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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 12, 2017 7:31:47 GMT
"Mentions of you two?" He arched an optic ridge looking up from where he was about to repair the arm. Well, this didn't sound like something very trustworthy to be doing, sneaking around - why did everybody want to sneak around??? - in the new base. "You will tell me what the purpose of you going about where you were not authorised, is all about." He said his optics narrowing on his patient. If they were Decepticon spies, they would have another thing coming, and it would not be a supply of information on where they can get what. He had a comm at the ready, should reinforcements become necessary. Flare Draft
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 12, 2017 22:18:16 GMT
Backdraft stepped back in fear, not liking the way things were going. "Hey! Leave my brother alone!" Skyflare, however, was almost immediately between his frightened twin and the commands of the medic. "Sorry mech, but your wrong. And unless you can act trustworthy, your gonna get nothing! So back off!" WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 12, 2017 23:04:39 GMT
"The only one acting shady here, is the pair of you. Looking for a data base, snooping and sneaking around?" He rolled his optics. "Shady isn't cool, you know. It gets you killed." He tapped his chinplate thoughtfully and then motioned towards the arm that he was supposed to be fixing. "Would you mind? You're in the way."After that he took a step to the side to go around the overprotective bot. "It would be silly to expect honesty from the pair of you, if you are indeed spies. But I will humour you and hope you are not. Don't disappoint me." He moved towards the arm and if allowed to, would fix the alignment and function of it as well, with a few tweaks and turns at the shoulder joint, and some thorough dedusting where most of the dust had covered him. "....I'm not sure if it's there for certain but..." He gave the coordinates that would take them to the 'Some Random Storage Room' (this thread: transformersgalaxyrp.freeforums.net/thread/2355/random-storage-room?page=1&scrollTo=55009). "Try your luck there." Flare Draft
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Post by Flare Draft on Dec 12, 2017 23:20:41 GMT
Skyflare dragged his brother out of the room once Wheelspin was finished. Just before they left, Backdraft sent the medic a comm.
::We have a strange ability that we haven't seen in anyone else. We're looking for records of this ability to see if we can't find out who and where our family is. I'm sorry to have upset you.::
He then set up a block between the two of them, preventing the medic from comming him back. Then the twins were gone.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 12, 2017 23:28:09 GMT
Wheelspin watched them leave and once the comm was received rolled his optics. He slowly sat down. After some time contemplating the optins he went to get some more of the energon. While the frame required proper recharge, his mind far from wanted it. :: Got a pair of bots coming your way. .. they've been snooping around. Supposed to be Autobots. Just a helm's up. :: He sent to Vating before he turned to walk out of the medbay, more energon in servo. Vatimus Prime
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Post by ShadowZone on Dec 13, 2017 16:35:07 GMT
In walked a tall jet carrying another flier. He had needed some pointing into the right direction to find the medbay, as this wasn't their space ship any longer and the layout was different. However, the autodrones had proved very helpful and it was one of them, that had literally acted as guide to them all the way to here. He inclined his head in a form of 'thank you' before walking on. Without a word he set him down at the closest operating table and then straightened out. "Medic!" He called, glancing around the medbay to see whether a medic was at disposal or whether they would have to wait their turn. He turned to drag another large table closer just so that he could sit down as well. He did not recognise Nines as a bot he knew off the ship. However he seemed to be doing 'medicy' stuff. He did recognise Aquahaze and Diamond, and greeted them from where he was sat. "... Might take a while." He said turning back to his.. well pretty much his saviour because it was very clear he would not have been able to arrive back here as quickly, if at all, if they had not bumped into each other. Vatimus Prime and Nines
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Dec 13, 2017 17:42:01 GMT
Rangefinder nodded in thanks to Shadowzone, his knee was busted up still from the initial planetary insertion. He rested on the operating table and awaited assistance.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 16, 2017 8:39:02 GMT
Well, who would have thought that returning to the medbay would procure further patients to repair. He'd only come here because he had no idea on any rooms that would be free to claim as his own and he really did not feel like looking now. The medbay had rooms, and what was more important, it had berths and tables where he could easily recharge on. Surely they were not meant for medics, but since most of the patients had been taken care of, they could serve as that in an emergency. That, and should there be a need and Nines busy, this would be the shortest way from berth to work he could think of. Well, apparently it had been so short, that it skipped the middle step of actual recharge and went onto the step of, fix it, again. "Hello." He said, glancing at Rangefinder and ShadowZone assessing their damage. Both were much taller bots than himself. "Well...I'd ask what's the ailment, but ..it's clear to see." He murmured with a short exvent. "Who wants to go first?" None of their injuries were lifethreatening, but one had probably the more complicated ones than the other. Vatimus Prime
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Dec 20, 2017 15:48:21 GMT
Rangefinder rested against the berth, "Hello." He rested his bad leg on his good one and gave Wheelspin a shrug, "I don't mind wherever, I'm willing to wait.
