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Post by Nines on Nov 1, 2017 3:18:00 GMT
Within the metroplex, power spasmed to a large room where a single stasis pod rested. As the appropriate amount of energon reached the pod, The shell incasing a single mech opened, releasing a miniature hissing cloud into the room.
Nines slammed to the floor, barely able to catch himself as the room harshly echoed the sound of his fall.
"Primus--Frag." Nines muttered as his vision honed out of pixelation after a moment. He looked down towards his lower half, which felt as if it hardly existed. Right. Taking those extra receptors out was---well, I'm paying for it now. Nines tried muttering to himself. His systems were in slow reboot. But the mech persisted, using his hands to shove himself to his feet, until at last he rose to full height. He turned around to look at himself in the glass of his stasis pod, watching as a skeletal helicopter mech looked back. he was not symmetrical. One arm was completely different than the other. While one was smooth and round, it's opposite was angular, ending in a crab-like grabber.
Nines grunted as his helm began to give off small alarms at the various Autobot signatures within the duplex. Going out to explore was tempting, but he noticed how some energon readings were a little fainter than others. Nines ex-haled slowly. He'd be going back to work, it seemed. Even if no one needed repair, he had an entire medical facility to clean up.
::This is Autobot Medic Nines reporting for duty. I just awoke from stasis, and am currently in the medical area. If anyone requires medical assistance then I will be ready. In the meantime--I'll be cleaning this place up.:: Nines ended the transmission. His gaze shifted to the surrounding vicinity. Dusty berths and trays that had yet to be loaded with the proper equipment. Oh the temptations of exploration were indeed powerful, but he knew better.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 2, 2017 6:47:14 GMT
It took some effort to find what was to be dubbed the medbay. He followed the earlier transmission mostly. Once they neared the entrance, the door behind which the alleged autobot medic had recently popped out of his pod, they slowed down. All three transformed, weapons at the ready. Wheelspin's steps were near completely silent as his pedes consisted predominantly of the tyre, with some support at the front. He moved as silently as he could, with the armour's own dents grinding against each other here and there. He paused at the door and the panel that would, when the command was given, open. ::Got anything, Ambassador?:: He was waiting for the visual feed to see what stood behind those doors. He could hear something shift and move, the sounds were repetitive for the most part. Whoever was inside, was busy with something and he wanted to know, what that something was. Nines had said he was cleaning, well, the sounds did match up that description some. He glanced at the little panel at one side of the door. The two autodrones stood at each side of him, their weapons for the moment lowered, even if drawn. They were waiting for an order. Feenixfire Lockheart Nines
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Post by Nines on Nov 2, 2017 15:11:05 GMT
As his helmet continually alerted him of some incoming energon signatures, Nines went on cleaning. He knew the drill. Sometimes, when he woke up folks shot at him, sometimes they thought he was some sorry excuse for a scrap pile, and other times they thought he was some sort of greasy-spy trying to play the part of a 'good guy'. In all scenarios however, people often accepted his help. Nines considered hollering at the door some words about how folks ought to just knock, but he didn't press his luck. He would have plenty of time in the few decades he'd likely remain awake to scold, curse, and slap. Ah, how promising the days ahead sound. Nines mused to himself, as he continued to clean a fourth berth with a rag and some polish. The place was as dusty as Kaon, but at the end of the week Nines would have it so clean it'd shine like a star. Hmm. I wonder how much scrap metal's available around these parts. I'm feeling a need for a foot modification. Nines thought fondly of his favorite metals such as stainless steel and iron. The mech kept his back to the door, not letting any anxiety get to him. Autobots were watching him no doubt. He knew that cameras were in the medical bay. If anyone was looking at his file they'd likely see things like 'war-veteran', 'experienced medic', and 'ex-decepticon'. Nothing too detailed about his past though. He'd always made sure no one had too much data on him. Last he'd checked, anyone who knew jack about him was dead. Which suited him just fine. It left no one to preach heavily biased reviews on his character. I'm sure that'll happen soon enough though. Nines sighed, standing up from the now completed berth. He glanced at the door, before he proceeded onto a small tray with mildly organized equipment. He continued cleaning and organizing. (( Feenixfire Lockheart , WheelSpin ))
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Nov 2, 2017 18:18:42 GMT
":: Lets see, lets see... Hmmmmmmmmmmm ok got some stuff on this mwch. This ain't the first time round the stops for him, war-vertan, but it doesn't say from what war. But his record I do have is glowing with praise on his expertise in the medical field. And lets seee.... I... Oh... it says he's an ex-Decepticon... But how or why... that record is censored.::"
