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Post by Nines on Nov 19, 2017 6:45:46 GMT
" 'Attached' to your arm. Hah, good one." Nines released a bit of a hoarse chuckle as he cleaned up shop. With one last final inspection Nines backed away, sliding his secondary visor up away from his eyes. " I don't blame you though. I've been modified and given replacement parts so much that I'm not sure my innermost energon is the same anymore." Nines took his turn sighing. "Well, thanks for holding still." Nines picked up a medium grade of energon he'd prepared for her on the tray, setting it beside Lightrose. " It's not candy, but it should suffice." Nines nodded, " You're free to go now. You can stick around, or roam where you like. Just watch it with that scar." Nines gave his doctors orders, a hint of a stern tone ringing in his voice when he pointed to her shoulder. He then gazed back to his tools, about to put them away-- When a femme stormed in with a sparkling cursing about something or another. Nines changed the direction in which he was shoving the cart as he moved towards the new patient. He could tell she perhaps wouldn't be as calm or maybe as pleasant as Lightrose, but he knew someone that had gone through a bad day when he saw one. He strolled up to her with the tray. " An arm injury." Nines said aloud, " I wonder if people have forgotten that the valuable parts are in the chest." Nines grunted, recollecting all the arms he'd been repairing in the past few hours. he then looked at her sparkling. A part of him wanted to frown at the sight of the small gun attached to him. He looked back at Lightrose one more time. Cybertronians really did arm and train sparklings after all. " Alright. Before I get started," Nines inhaled, " I might need your Sparkling to sit beside you rather then in your arms. If I'm gonna patch you up, he's going to need to be away from the tools." (( RedOptics ))
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Nov 19, 2017 11:21:55 GMT
The blue sparkling held onto his mother tightly as he was carried in her arms on their way to the medbay. This room was also new, looking very weird. Not many others in there, but that wasn't an issue. His yellow optics darted around, trying to comprehend what was going on. He wasn't really understanding why his mother wasn't very happy, but her arm looked weird. It didn't use to look like that, maybe that was the problem? Would it be better if he patted it? He reached out his servo to touch it but then she put her away from him. He groaned dissapointedly, he just wanted to help. He wasn't hurt in any way, but he liked the attention he was getting either way.
That was when he actually began to focus on the others there. They looked weird, not like him, mommy, or daddy. That didn't put him off though, they all wore the same thingy on them that he had! He smiled up at the other, larger bots in the room and greeted them.
Hi! I am Aquahaze! Who are you? This is my mom!
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Post by Lightrose on Nov 20, 2017 2:13:40 GMT
Lightrose gave nod of thanks to the bot, "thank you for your help" she said and gave a grateful smile as she took the energon, the young femme noticed the new bots who had entered, "are they alright" she asked worried, the concern for the strangers obvious on her face.
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Post by Nines on Nov 21, 2017 17:42:32 GMT
Nines arched a brow at the sparkling. He was one to be good around kids. He often imagined himself to be the kind of doctor that was the transformer equivalent of a scary dentist. Nines cleared his throat as he searched for some spare pain killer that he could apply to the mother of Aquahaze. " I'm Nines." Nines said somewhat uncertainly, not sure how to approach the cheery sparkling precisely, " I fix people. I'm going to try to fix your mothers arm, so that she can be okay." He tried simplifying his speech so that the sparkling would understand. Though maybe he wouldn't either way. Nines was half tempted to remove the gun from the tiny thing right then and there. Guns in the medical bay were bad enough, much less in the arms of someone who likely didn't have a grasp of what death was. Seriously, who in the living name of Primus had armed a sparkling? Nines tabled the questions for later, as he found said pain killer, motioning for the mother to hold still as he injected her with it. Her wounds seemed to already have sealed up, which mean her energon levels were a little low. " Lightrose , They're gonna be fine. Analysis indicates that her arm needs serious repair and reshaping, as well as perhaps some mending of energon lines and the like. As for the rest of her--" Nines stroked his chin, now speaking to the purple seekers, " Let's just say you're due for some serious repair." Nines said, answering the worried Lightrose's question. He began thinking to himself. If Light rose stayed around perhaps she could entertain the sparkling so he wouldn't accidentally get in the way of his mother's operation--and not misfire his gun. But that was if push came to shove. The mother seemed protective of her sparkling, and so Nines would have to perhaps seek a comprimise with her. He continued to address her arm, cleaning it where he knew he'd have to make cuts, or get into her arm surgically. (( RedOptics , Skyspray (Aquahaze) ))
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Post by Lightrose on Nov 21, 2017 23:22:48 GMT
Lightrose nodded after a moment and then sighed softly, "i know that I am only a warrior but is there any way i can be of assistance?" she asked, she was still very concerned for the other bot and her sparkling, "if there is anyway i can help ill be more than happy to do whatever is needed" she said
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Post by RedOptics on Dec 1, 2017 15:24:39 GMT
Diamond settled the sparkling away from her wounds so he wouldn’t try to play with the sparks as she was being repaired. She said little to nothing to Nines, rather unprofessional as a Sergeant but she had her reasons. The fight was still fresh in her mind, it bothered her. Tarn was still alive... If he lived, did Sky live? It was possible, since there wasn’t a searing pain that accompanied their sparklinks... But it was still possible to numb that pain if he knew he was going to die...