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Post by ShadowZone on Dec 20, 2017 19:29:12 GMT
"Repair him first." ShadowZone did not think that he needed to go first, especially as his 'saviour' certainly deserved to be repaired as a priority. He leaned back and rested instead, taking up one of the much larger tables but trying to keep out of the way for the most part.
He took some care not to apply pressure to the parts that were heavily damaged, so as not to cause further injury to them. While he was there he observed the other occupants in the medbay, more because he could, than out of anything else.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 20, 2017 19:33:30 GMT
"Very well." WheelSpin walked closer to the transport flier and began to inspect his busted knee. He left to get some of the materials and a couple of tools that he would need both for replacement and for prying the damaged mechanisms apart as well to remove the overlaying armour first. He applied a shot of null ray to numb it down and had actually warned about his intentions, before doing so. The setting was such that it would, as per usual, do no harm, but would work quickest to make the area impossible to move or feel. With that out of the way he began to carefully remove front cap armour. He made a second scan of the injured part, before carefully moving some of the cabling out of the way as his thin digits moved in to manipulate the overstressed joint wheels. Vatimus Prime
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Dec 22, 2017 16:57:21 GMT
Rangefinder took this all rather well. he just leaned back and let the doctor work, as if he didn't care at all that he couldn't feel his leg at the moment.
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Post by WheelSpin on Dec 22, 2017 20:10:49 GMT
WheelSpin focused on the leg that he was working on and once the bolts, the cabling and the metal that had been damaged was either back in place, bent into the right position or replaced with a better, undamaged material, he turned to the other, minor damage on the bot. He'd mostly taken care of the dents, didn't even ask if he could, just did. Straightening out the armour did not take as long, and he made sure to check the material had not been compromised, as that would mean he would need to replace it instead. This time around it seemed like it could still hold although a comment: "Come back again later, and we might replace a few things, get the paint done new too." Before he continued. It was clear that he was still tired and although he had refueled some earlier, he would still need a proper recharge soon enough. Still he pushed on, intent on first making sure that both patients were fully fixed and in working order and safe to leave, before tending to his own needs. He didn't know when he reached the point of actually being this 'unselfish', and regretted it had happened because it was certainly far, far less good for himself. He exvented after it seems like a good long while and gave a light tap on the bot's shoulder. You're done. Now, once you can start feeling your knee, i'd suggest just.. recharging here this time...but if you are inclined to leave, don't stress it too much. Let me know if it gives any more trouble and......we'll that. He smiled faintly at him and then turned to the 'bigger' project he still needed to deal with. Wings, thrusters, there was a lot of material that needed to be remade, resculptured with what machinery the medbay offered. He wasn't sure how long the other bot would stay, and he noticed a notable decrease in speed of his work. He exvented and took a moment, studying ShadowZone. "You're my last, before recharge." He murmured quietly and then began again. He'd gone back and forth from the big screen, from the press, then the materials that he was bringing or pushing towards ShadowZone on a cart. He'd shuffled around for extra bits , dusted some out, then cleaned them. As with the transport jet, he'd made sure that all material that he was going to use, was in pristine , clean condition and had no signs, microscopic, or more easily visible damage or indicators of subpar conditions. He had thrown a few cables and smaller metal plates away and commented to himself, that he would pick them up and trash them later. When he was done, he waved to ShadowZone to stay or 'something' and then moved t the back of the medbay where he huddled up and slipped into recharge, right there, on the floor. Vatimus Prime
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Post by Vatimus Prime on Dec 22, 2017 20:46:35 GMT
Rangefinder nodded to Wheelspin, "Good to know." He went off to recharge.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Feb 20, 2018 6:44:08 GMT
The Return to Former Glory.**some nice cleaning music, bcause that's all that's happening in this entire post. musics ** The door to the medical bay creaked apart with the aging screech of rolling hinges that caused the feminine figure illuminated by the lights behind her flinch. Finally what felt like ages, the doors opened and revealed a graveyard with gears and gadgets strewn about the place by 'bots that had no right to be touching them. It's spacious ceiling and stretching walls engulfed her, greeting her with the nervous feelings of the past ghosts. Lugging two massive rocket-shaped canisters beneath her arms, the taller frame moved to the closest berthed and gently placed the items down before standing once more to survey her surroundings. It gnawed on her nerves. The pristine shine wasn't.... so glossy as the bay had been on Earth. Things needed a loving touch to bring them back to sparkling condition- and lots of elbow grease. But first, those doors needed some attention. Stellene understood that the commanding 'bots and soldiers were busy, whoever who had been tending to bots while she had been haywire most likely insanely busy- at least they seemed to up date... some things. Anyways.
