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Post by Chief Strange on Mar 5, 2018 22:42:41 GMT
((Skip me, sorry for the wait. Life got busy Lolz))
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Empress
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Predacon
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Post by Empress on Mar 6, 2018 23:47:57 GMT
Her audials remained flattened, though her gaze softened. There was that expression of curiosity returning to her face plate once more. With a tentative talon, Empress reached forwards for the null ray. For the most part she recognized the device. To her it was something synonymous with the feeling of rest. The predacon's audials snapped forwards at her decipher, and also at the faint voice in WheelSpin's comm line.
Something feminine. Something urgent. Empress couldn't be bothered.
Eventually, the creature came to the conclusion that she didn't want WheelSpin to send her into recharge. She rotated her form so that her side was to him, and rested her helm on her outstretched forearms. Truth be told, Empress was planning on hibernating had ShadowZone not found her. Her slowly forming personality made her out to be somewhat independent.
The predacon's fans began to slow, just as her biolights dimmed. Empress was sending herself into recharge.
((Yo! So I'm going away for a week and may or may not have time to respond. If I'm not back by the time the procedures been done, just say Empress has yet to leave her mini hibernation.))
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Mar 7, 2018 18:34:40 GMT
There was a familiar sound of heavy rounds rocked the entire base as the turrets clapped loudly in their defenses. As quickly as they started- they were silenced. The shouting of a bot spitting venom was muffled by the heavy walls and concealed mpst of the conversation held. The band that had just opened friendly fire retreated to the massive entrance doors and weighted for the comrad to get right up to them befpre they pryed the doors apart.
They opened quickly and allowed a hard gust of cinnamon red sand to blow savagely inside. The bots hid behind the doors to take cover from the full blast of the storm. Steel-blue optics glared through the mess but managed to nearly leap between the opening to allow them to pull the doors shut. When the howling wind was cut short- they stared wide-eyed at a rust-covered frame. Stellene had a light coating of sand from the outside simply from the time she dropped her shield to leap through the doors. Her features were quite irritated.
"S-sorry ma'am-" One of the bots tried to push through an apology before she interrupted him with a hiss.
"What kind of idiot are you. Get me the air-pressured nozzel and I might forgive you centuries from now."
With that hateful tone the nech nodded and the captain introduced himself, and the base. They took her to the main quarters and let her blast whatever component she could with the high air-pressured nozzel to rocket off the few layers of red build-up to reveal her silver metal beneath. She still looked a bit rough. Though her shields and high-grade metal armor were top of the line, she still suffered three dents across her chasis from where rhe heavy rounds impacted the shield. Now in a permanately aggravated mood the commander began an attempt at small talk while he led her through the base and wound down the halls. Eventually- what seemed like enternity from the chatter of the mech- they apparently came to the main doors to their current medbay.
"And he should be in here. Didn't seem him leave yet. Good luck."
Stellene snorted in response as he opened the doors using a keypad. She was greeted by the signature blinding lights any Bay had. Beneath her arms were two large cannisters. She looked a little rough and all sorts of unpleasant.