She comms back to Wheel, still watching on the cameras.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 2, 2017 19:47:34 GMT
:: I see. Thank you! If you find anything else, let me know. I'm going in.:: His focus shifted from the Ambassador towards the probable friend or foe. That he was an ex-con did not appeal to the flashy racer. Ex-cons were cons that could go back to being cons. The expertise in the medical field was useful, but, could this one really be trusted enough to allow him to practice? He pressed his servo against the panel and the door swung open. He stepped in, with his two autodrones at each side. He was about to challenge the ex-con, when his optics fell on his frame. He scanned his frame once, scanned it a second time before he spoke. The expression on his face that of ..disapproval. What on earth was this? Stylish? Not at all. It looked like someone had used a magnet and then just had it move across a field of fallen bots and took anything that stuck. Even the colour on the pieces was anything but uniform. He was fine with bots having different or more than one colour, he did after all, but this followed no rule. "......er." Well that was not exactly intimidating but his optics were still on the frame. "What are you, a junkion?!" His nullray stayed levelly pointed at the back of the alleged autobot. He saw what he was doing. It was what he had said over the comm that he was, cleaning. At least he was not a liar so far. "You will forgive me, if I don't welcome you with open arms just yet. See.. can't just trust a stranger who pops up in our medbay to tend to our injured. It would be in your best interest to answer my questions truthfully." "How'd you get here? Why were you in statis? Why should I believe you are loyal to the autobots? How should I even know you are one, and not just pretending to be one?" Some of those questions could not be answered easily but, Wheelspin had been tired by the point he entered the medbay and had not expected the medic to look like he'd been made up of his patient's parts himself. "....And.....what's up with that look?! Can you even transform? Those parts..just.."Feenixfire Lockheart Nines
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Post by Nines on Nov 3, 2017 1:00:31 GMT
Nines didn't lift his helm from his work as an Autobot took a dramatic entrance. Nines did however begin to turn around, rising to full height as the mech began asking his rather inconsiderate questions. I swear, they get more and more rude every time I wake up. Maybe I should start focusing on fixing family ethics as a side job. Who even properly raises sparkings anymore anyways? Nines was wise enough to keep his thoughts to himself thanks to the comforting thought that he wouldn't lower himself to this mechs level of impoliteness---yet. Nines cracked out his pipe from his arm compartment, fitting it into a small nook on the side of his mask so he could inhale through it. " Punk," Nines began, deciding it was worth giving this mech a small piece of his mind after all, " I was there before folks knew there was a Junkion." He let a small cloud of smoke escape the same nook of his mask as he paused. He too was inspecting the mech across from him. " Don't worry. Too late for me to feel welcome." Nines huffed, before letting his visor down so the mech could see his eyes. They were a piercing silver, and held a unique mixture of awareness, yet, they didn't seem to match the age of Nines's chassis or the way he talked. "I came here for rest. I was only going to rest for a few decades, and then tend to the whatever conflict I woke up to next. " Nines glanced longingly at his pod, just like one looks at a passing Saturday. " As for me being a bot, well, I dunno. Being awake for less than an hour often doesn't give too many enough time to prove their worth. Best thing you can do is give me a chance." Nines blew another puff from his pipe, " Put me under surveillance and all that if you must." he shrugged his shoulders indifferently. At the last comment he arched one of his brows. " I actually have no idea if I can. But in my book, there's nothing a little patch up can't fix." (( Feenixfire Lockheart , WheelSpin ))
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 3, 2017 7:36:04 GMT
Wheelspin's optics narrowed as he was addressed but he waited. By the sound of it, this bot was possibly older than he looked, a feat that was impressive in itself. Judging by the design of his frame he must have been an air-swatter er helicopter frame once. The excuse for such design could lie elsewhere. When resources and time was limited, one did take from those who were dead. He would just expect it to be replaced or shaped into something more appropriate as soon as the opportunity arose. There was a design that he could appreciate, although it was probably an original piece, rather then replacement. It was the optics and their somewhat less common colour. "Are you....did you use to be a scavenger?" The question was not meant to offend, and unlike the earlier, had actually been much more serious, inquiring. That he was an ex-con still instilled suspicion though and he was yet to admit to having been one. He kept his null ray trained