She approached the wall besides the screeching automatic doors and quietly removed a panel and began to dial a setting into the controls beneath. A shot wire. The vents from her released a heavy sigh as she traced the wiring from the panel, finding one a bit loose. They looked like they needed to be replaced as well...
She spent roughly twenty minutes replacing the wiring and entire control module before replacing the panel, stepping back to see a bit of the first things she had accomplished. The doors parted easily, leaving her to smile in thought. Next.
With swift feet the lithe frame retrieved all sorts of things scattered about and plopped them on berths that needed to be cleaned. Little pieces of frag and debris scattered parts of the floor were hasty work had been done- to that she found an older hand-held vacuum shoved in the corner of a desk and quickly sucked up the litter. Then tossed it into the incinerator. Another sigh. Next Stellene moved to the computer system; which seems to of have been partially updated, but not every system. She had been warned about this. Unclipping a chip from the back of her helm, she inserted it into the system. It would take a while for this to upload... so instead, she went about and reorganized tools; cleaning them off and making sure they worked before replacing them in their desired little homes. This place was enormous- it would take days to get it cleaned up... but- well, it kept her mind busy and made it easier for her to forget being dropped off at Hawaii and abandoned.
The system beeped rapidly at her-
"Done."
Swiftly, the femme moved over to the systems and removed her chip, placing it back into her helm. With a great gust she drew forth, she blew off a fair layer of dust. Some of the screens needed to be replaced from the large cracks that bore their use- but- well, they would serve their purpose for now. With that accomplished, and who knows how much time had passed- She began to march through the massive Bay to the back where there was a hall with obvious doors to rooms. Time to familiarize herself with these.
***rooms Annnd behind door number 1? Looked to be an old operation room. Some of the equipment made her laugh. Door 1-8; all operation rooms... Seeing as the bay easily fit 200 individuals, that didn't surprise her. But Door number 9? And 10? Looked to be the Doctors and nurse's offices. They were still in complete chaos from the hasty retreat. She wanted to keep exploring, but only felt it best to clean them out and reassemble the equipment and furniture... Doors 11, 12, 13, and 14 were all the same condition. Well. Some more time taken there...
And besides a cozy... well, it looked cozy- lounge in the back. All the rooms had been explored. And.. cleaned.
A storage room was to the left as she returned back to the main opening- she dreaded going inside of it...
"Later." She decided.
Stellene returned to the main room and threw her servos upon her jutting hips. The floor was covered in all sorts of dried, filthy fluids from long ago- and not so long ago. Growling, she turned around and stormed off. At this point, it could have been a full day that has passed. But she was dedicated...
It took another hour to get a push-floor waxer to work. This one she liked. First it wet the floor, then it'd dry it... A third time over waxed it.
"Isn't this just dainty. This is going to take me a full cycle of life to clean this filthy-" She continued to grumble as she pushed the thing around.
Arms still shaking from the device- it was finally time to retrieve the canisters she had deposited on the berths. One, once opened- glowed. And it did so beautifully. A sigh of relief and she closed it, then lifted the heavier canister and turned towards the massive energon tanks. There was some in there- just a bare amount, but word had it a new shipment was about to come in. She unlatched a large lighter tube-line and connected it to an opening in the canister. A touch of a button upon the cracked screen, and the energon was deposited. The tank was filled to roughly a third of the way, but it was enough to get by with for now. When she returned to the next canister, she smiled when she opened it. Sitting on the top of a number of items sat a small energon cube that Scaag used to love gnawing on. It was hard plastic coating the liquid. With fond memories, she placed the cube inside of her own storage, then retrieved her personal arsenal of utensils. The more updated, better-working ones she trusted her life with. Now those special items- those she stored away like a squirrel in a private cubby back besides the large system panels.