No matter. He was gone. Aqua was fatherless. And thought of finding another made her visibly sick, so much so that she wouldn’t even feel her surgery. How could she find him a new father? No one here was fit to be so, no one would be the match Skyspray was. Primus give me strength... She thought, before her better arm held Aquahaze in place.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Dec 1, 2017 18:42:03 GMT
Nines. Nine was a number. He knew his numbers, at least up to... 20? At least he thought he did. He curously observed what the friendly mech did to his mother, but found the whole thing to be a little bit scary. That was a big needle, and he did not like big needles one bit. It wasn't for him though, but it being there made him uneasy. He therefore didn't protest when he was moved to the other side of Diamond, using that side as a protection against the scary needle. He sat there, clutching her arm as his own tiny telsa coils sparked. He was used to them however, so they didn't scare him at all. He wasn't too interested in what was going on, contently sitting next to Diamond but there was something he was: Hungry.
Mommy... Hungry. I get energon?
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Post by Nines on Dec 1, 2017 23:54:41 GMT
Every bit of flak from any wounds was removed, any open injuries were sealed. Nines kept the femme linked to an energon line. She didn't speak, and from what Nines could tell her mind had wandered elsewhere. She had a distant look in her eyes the way so many of his other patients had. He wasn't going to say what her problem was though. A loved one had left her recently; her silent somber eyes a testimony of it. The medic continued on with his surgery: using an energy blade, he commenced the process of removing her battered armor, "digging in' to her limb. While he opened the damaged bicep and fore-arm, he began examining her bone structure even more so. His audios perked once Lightrose offered her assistance, while Aquahaze whimpered for some energon. " Hmm." Nines tried to coach a large piece of shrapnel from his patient's arm. " Lightrose, there's some low-grade energon in the hanger to your left. If the Ma'am doesn't mind, make it available for the kiddo." Nines instructed, gripping the shrapnel shard with his large claw-arm, holding the femme steady before jolting the piece free. No energon splattered anywhere though--it'd dried up long before. Nines gazed at the piece of shrapnel briskly, then with a nod of his head stored it in his sub-space. Back to repairs. He after inspecting her bone structure further, he gave a small grimace. Her arm was wrecked (simply put). He knew he could repair her fractured form, but it would take some time. He began reconnecting her nervous system links as well as the fibers around them. Her bicep's bone didn't need to be replaced luckily, still he'd have to patch up some of her metal. " Also grab me some of the metal that's in the drawer opposite of the energon section. It should be top shelf to the far right. I'll need some good chunks." He told her while he mended more machinery. His voice held slightly less gruffness then it had previously. He felt like he'd awoken in a time where there were loads of very broken individuals. Then again...anyoen who came to the medical bay needed repair in the first place. (( RedOptics , Skyspray (Aquahaze) ))
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Post by Lightrose on Dec 3, 2017 2:06:24 GMT
Rose nodded and got up going to get the low grade energon and got the metal, she brought it over and gave the metal to nines and set the energon down by the sparkling, she sighed softly feeling sad for the two. She let out a soft sigh and was silent then.
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 3, 2017 19:59:45 GMT
It was then that two mechs stumbled through the doorway. The taller of the two had the others arm around his shoulders. He was fourteen feet tall with four green optics seemingly in a permanent glare. The other looked exactly the same except that he was two feet shorter, was different colors, and had two optics that were dark, despite the rest of his biolights glowing.
These were vaguely familiar bots, having been seen around the base occasionally.
"Hey, scrapheap, where's a medic?"
