Nines
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Post by Nines on Nov 10, 2017 21:45:31 GMT
Nines found himself to be slightly amused at Wheelspin's words towards the blue cyclops. While he was right, dust didn't need to be kicked up everywhere, Nines honestly was beginning to sense WheelSpin hated dust to begin with. He let Wheelspin go off with the patient, and gave a harsh chuckle at the thought of being given a pass just to check on a patient. While Nines did care that the predicon didn't end up in the wrong hands, it seemed that visiting her would give her too much attention. The helicopter who so obviously had a crush (or something) on her couldn't leave her alone for five minutes. The little scuffle between Wheelspin and Whirl caused Nines pipe up, deciding he might as well at least try to spit some words Whirl's way to help Wheelspin from blowing his top off like a volcano. Nines honestly didn't want to have to repair both Wheelspin and Whirl if there was a fight. " Give her some space lad. For Primus sake we're Autobots. We don't throw our frigging prisoners to the wolves." Nines hollered towards Whirl , before turning to the mech before him. The mech looked like he was supposed to be some sort of--Nines leaned in for a moment to inspect him closely. Nines had never seen the style before. Autobots never cease to amaze me with their fashion statements.
Nines thought to himself, before clearing his throat. " Give me a minute." He glanced over at Whirl, " Get over here. That neck of yours looks like it's seen better days. And you-" Nines turned back to the second roadster in the room; RoundUp , "- assuming that helicopter sustains his track record for listening, I might as well get to you now if you need any medical treatment." Nines told the mech in half a sigh, half a grumble. " We can move to the medical bay if that's so, since that's what the medical bay is frigging for." Warm greetings weren't exactly something Nines was familiar with. While the typical Autobot introduced himself or herself in a polite manner, with Nines one had to take what they could get. Unless he decided to not act like the bit of a grouch he was.
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Whirl
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Post by Whirl on Nov 10, 2017 21:57:38 GMT
"We don't throw our prisoners to da wolves," Whirl mimics Nines in a high whine and holds up a claw to imitate a puppet talking, "She's da threat? Da chick which is buckled down to da guerney is da threat, huh? Is she? HUH?!" he was straightening up over WheelSpin , making him the tallest mech in the room easily - he currently stood at 30', "Also, my neck is fine!" he twitched again. He was lying. It isn't easy to tell from the outside, but what is true is that the more Whirl's neck hurts, the more antsy he gets. He isn't budging out of the way. "Ya can't just lock her in a room all alone!" he insists. "And my neck is fine!" he snaps again at Nines .
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 10, 2017 22:11:43 GMT
WheelSpin didn't look impressed even in the slightest when Whirl 'grew to his new height'. He was just annoyed at the daft Autobot. "Are you done?" His voice was a bored, if irritated drawl. He pulled the stretcher back a little and then pushed it off past the side of the chopper, while he was busy looking at Nines. He kept on walking. "Go complain to the Prime. End of discussion." He snapped. His next words were to Nines as he added. "Get my cloth off of him. It's high tech and I want it back." Which the material actually was, as smooth and as 'cloth' like it appeared. It would draw dirt to itself while keeping the particles from further scratching a surface it was brought over, and while it had other perks, one of them had been how easy it was to 'release' all the dirt again, when required. He was not going to let the airhelm keep it. His arm transformed as the scatterblaster replaced the servo. It was pointed in the direction of the cyclops, only begrudingly being replaced with his null ray. "Don't interfere.." There was a tone of warning, with the usual purr in his voice, now getting a rather dangerous edge. Whirl Nines RoundUp
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RoundUp
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Post by RoundUp on Nov 10, 2017 22:18:47 GMT
Round Up stepped forwards, it seemed like this needed to be mediated. He spoke in a calm western accent.
Lets just put down our guns, before anyone else has to be fixed up around here. I said this already, but I can see that Whirl here only wants to make sure the patient here is looked after. But trying to stop the good doctors here from doing their work, isn't going to ensure sleeping beauty here's improvement of their condition. They'll take them somewhere safe.
Whirl, could you show me the way to the bot in charge, I would ask these two, but they've got patients to look after.