on Nines. He motioned to the two autodrones to see what was moved and changed. Check the pod to confirm the story of him having come from it and just recently. The whole area could still be rigged to explode the moment enough of their injured were within it and he could not risk that just because he was a little tired. ".. I am not asking you about your skills. I am asking about your loyalty." His engine revved a little louder as if feeling emphasis needed to be put on the last word. "For all I know, you could want to have our injured brought in here so that you can offline them all in one huge explosion." He paused, a plan already forming in his processor, as he asked the next question. "What is your history with the decepticons? Enemies since the beginning? Were you ever one of them? Are you loyal to them now? We've got mnemosurgeons that can check and disprove your story easily." He smiled, keeping his face still at an angle that the damaged cheek plating remained mostly hidden. The tear had not damaged his optic or any of the cabling connecting to it, but it was a close call. "So make this quick and painless and stick to the truth. Yeah?"Nines
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Post by Nines on Nov 3, 2017 19:40:07 GMT
Nines tilted his helm to the side as he sucked in another breath from his pipe. " I've been a scavenger when time's called for it." He nodded, his voice didn't hold too much shame, though there was nothing proud in his pitch either. Nines exhaled from his pipe before placing it down, reaching for his rag to clean the unique looking luxury item. He sighed at the mentioning of him, a medic, using a bomb to kill patients. Still, Nines sustained eye-contact with the mech. " I don't murder. I will kill, but I won't ever do something to that degree." Nines told the slightly younger mech, blinking at the mentioning of the Decepticons. Perhaps the Autobots were going through extremely rough times to be asking this of someone in such a manner. Then again, Wounded mechs and femmes were extremely easy to kill. Still, Nines wished the times hadn't come to this. People being suspected of doing such terrible things. The though saddened him enough for his optics to soften in their silver light by a hue. " The Decepticons were once a faction I served because they once were freedom-fighters back when the Quintessons wanted Cybertron for their own." Nines answered, " The Decepticons rebelled, and I applied myself. Later the Decepticon name was reused for some sort of freedom fighter faction for a lower class I think." Nines rubbed the back of his helm, " I thought back then that the Quintesson war had rebooted, but, apparently we cybertronians could no longer get along to the point where we decided killing one another was best." Nines shrugged, " I went to the 'bots because they seemed like the most descent people. Never officially became one, but I called myself an Autobot." (( WheelSpin , Feenixfire Lockheart ))
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Nov 3, 2017 20:22:29 GMT
":: Can't find anything more, most of his records are censored No idea why, but its not in Cybertronian. I'd say its those five faced freaks language. Wheelspin, give him a break. I don't think he's lying or being dishonest... In fact is there a way I can speak with him? ::"
Feenix comms back to Wheel, she was listening on the cameras to the whole thing.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 3, 2017 20:53:24 GMT
"We will have to remedy that." Vatimus would be notified of the medic and then he could officially become an Autobot, if he was willing. His lightlines have been dimmer than usual and he was aware of that, but he was powering down certain, not really necessary sections of his frame to keep up and about. He listened to what the ambassador had to say and exvented. He was going to aknowledge the bot's words as probable truth for now. Of course that did not mean he would trust him alone in the medic bay. ::You can talk to him once we're back at the garage. Don't leave the control room unattended just yet, please.:: He supposed that once the Prime was back, he could take over in that section and relieve Feenixfire from 'duty'. :: Can you rewind the surveillance recordings of the medical area a bit? Just see if he really came out of the pod and....all that. You know... I am just being careful.:: That was another way to check if parts of this bot's story were true. With such a short amount of time he probably could not have 'faked' it, even more so, as the control room had been just recently started up. Feenixfire LockheartHis attention returned to the medic, his weapon finally lowering. "Alright. For the moment I will pretend to believe you. You can 'prove your worth' by coming along and checking a few patients. We'll go from there." He motioned for Nines to step out through the door and to walk infront of him as they would head for the garage where the patients were. At about the same time he gave a couple of orders to the two guards. They were to check the medbay and find someone who could give it a good thorough inspection to make sure there was nothing explosive to be found within those walls. "...If you end up being one of us...Can we talk about fixing you up? Just a little? At least a uniform painjob? Maybe a little bit of ...nicer kibble? Make sure you can transform without popping something, maybe?" His professional interest shone through. His voice had become more of a pleasant purr, with his engine quietly humming in the background. Nines