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 7, 2017 13:42:47 GMT
Wheelspin slowly entered the medbay. Glancing around to find the nearest table , or medical berth, it really did not matter, he walked towards it. He did not even seem to care whether there was anyone in the room. He stumbled once more, straightened and paused turning to look in the direction of where the storage section of the medbay was. He was contemplating something. With a quiet exvent, he walked in that direction next. Another stumble, then straightening up, a pause, and then he continued. Perhaps he ought to have recharged sooner. Well, oops. He reached the storage 'cupboard' and opened it. Reaching in he took the first container of energon and pressed it to his derma. The second had gone directly into one of the cables. The visible lines that usually gloved along the back of his frame, began to flicker on again, glowing stronger. With some energy in his systems he began to walk towards the nearest place to sit or lie down. He was sullen. He had been kicked out of helping a patient by those who were not medics. If at least they had been medics, he'd know the reason for their disrespect. But now it came from those who were not in a place to tell how a patient should be treated and that burnt a little worse. He sat down, tipping another container of energon into his intake. Helping selflessly was for idiots. He wasn't even sure when he'd decided to help someone who did more than just scratch his paint. His servo ran across the tear and break in his faceplate and he flinched. There was still some cabling exposed underneath. Some of it even damaged by the horn that he now had in possession. He had thought of returning it, but thought against it now. An optic for an optic, or in this case, a faceplate damage for a horn. He studied his reflection in the mirror of his car door as much as the configuration of his frame allowed him. He glanced down at his arm and the armour where it was dented in. He did see Nines working and should have offered his help again but, he looked like he could deal with it on his own. No need for help. He turned back to his frame and began to detach one of the dented and scratched pieces of armour on his leg. This he began to force into the right shape again once free. And when all the dents were out, and the surface was as smooth and aerodynamic as it has once been, he checked it for any abnormalities which could result in cracks later on. Anything that would weaken his armour. He felt resentful to that day and while a great deal could be down to him being tired, much of it had been because of the treatment and because 'everybody thought they knew best' rather than let him work and then see the results. He studied the armour, when he reached into his subspace to clean it up he realised that Nines had not yet gotten his favourite technocloth back. Great. He would have to make do with what else he had in the medbay, because his second pliant material was now somewhere in that predacon's cell. His engine revved in a growl while he cursed. He knew what he'd do after he felt relatively more put together. Well, there were two options - find high grade and see what happens or go out 'scouting' which meant racing. His got up again, fetched something that would clean the armour adequately enough, and wiped it down. Once that was done, he continued on to buff out the scratches and reapply paint where it was necessary. Once the piece shone and looked as pristine as if it had just been made fresh, he laid it down. He focused on the cabling underneath where the armour had been removed, checking for any dirt that might have gotten in, any particles that needed removing, or even any tears or realignment of his cables and wires, which might end up pulling on oneanother, in time or midtransformation. It was a short while after that thought that a pair of bots entered the medbay. He lifted his gaze up from his armour to study them. They were looking for a medic and he had half a mind to refrain from making it known he was one. With a deep exvent he motioned with his servo to the table next to him. ".....Set him down here. What's the damage?" He asked, doing his best 'neutral' tone as he hurriedly reattached the armour plate back to its original spot. Flare DraftNines
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Post by RedOptics on Dec 7, 2017 22:22:18 GMT
Eventually snapping back into reality, Diamond monitored the energon her little sparkling was taking in, wincing a little at the work that was being done on her. She looked around, as if suddenly confused and dazed by swirling events, but eventually found herself sitting in the realization that she was in the medical ward, being patched up by a medic she didn't really remember the name of, but she didn't bother to ask. "How long will this take, medic?" She asked in a respectful manner, her tone surprisingly soft compared to the serious look on her face. Skyspray (Aquahaze) Nines
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Dec 8, 2017 15:29:13 GMT
Aqua was a little bit cautious when the femme he did not know brought him something. The other nice mech could bring stuff too, right? He was too young to understand that sometimes people weren't alwasy visible when talking. He didn't grasp that Nines had asked Lightrose to give him energon. He slowly accepted the energon and began to eat it. He got most of it in his intake, but he did make quite the mess in the process. He smiled up towards his mother as she looked at him, his tiny servos covered in energon. He giggled a little and reached out a servo towards her face to show her all the energon on it. He thought it was pretty, although others could disagree. He quickly turned his helm when he could hear others approaching, as they startled him. He quickly reached for Diamond and grabbed her arm that was the closest to him for comfort.