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Nines
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Post by Nines on Nov 10, 2017 22:29:00 GMT
It was as if Nines had suddenly teleported right between the two mechs, just as Round-Up finished talking, the other helicopter had placed himself in front of Wheelspin's gun, and faced Whirl. He could tell the mech was trying to use an intimidation factor to get his way--which was obvious to Nines. " Wheelspin, I'll get your cloth, but put that gun down." He said gruffly, " As for you, stop stepping in the way. The Enforcer's right, we medics are trying to do their job. You two shouldn't be doing this to one another. You're both Autobots." He glanced between the two, his arms outspread a little, ready to push the one from the other at a moment's notice, or duck out of the way of a shove. " Listen." he looked at Whirl right in the optic, " I know you care about this femme. She's not gonna be locked away to be along forever. But she does need to be locked up, and she does need some time to herself. More than thirty-percent of her body has been repaired and or replaced. She needs time to recover, but you can visit her very soon. There will be no blackness that swallows her. You will be with her before you know it." Nines told Whirl, his voice progressively getting softer, but still retaining a firm demeanor. " WheelSpin , take her to the cell-holding vicinity. Make sure her cell has a light, and make sure Chopper here gets a pass to visit her." Nines told the racer, still in between the two.
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Whirl
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Post by Whirl on Nov 10, 2017 22:53:07 GMT
After WheelSpin had drawn his weapon first - starting with a deadly weapon, no less - Whirl could have looked like the more rational one of the two, agitated as he was. At least he wasn't making veiled threats. Of course, this is Whirl. Nines' words had almost calmed him down again, but Whirl had successfully worked himself back up again - with the unintended help of Wheelspin, of course. "Ya see what I mean?" Whirl asks RoundUp almost conversationally, "Autobots pointin' dere weapons at each other like dey're playin' paintball. In a frikkin' sick-person zone!" his voice rises in anger at how Wheelspin had just acted. He turns to Nines , "But who's da threat? Huh?! Is it da guy who's drawn a weapon in a sick-bay?! NO! It's always ME! Cuzza THIS! And THESE!" he pointed at his optic, and held up his claws. "I HATE THESE FRAGGING THINGS!!!!" he screamed, shoving Nines and Wheelspin out of the way and snatching up a surgical saw. At this moment, his wrists were hurting too much to even register the difference as he started trying to saw his own left claw off. Even touching Whirl is a risk right now. After trying for almost thirty seconds, the lanky blue mech slumps to his knees with a groan, his hydraulics wheezing. His left wrist is hanging at a funny angle, since he's been forced to stop sawing by the sheer pain. "And my neck hurts too..." he admits quietly. He's still holding the saw.
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Empress
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Post by Empress on Nov 11, 2017 1:37:44 GMT
With time given to clear her helm and settle down, the creature was finally calm enough to focus on her one fully available sense. She put those twitching audios of hers to use. They swivelled and lowered, pick up on anything and everything. If it was quiet enough she could even hear the energon being pumped through the lines of the room's other occupants. For awhile she remained relatively well behaved, allowing the medics to continue their work in peace. It remained that way until the listening proved to be too much. The foreign chattering between Nines and WheelSpin was growing tiring. She didn't enjoy not being able to understand what was going on. What really bothered her though was the constant humming of Metroplex. The sound combined with the slow wearing of the sedation began to factor into the creature's growing agitation. Her one mobile leg slowly began to move, testing its limits and the new repairs. Not only was it the noises that bothered Empress, it was the being pressed and bound onto what was pretty much a rigid board. The pain of the earlier battle was slowly returning despite the repairs, adding to her soreness. Again, this agitated the already panicked creature. Now there were new noises and sensations to be had. The rumbling of a flier's engines brought tremors through her cot's legs, jolting her frame. Her audios folded downwards, and she grimaced beneath her blinding cloth. The creature groaned and eventually began growling, almost like she was challenging the noise of Whirl's engines. Her vocal complaints were cut short as WheelSpin pushed the berth into motion. With her one good leg, Empress pushed her form upwards. Fortunately for those in the room, her restraints held tight. The darkness that was helping her to remain civil was then suddenly removed. Her optics narrowed to accommodate for the change in light. The moment her vision was able to clear, it landed on the one responsible for the removal of her blind. Empress jolted forwards, snapping her jaws with renewed savagery. Spittle flew forth as her snarling propelled it forwards. When she was free and on her own, anyone that was this close to her jaws often fell prey to her. Before her growling could raise to roaring, a new cloth was placed over her helm. Almost instantaneously her form relaxed against her bindings. Empress let out another chirp before lowering her helm back on to the table. Once again she was placid. Unfortunately for all parties involved, her facial covering didn't block out the excessive shouting. She added to the growing noise by issuing out low growling sounds of her own. Sounds of outside struggling and the scent of fresh energon stirred a more primitive part within her. She was still hungry due to having purged her tanks before being brought in. Empress let out a low howl to protest this issue. WheelSpin Nines Whirl
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RoundUp
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Post by RoundUp on Nov 11, 2017 2:01:25 GMT
The cloth stays on. Exclaimed Round Up after the beasts sudden stirring.