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Post by Nines on Nov 3, 2017 22:26:13 GMT
Nines waited patiently for a few seconds as Wheelspin seemed to make up his mind about Nines. The somewhat older mech began to give a weary smile when the other bot gave in some, and motioned for him to start fixing folks. Ah, has it been so long since I've had a crack at the ol' Cybertronian body. I do wonder how much their anatomy has evolved or deviated from when I first saw it. I wonder if there will be any predicons I can have a look at. I've never had the personal pleasure of examining some of the nooks and crannies of their kind. Nines kept the thought to himself, considering how 'con' it sounded. Truly though, he did love the scientific aspects of his job. He made sure to through in a few medical tools into his pack before he began following Wheelspin. "It will be nice to get back to work." Nines stored his pipe away, pretending for the other mechs sake to not be a decepticon. Then the mech up and went to discredit his appearance for the fourth time that day. "We can talk about how terrible my body is and how descent my paint job ought to be if I officially join your side." Nines replied half-heartedly, Not entirely interested in having his appearance be commented on ever other sentence. What was with this guy? Were all Autobots supposed to be super models now? On the other hand, I haven't had a good paint job in a while. Probably worth looking into. Nines thought, before piping up. " Most folks that knew me called me Nines by the way." He introduced himself to the mech, though he knew the other bot had likely heard his com-message. (( WheelSpin , Feenixfire Lockheart Feel free to post first Wheel wherever we're going to. ))
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 4, 2017 6:31:44 GMT
"If?" WheelSpin paused in his tracks and turned to look at Nines. "Your cooperation and freedom heavily relies on you being trustworthy. If your loyalty is put in question so easily, how can we trust you with those who cannot defend themselves?" He was unwilling to sacrifice even one patient to an experiment that might prove fatal to them. Already he was taking a great responsibility at deciding that he would take this medic to the patients at all. He sent a comm to the Prime, to update him on the current state of things. :: Prime, the newly discovered medic is being taken to the garage to check on the patients. He will be kept under surveillance until such time that we are absolutely certain that he is on our side. He claims to have just awoken and to be calling himself Autobot, but has not officially been made one. :: He would listen in for a response, and if Vatimus decided that he should be apprehended rather than helping, he would be there, able to do so. He stopped before they got near the garage, and turned towards Nines. "If you'll excuse me." And he did not wait for an answer as his arm was moved so a scan could begin to trace the medic's frame. It was a reworked type, one he may have obtained through non usual means, but it served its purpose to scan a frame, even if its intention was, to be then able to work on the blueprints, for the upgrades to happen. It wasn't even that he was scanning him with intention to upgrade, he just wanted to make sure that the medic did not carry something explosive within his own frame. He had done it in a hall, where even if it happened, not much would be damaged, saving both the patients and the future medical area with tools. "I'm ...Wheelspin." He added conversationally. "Fastest frame around." He'd have bragged more, but he was tired and he just wanted to have this over with. There were still three more patients that needed checking and repairing. Diamond, Thunder, Vating , when they came in. There was also the predacon that would be arriving, in deplorable state. And with the medics kind of extremely scarce, and work needing to be done never the less, there just hasn't been a point where he could power down. He could complain all he wanted but to what end? Nines Feenixfire Lockheart
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Post by Nines on Nov 4, 2017 17:36:27 GMT
Nines waited as the scans commenced. Wheelspins response to his loyalty was something Nines considered worth an eye-roll. The way Nines saw it, if he had said 'when' instead of 'if', Wheelspin would've likely told Nines something about how the Autobots might not receive a rust-bucket. But life often brought Nines to lose-lose situations with tired mechs, so Nines just put up with it. "Fastest frame around." Nines repeated Wheelspin's claim. He decided it was best to pretend like the mech was. "That's a bold statement. Glad to see Autobots haven't lost their audacity." Nines commented, though his voice had returned to it's casual neutrality. He wondered how many patients he'd be seeing. Considering trust issues, there was a chance that he'd only see mechs and femmes who might not need medical attention as badly as others. Or the reverse. Either that, or he'd be tending to expendable Autobots. Nines didn't really blame the Autobots for not trusting him though. He wasn't one to trust anyone easily either. He'd seen plenty of good