"Accomplished."
Stellene turned and took in her work, feeling a bit of wear from it all. The walls and berths still needed cleaning, and the panels were cracked, along with dust still remaining upon many of the berths-
But she deemed it worthy for her to remember it now.
And there, her fonder memories returned to her. The ones of when she was just an apprentice, following the Doctors and nurses around like a lost soul, and eagerly absorbing everything. The bay was slowly beginning to feel like home again.
Stellene returned to the central system with a softer smile, dragging a clawed digit upon the lengthy panel before plopping down behind the desk with a sigh and bumping to life the system. The femme choked heavily as she checked the date.
"THREE. DAYS."
She thumped her head against the panel and groaned.
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Post by Nightlock on Feb 20, 2018 15:48:11 GMT
Shadowfire, who had managed to patchwork himself and the accompanying Femme entered the Medbay, god how he hated medbays... his prosthetic claw did it’s best to hold on to the girl’s arm over his neck while his servo hand held his patchwork on her chest, green Energon was all over him, along with his own blue. His torso was a managed wreck, with bits of his spark chamber visible, meanwhile his warmask which he had forgotten to take off was missing the right side, with part of his helm. Dragging both of them in he leaned on the wall, “We have any medical supplies that arnt busy beyond belief?”He asked looking for any flat surface that was able to hold the femme on his shoulders.
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 20, 2018 15:58:06 GMT
((Just an FYI, whomever responds as medic I need to PM them, there is some information in need to share with them regarding brokenspark))
Well, injuries area deep slice in the torso, the equivalent of an eviseration on a human, and her chest has a hole sized Gash in her chest, revealing no spark but the femme still alive. Those wounds would be a 9-10 in the scale, however I still need to tell you somthing about her in PM!))
She also has level 4/5 wounds on her extremities from the bkast of the bombs
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Feb 20, 2018 16:13:57 GMT
It was right when she had smacked into the panel did the doors swing open with a heavy clunk and throw the silver 'bot up from her groan. She jumped up and blinked at the messy pair that entered through the Medbay's doors. Even from a distance they looked to be a disaster. The one the 'bot dragged in was what had made her initially freeze in place when she moved from behind the desk to begin rushing to the front of the bay. Her body stood fairly erect and alert for just a moments notice- then she swiftly continued forwards.
"Yes-" she nearly hissed back as the mech jumped to conclusions, she needed to calm herself before continuing, "everything should be up to date and back online."
Taller for a femme made it much easier to assist patients down to the berth, which is exactly what she did. One arm wrapped around the wounded feminine frame, Stellene grunted and took a step back, easing the crippled one to the berth. Her lenses narrowed dangerously over her optics when she moved to the mech, making sure that assistance was there if he needed it to make it down to two berths down. Once he was lowered, she slathered him in question in a dangerously low tone, granted the rings of anger in her voice were bubbling through and raising her volume just over a whisper.
"What on primus- Who is That?! Why is she not dead?"
Stellene took a step back, waiting for an answer before rushing about like a pirme with a sword. The expression held upon her features were confused with a slim shade of upset- obviously.
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OOC: ****HELLO GUYS!!! Please, in your next post either OOC or IC, list your injury/injuries and on a 1-10 scale their extent. 1 being, just a cut. 10 being, barely conscious and slipping off to death.
---Along with that, if there are any special mechanics on your bot I should totes be aware of, please also include those. I.E.: A cooling mechanic that keeps the frame at tundra temperatures which if, systems go offline, spark begins to drastically overheat and only chilling the mech will return systems to operating level.
IF YOU DO NOT DO THIS: Then I will not, irl, know how to help your character and include it in the post. I'll write about a generic patch job, and we will be assuming Stellene just knew how to fix you.
YOUR CHOICE c: thank you!
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Feb 20, 2018 16:15:06 GMT
((Just an FYI, whomever responds as medic I need to PM them, there is some information in need to share with them regarding brokenspark)) ((Go ahead and tag it to the bottom of your post in OOC!!! I included a little thing for you!))
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Post by Chief Strange on Feb 20, 2018 16:31:03 GMT
((Oh, should also mention because if the gash in her chest, no one can see her decepticons symbol, just an FYI))
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