Good thing I'm not deployed, or else I would have been the entree. Added the grey case on Round Up's back.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 11, 2017 2:55:39 GMT
(( Just because this post got such a lovely pair of likes, i will leave the reason for it here, xD haha: "CLIFFHANGER... er i mean i will reply whe i am properly awake." )) When the new stranger spoke, the tone of his voice sounded familiar, but it could've been that it was just one of those, regular types, that fitted with his paintjob and design, or it could be something else. As before Wheelspin did not care much for who it was that was speaking, but would have been quite glad if the car frame took the chopper of his servos. He had already agitated the patient enough with the earlier removal of the cloth, that nearly cost someone an arm as she lunged forward to snap at whichever target came into view. The noise had clearly not been to her benefit, as growls and snarls had suggested, and the continuous noise levels in the room even less so. The last thing he wanted to see was for her to injure herself as before, when she strained against the restraints only to snap her wing with the pressure. When Nines materialised in between himself and Whirl, the arm with his null ray at that time still aimed in Whirl's direction, did not stay up for long. He did not want to shoot the medic, which in itself was an admission that he saw value in the bot and the work he had done on the predacon on the stretcher. He would not interrupt his 'promises' although any that Nines gave, he was not bound by in any way. The other medic could promise all he wished, the patient would be given what was best for her, not what would make Whirl happiest. He did not point out that Whirl only ever saw the Decepticon when she was loaded into the ship, and yet seemed to have developed an unhealthy obsession with her, by the way he acted towards anything in relation to her near or distant future. That he had been unable to notice her hostilities towards him on a few occasions was only the more dangerous for the both of them, in Wheelspin's opinion. With the promise that his cloth would be retrieved he did give some indication of a reply to the old medic, a short, curt nod and that was it. All his demands and requests on what would happen to accommodate the cyclops recieved none of it. He could almost roll his optics when the chopper frame decided to shout discrimination due to his claws and his one optic disfigurement. "It's always you because of your lack of respect towards authority combined with the knack to endangering others with your actions. Claws and unioptic ain't to blame for it." He muttered under the low rumble of his engine. He was still keeping it relatively quiet, and pleasant enough to a sensitive ear, if only for the sake of that very patient that had been growling and snarling and feeling more agitated by the moment. The outburst received a harsh reaction mostly for the shove, but a gaze of irritated indifference about the later action of self harm. "He's your patient, Nines." If Whirl had ever wanted his arms repaired, his claw servos replaced with a better pair, even if a mere autodrone type, he had all the opportunities in the world, on board Regenesis. The massive ship had been well equipped with the machines and materials that would have been suiting enough. But he had never come in and asked for that to be done, never expressed even the slightest interest or want, as far as WheelSpin remembered, so to now cause a scene about them, waving a saw around, was not only silly in the shorter bot's opinion, but also unnecessary and a further agitation, as was shown, of Empress. "We'll be taking our leave now, before this predacon decides to get any more agitated and damages the work we've just completed." He glanced at the energon spilled. "And interested in finding herself a new chew toy..."