people take a turn for the worse. Sometimes he actually wondered if he had. " Loyalty is an odd commodity in this universe. Especially with how much effect words and actions have. I've known at least four loyalists turn away from their devoted paths as they continued their journeys. And yet, sometimes, true-loyalty can be the most ruining thing. For instance, if someone were to have unwavering faith to a cause, they will often grow blind to the errors in said cause--and mark my words. There are always errors. It's the cause with the least amount of errors you want to follow though." Nines said thoughtfully, " On the other hand, it all comes down to your perspectives and what you stand for. What your definition of what you stand for is. Freedom is a general term. Do you mean chaos or simply a collection of rights? If the latter, how many rights and how restricted are those rights? And is it really true freedom at the end of the day?" Nines mused aloud. (( WheelSpin , @feenixfire ))
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 4, 2017 18:08:35 GMT
"It may be bold, but it's true." He omitted the part where quite possibly jets were always going to be faster then cars because they did need that speed to fly, while he was hindered by the road and its friction and it's design. If the ground had been ideal, he was certain he would have reached even more impressive speeds anyway and he was forever striving to quicken his frame and make it good not only in a straight line, but also to stick to the road, when turns were needed to be made. Well the scan was complete and so far there was nothing that he could find that could be harmful to the patients. There were tools that he found, but those would be used for repairs. Good. His shoulder armour lowered a bit as he relaxed. "Look. It's nothing personal.. it's just, spies are not uncommon in this day and age." He listened then to the longwinded musing about loyalty and factions and the problems loyalty could pose. He was preaching to the wrong bot. Wheelspin followed the Autobots just because. He wasn't particularly interested in the cause, let alone obsessed by it. Never the less he remained and did as ordered. "How long has it been since you've repaired your last patient?" He asked as he motioned for him to walk again. This time he was bringing him to the garage, his pace a little quicker than before. They wasted enough time. He hoped Feenixfire would have news that would confirm Nines's claims. "..Right. About those musings of yours. I get it. Any obsession, with anything, is probably bad. Be it the cause, the high grade or ..something. Except when it's speed, or upgrades." He grinned tiredly. "Those can't be called obsessions, but strong interests in the improvement of design and capabilities a frame originally has."In the meanwhile, the autodrones inspected the medbay and once they were certain that there was no danger, potential or otherwise, to the patients, began to clean it up and prepare it for the patients that would be arriving later. The dust was cleared, the beds and operating tables cleaned. They left the tools mostly alone. Those were for medics to prepare and clean up. They could sort and set their working stations best on their own. ((the next post can be in the garage.)) Nines Feenixfire Lockheart
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Post by Nines on Nov 8, 2017 17:18:01 GMT
Nines briskly entered the medical bay, which ironically was empty. Considering all wounded or dying there were in the garage, or the few injured that resided in the command center, Nines found it to be something funny that not an Autobot was stirring in the one place that was designed to be dedicated to their repair.
"Punks." Nines shook his head, deciding that was the ultimate reason anyone wouldn't follow that kind of logic. Sarcasm, cruel ironies and complaints aside, Nines made sure he found a large tray he'd stored away that was full of spare metals he'd collected. While some might have considered it old fashioned, Nines believed fortune favored the prepared, and by acquiring and keeping all the metals he could, and organizing them by alloy, Nines trusted he was prepared for the worst case scenario.
Or in this case a predicon who needed repair and replacement parts asap.
After collecting around twenty different pieces of alloys of metal he knew would work for limb replacement and could be manipulated not the proper design, Nines shuffled off, pushing his tray. He was sure to carry with him some buffers and a few extra tools as well.
"I'll be getting to cleaning and organizing this medbay more." he muttered to himself. The Autotroopers, as disciplined as they were, hadn't organized the medbay the way he would have done it. "Punks." Nines said again, once more heading to the garage.
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Post by Whirl on Nov 11, 2017 17:45:06 GMT
Whirl is being led to the new Med-Bay by Nines. "Everybody always tinks I am gonna do somethin' bad," the chopper complains, Energon running rapidly from wires in his wrist where he attempted to saw his claw off, "At least I don't pull weapons as a bluff!"His left claw is hanging limp from the damage. It shouldn't be hard to repair with the right tools, but it must hurt like hell, no matter how Whirl is behaving right now. "I probably got a better bedside manner, too," he adds.
