WHIRL! THIS was keeping her CALM!" His engine roared to life. WheelSpin had it to the roof with the airhelm. He reached into his subspace to cover the predacon's optics with a cloth once more, did so and then reached towards Whirl to get his other one back, that very instant, and if the daft vacuum for processor did not give it back right away, he was going to be in huge trouble. "You are upsetting the patient, your interfering with her treatment,... and yes I can. She is a danger to herself and others. Now MOVE!" He had half a mind to contact Prime and request that whirl is removed from the Garage and proximity of the patients as soon as possible. He had subdued his engine, mostly for the sake of the predacon, even if that did not mean his patience has not reached its limit. He did not have time for this. His was tired and that hardly helped. Where Empress would go was not up to discussion no matter how much 'power' Whirl thought he had in it. If he had a complaint he could go to Vating and voice it and he would be very happy to address it with the boss. Whirl
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Post by RoundUp on Nov 10, 2017 21:42:15 GMT
I think it would be best to let them move that patient out of here, anywhere is safer than this garage for anyone's sake Whirl. I don't know if there's an ICU in any medical bay, even if Metroplex has one, but that would probably the safest place. Plus you could check on her when the medics aren't up to their optics in patients.
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