His optics turned towards Nines. "..Repair him here." He did not want the blue bot to follow them waving that saw around. That he had not called the autodrones to tackle him to the ground in the duration of those 30 seconds, was kind enough. For his actions he could have demanded his detainment but it was on Nines now. His problem. Nines He flashed a smile in Roundup's direction. "I'm glad you agree." Which referred to the enforcer's frame's exclamation of where the cloth would stay. "Oh...right. " He paused turning to one of the Autodrones that have earlier gone with the ship and still lingered about. "Get the other three and escort the new bot and his talking gunpack to the Prime." The Autodrone nodded and looked at Roundup, after calling a few others to him, perhaps just as happy to be out of the garage as Wheelspin would be. RoundUpAfter that he turned and began to roll Empress out of the garage again. Time to report to Vating. Notify him of the status of the patient, the medic bay, data on their new medic and see what he wanted from him in the first place. He usually thought the worst, before he would think it was something good so he was not looking forward to the meeting at all. Whirl
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Post by Nines on Nov 11, 2017 16:59:26 GMT
Well. Whirl had up and almost sawed his hand off. Nines wondered if the mech was a little unstable with how quickly he put himself and others in danger. During the chainsaw grab, Nines had kept himself well in front of Wheelspin and Empress, intently keeping the patient safe. The prediction's growling was making Nines wonder how sentient the predicon was precisely. She looked just like some of the predicons he'd seen centuries earlier, but she seemed almost as if she only knew how to act like an animal. When the dust settled, Whirl admitted he was hurt now, Wheelspin dragged the patient off to safety, and Roundup was given an escort. Nines gazed down at his newly assigned patient. Nines's first move was to pick up the saw, storing it into his subspace, as he took a moment to decide what to say to Whirl. " Glad you got that outta your system?" Nines asked dryly, kneeling down to heft the mech to his feet, " Alright, off to the medical bay with you." Nines said simply, assisting the mech to the place that repairs ought to have started in the first place. He began walking towards the medical bay as he supported Whirl, trying his best not to injury Whirl's arm any further. A kind Autobotrooper waved at Nines, signaling to the tray full of scratch materials. It would be taken care of. On they went, the older mech in the room musing to himself on how to fix Whirl precisely. " Don't even think about flying to the medbay in your current state. If I'm fixing you up, then you're gonna have to do it my way." The medic told Whirl sternly. ((Next post can be in the medbay Whirl ))
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RoundUp
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Post by RoundUp on Nov 11, 2017 17:22:00 GMT
Round Up followed the autodrones leading him out of the medical bay, Deputy in his case form was observing the condition of the corridoors of metroplex as they left to the control room.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 11, 2017 19:38:25 GMT
Wheelspin left the garage in a hurry, ahead of the others pushing Empress's stretcher infront of him. He had not noticed that Nines did not heed his words and repair Whirl where he stood. Perhaps it was best so, as otherwise he would have certainly had a think to say about that. There was another benefit of the pair (Whirl and Nines) having not progressed all that quickly from the garage and that was, that it bought Wheelspin some time. He did not want Whirl to see where he went, and while Nines and the Prime would be informed, he would prefer if he did not need to repair either Empress or Whirl, because one could not listen to the order to stay away and the other just did not listen to any orders, being as wild as she was mentally. (going to make the Quarantine room thread in a moment, but with this post Empress and WheelSpin are gone from the garage and heading for the Quarantine/holding cell. )
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RoundUp
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Post by RoundUp on Nov 20, 2017 19:14:26 GMT
Round Up arrived in the hangar bay, hopefully the other two Supernova Mavrix and Whirl would arrive alongside him soon enough. From his back, the grey case ejected and transformed with a mechanical springing and whirring, forming the minicon Deputy, who went to sit on top of a crate, dangling his pedes over the side.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Nov 20, 2017 20:28:13 GMT
Earthshaker came into the garage in his mean looking tank form, transforming into his robot mode and stretching.
Ahh missed doing the ol' driving around.
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Whirl
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Post by Whirl on Nov 20, 2017 23:32:26 GMT
"Wonder if I've got permission ta visit da prisoner yet," Whirl mused, "I always say if ya want somethin' doin', ya gotta do it yourself."
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Nov 21, 2017 0:25:24 GMT
Prisoners already? Damn, not bad.
*He snickers softly.*
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Whirl
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Post by Whirl on Nov 21, 2017 0:41:03 GMT
Whirl growled, "She shouldn't be a prisoner," he told Supernova, "We picked her up all injured, and cuz she's scared and not talkin', Sergeant 'I've-Got-A-Gun-So-You'll-Do-What-I-Say' locks her up after he fixes her. If I had twenty minutes with her, I could prove she's sentient. Some of my best friends are Preds. She shouldn't BE a prisoner. She ain't done nothin' wrong!"
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Nov 21, 2017 10:27:41 GMT
( Its Earthshaker Whirl xD Nova's on Eukaris currently )
...Pred? As in Predacon?
Earthshaker widens his optics, turning his head at Whirl. His face looking slightly angered.
Why in all of Primus's name are we keeping Predacon prisoners now? They helped us alot during the first war.
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Whirl
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Post by Whirl on Nov 21, 2017 13:37:18 GMT
Whirl made a rude noise, "How da frag should I know?" he asked Earthshaker, "It's not like I'm a cop any more; how would I know anyting about da law. Or like anybody ever listens to me. Why don't ya go ask Wheelspin? He's da one who figures she should be locked up, just cus she's a bit bitey right now. 'Ooooh, a predacon gets a bit feral when dey're feelin' scared or hurt! Whoever heard of such a ting?!'!" he snarks.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Nov 21, 2017 23:44:49 GMT
I would hardly blame the Pred for being a bit defensive. Though I wouldn't cage it like an animal.
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