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Post by Nines on Nov 11, 2017 21:28:06 GMT
Wheelspin had specifically told Nines to tend to Whirl in the garage, but Nines had decided that he'd take the chopper to the medical bay. A pool of energon would definitely cause a bit of a mess, but Nines would clean it up. Nines was determined to fix Whirl where he wouldn't have to make supply runs every five minutes. Plus, the lack of energon might cause Whirl to be a little more docile. Though it could also make Whirl more frantic or antsy. Nines assisted the mech to a berth, where he encouraged the mech to lay down. As Nines turned his back to grab some medical tools. " That scores on one of the top ten most reckless things I've ever seen." Nines broke the silence, " Sawing off your hand and waving around equipment around a barely calmed primal beast is not something I'd recommend trying out again." Nines said flatly, " And punk, don't play the victim card. We only act the way we do because we haven't the faintest idea of what sort of ridiculous shenanigans you're gonna do next." Nines spoke, finishing gathering the tools, metals and any small parts he believed Whirl might need. " Wheelspin wasn't bluffing Chopper. If he was I wouldn't have stepped in the way. He had the look in his eye when he was staring at you, and you had that look in your eye when you interfered. Now hold still." Nines scolded the other helicopter, as he injected Whirl with a small dose of sedative, enough to be rid Whirl of the pain as Nines began to seal off Whirl's gaping wound. first her dabbed the pipes clean from energon as he held Whirl's arm upright, then set to making temporary seals so the energon would stop entirely.
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Post by Whirl on Nov 11, 2017 21:50:50 GMT
"He pulled a gun," Whirl insisted stubbornly at Nines, "Like he thought it would make stuff better. I don't trust 'im around other Autobots if he's gonna pull a gun. out like dat," he snapped his good claw, "You didn't pull a gun. Bet you're glad a' that now."
He relaxed a little at the injection making some of the pain and frustration go away. "For your information, people always point guns at me to make me do tings. Dey been doin' it half my life. An' I don't like it. Den everybody gets all 'Whirl, it's your fault for bein' Whirl. Let's all get at da guy who had his hands and face cut off, cuz he's not a person, he's an object."
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Post by Nines on Nov 11, 2017 22:28:12 GMT
Nines leaned in closely to Whirl 's arm, his secondary visor over his first as he analyzed the broken connection to the claw-servo. A saw normally caused straight and fine cuts, however, Whirl's desperate maneuver to remove his claws had made his arm's inner workings rather jagged. They would need to be cut, and have a few parts replaced then reconnected. Nines began doing just that, pulling out an energon surgical blade, then proceeded to make clean and precise cuts. " Wheelspin was tired. Did you not notice the darkness under his optics? He likely hasn't seen some solid recharge for hours on end." Nines pointed out, " Punk, you came in and began poking around i business that wasn't yours. I know you care about that beast for some reason, but you were very close to causing a lot of damage. Heck, you did. You sawed your hand off." Nines pointed out. His own large claw-like hand steadied Whirl's arm while he finished the cuts, one by one. Whirl's tubing, bones, and cable fibers were now prepared for some small add ons and mending. His claw however---Nines scooped it up, benignant o do the same with it. Cutting, adjusting, being as careful as he could. " You and I both know an Autobot pulling a gun on another Autobot is wrong. But that doesn't mean you should start acting like a child." Nines went on, " As for your claws and eye?" Nines paused, as he narrowed his eyes at the small broken tendons in Whirl's claw. " Lemme ask you this Whirl, if I shot you until you died, would I be responsible for your death?" Nines asked, as he used a tool to delicately tug out some nervous-system wires and extra fibers from the inside of Whirl's claw.
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Post by Whirl on Nov 11, 2017 22:47:07 GMT
Whirl narrowed his optic, "Hey, I'm crazy, Doc, not stupid. I can see a lecture comin'."
He tilted his head, "Okay Doc, so some mean asswipe what is stronger dan you is tryin' to intimidate ya by drawin' himself up real tall, and ya pull out a gun? Now you're bang outta options, while he's still bristlin' with 'em. You're scared with a gun in your hand and he knows you're scared, so he's feelin' even less scared. Turns out dis guy ain't da type ta let himself be intimidated. And he don't like you tryin'. In fact he's nothin' but an absolute asshole. Dat sound like it's gonna end well, Doc?"
He shrugged angular shoulders.
"But sure, have it your way. If you shot me 'til I died, you'd be ta blame."
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