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 8, 2017 22:09:20 GMT
The two 'twins' came over to the mech, the red and black one leaning the other against the table, "We were exploring some of the old hallways, when Backdraft here got showered in dust when a vent collapsed over him. Now his optics won't online, and he can't feel his left arm." Backdraft coughed out a cloud of dust. "Also, I think his vents are clogged..." WheelSpin Nines
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 10, 2017 20:25:50 GMT
WheelSpin moved up waiting for the one with the ailment to sit down. He listened to the tale of their little adventure and nodded slowly. "Might have been some of that dust got in between the optic and the connector, once it got loosened by the hit from the fallen vent." He murmured placing his servos carefully on the faceplate as he leaned in closer then used the scan, to check for damage and misalignment of the optic wiring. Just as he was in the process of doing so a ping reached him. The feed was delivered directly to his helm so that he waited while he watched the footage present itself before his optics. ".....Well, that's cute." He murmured mildly amused at what he was seeing. Normally he would have been sounding the alarm out at this point, but it was that bot again. While now comically dressed up and trying to play all sneaky about the base, he was still recognisable as the same one. The same one had been rather intent on explaining how he was unable to aim well, when they had been defending the base and he had been on their side at that time. He had later disappeared and now popped up again. Why he was trying so hard to get apprehended and thrown into prison for alleged spywork though, he could not tell. The loop he had wanted to set up, failed. Of course he would not have been notified of that. :: Monitor him.. but leave him be for the moment. Should he venture close to a location where he could cause actual critical or otherwise unfavourable damage, stop him. Should you think or when you think it necessary, notify the Prime. :: He sent to the autodrone that had sent the ping in the first place. "Alright." He focused back on his patient. "I'll have to tweak a few pain receptors for you first. Then we'll clear the debris, and get your optics online. Your helmet seems to have protected your processor at the point of impact well enough." His narrow, thin digits slid to the side and then hooked under the plating of his helm as they began to make a few necessary tweaks to prevent a violent response when his work was focused on the are around the optics. "We'll have your vents cleared as soon as this is done. Try shifting to secondary cooling systems for now, as I need you completely still for this." Flare Draft
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 10, 2017 20:57:32 GMT
The red mech's wings flared in anger at the "c" word, before detecting the video transfer. "Word of advice, never use that word around me. It won't end well." Backdraft's optics narrowed at Skyflare's temper, before sending an apologetic comm to the medic working on him. ::Sorry about my brother. He gets aggressive when he's worried...:: WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 10, 2017 21:22:50 GMT
"C word?" Wheelspin looked startled, arching an optic ridge at the quick to anger bot. "You mean cute?...if that's the one. Cool your engines, I wasn't talking to you." Though he admittedly had spoken it out loud. Perhaps next time he would have to check not to 'mutter to himself' while around other bots, the commentary, however appropriate to what he might get over the comm, when not shared, could be lead to unintended misunderstandings. "That's alright." He answered the apology with a pleasant smile, the purr in his voice confirming that he held no bad energon against the Skyflare. "We are all a little jumpy lately. As long as he keeps his sharp ends away from my paintjob, he'll be fine." With a small grin his servos slid towards the left optic. He began to clean out the dust that had gotten lodged between it, the faceplate and further under it. With one of the optics done, he realinged - with outmost care - the connections that lead to it. He made sure that they were secure and at full contact before moving to the other optic. He did the same as with the first, using a few tools to 'vacuum' out the dust, while keeping the settings as low as possible, without the hindering of their function. With that one cleared and set, he checked for any damage sustained to the mechanics of each optic itself and its cover. With that finally done he reached back under the helm. A few tweaks later , if all was well, the optics would begin to online again. "How is it? Let me know if your focus needs adjusting."Flare Draft
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 10, 2017 21:36:58 GMT
The optics lit up in a bright orange color as he gently shook his head, indicating no need for adjusting. However he rolled said orbs at the sight of his brother ready to explode. Said fourteen foot tall mech looked about ready to hit something before Backdraft placed a servo on his brothers shoulder. Skyflare huffed and gave Wheelspin a four optic glare. "Don't tell me to cool off, mech." Backdraft returned his arm to his side as his intakes began stuttering before shooting a dust cloud out of the engines on his back. ::Fraggit! I just cleaned those this morning!:: WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 11, 2017 11:06:32 GMT
"I will tell you that and more. Should you present as difficult. This is a medbay and not a play to flex your pistons." Wheelspin answered, sounding unimpressed. He straightened to pull a device that closely resembled both a vacuum of some kind with a much narrower hose. It was bigger than what he had used earlier, but still small and lean enough that the cable would be able to reach the areas filled with dust. He began to clear the vents. "Where were you two going about? That's an awful lot of dust for just one vent coming down? " He had scanned the dust just to make sure that it was not contaminated or some sort of 'rust virus' that could have endangered the whole of the base and himself. "I would suggest keeping to the cleared areas for now. The Autodrones will be clearing out the rest."He moved to the second vent and slid the cable in, starting the same process as before, checking the content of the dust as well as giving the bot a bit of a regular checkup. The arm would be last to see and then the bristling bot, in case he had gotten any of it into his own seams. Flare Draft
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 11, 2017 23:12:45 GMT
"Our business is none of your concern."
Skyflare said this in a dark tone as he ducked away from the medic. Backdraft got up, and the two seemed to have an argument over private comm before the white and blue mesh turned to Wheelspin.
"I'm only going to tell you this because you seem trustworthy. You cannot mention this to anyone.
"We were looking for the main database to see if there were any mentions of-"
Skyflare cut in suddenly, "Unless you have directions, that's all you need to know."
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