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 7, 2018 19:20:59 GMT
It looked as though the predacon would not be problematic after all. He did wait till he was sure that she had powered down, and even tested her to see that she could not feel pain, just in case he released a small charge into he area he would work on. It wouldn't hurt, she would probably not have even noticed it, now that she was powered down. With the frame ready, he scanned her again then walked to the machine to work on the 3D model of the smaller frame. Designing legs from scratch was not as problematic when he searched through the database to find something that would be suitable and compared it to the legs that she had left. It was better, improved, of course, and the claws would have been sharper than before, but in all he had tried to stay as true to the original as he could. With the design ready, he sent the data to the press, with the materials injected with the cna, taken from the predacon. He had collected all the necessary cabling, wiring, nuts and bolts, different smaller or larger pieces that he would be putting together to form one and then the second leg. With the press finishing the outher armour, he checked it again, buffed and polished it to specifications. Each of the parts was interlocked, interconnected and checked for the smoothness of motion, which was more important at the base where the 'wrist' of the paw would need full mobility. He heard a commotion up above, and looked up as reports of an incoming seeker were sent directly to him. The firing stopped soon after at the realisation that it was not their enemy, but a member of the Autobots arriving. :: Oh, right. that could possibly be our medic. :: He said though he did not sound too apologetic about forgetting to notify them that she might possibly come. He had not thought she would be arriving this early, and expected her to send someone else in her place. Oh well. He was wrong. He turned his attention back to the legs. They were ready. He glanced at the frame that he still needed to clean, with all the rust and the dirt, and particles so deep under the plating. He was glad that the predacon remained out of it as he really did not wish to fight a predacon to do something that was specifically good for her. :: Right, thank you.:: he responded when an autodrone notified him that the arrival was heading towards him. Even this did not stop him from focusing on the predacon patient. He carefully removed some of the plating and began with a thorough cleanse, starting by the application of a clear liquid which began, on contact, to foam up. It became discoloured where rust had begun to corrode the interior, or where other foreign particles began to grow and endanger the healthy frame surrounding it. The liquid spread past the cabling and wiring within, reaching even the smallest of crevices his normal tools could not. It was better than having to take her fully apart and would do the job just as well. While he waited he could hear the door open. He began to buff out the rust and straighten the armour of the predacon's chassis area the bottom part in general, which had been scraped worse due to her predicament where her legs had been rather lacking. " Hope you cleaned up before you came in. I would hate to have to clean up rust dust out of my tools just because you failed at hygene." He muttered without even turning to greet the other medic. He had his fair share of experiences with them, none too good. Stellene-StellarStart
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Mar 8, 2018 4:20:37 GMT
Disregarding the mech ringing out agitating vocals in her general direction, Stellene made her way past the pair to find a place to drop the large cylinders underneath her arms so she could finally have use of her servos again. Besides one of the berths seemed fair enough. They gave a heavy clang as she practically dropped them down. Her optics passed over the tidy area then fell upon her frame to run over the damages. The outer layers and some of the wiring inside of her frame had been cleaned out fairly well- but she could tell that she would need a deep cleaning when she returned. She was already feeling slightly itchy. Grumbling, Stellene turned her back to the others in the room and unclicked a few larger pieces of her upper extremities that revealed a lightly coated wiring. A roll of her optics and she replaced her plates irritably. Sure she could of have waited for the storm to blow over, but then what? Stand in the medic twirling her thumbs and shrugging to a critically injured 'bot should they enter? Most of them were taking the heat out at the front-lines, presumably by the tasks that this blinding mech was currently dealing with, and very few had come to her personally since her arrival. With their current situation regarding energon levels, she wasn't too upset with that.
Fairly impatient, the silver femme jutted a hip and folded her forearms while watching the cleaning process of whatever operation he had just accomplished. She was hoping for a quick, run-in and run-out situation, and with no other distractions it looked like she would be receiving just that. Maybe it was awkward for her standing there without saying anything- saying nothing since entering- but she was afraid of what might sail out of her vocals. She wanted to remain on his good side if speed was her current priority.
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 8, 2018 19:46:15 GMT
"Could you not wake the patient?" WheelSpin did not stop what he was doing. In fact, he made sure that the whole frame was cleaned and repaired, the dents smoothed out, the scratches polished until one could not see that they even existed and finally the the area around where the new legs were to be mounted, prepped for the operation. One he was ready, he removed the parts of the armour that had been sealed shut to cover up the space which used to have limbs. He freed some of the cabling that had been pinched, wiring that lead to nowhere due to the lack of limbs. He moved one of the legs up to the Predacon and began fusing the wiring of one with the other, careful to match the right cables together. The pain receptors were next, and then the signal transmittors, the energon lines, and finally anything else that was left to seal the leg into place. He moved it several times, to test that none of the wiring was too short or would snag when she walked. He also checked again that the front and back legs could work together and were of the appropriate length. With a few jolts to the part of the leg - that would not be felt by the predacon, but would instigate a direct reaction - he checked whether the connections were fully functional. Once satisfied he moved to the second leg, the process being similar as the first. He glanced briefly at the medic 'oh so patiently' waiting for him. That had been something of a surprise. Normally they would complain, whine, or try to interrupt his work. Alright, intriguing. He turned his attention back to the limb, thinking the predacon more important than filling up those containers that had been brought in. Of course he could have asked an Autodrone to do the job but... let her wait. "Can you make yourself useful and fetch the container, top shelf, to your left. It's paint." He murmured as he fused yet another line together at the appropriate length. He stretched out the limb, rolled it around, then pushed it to fully fold. All seemed to run smoothly and felt alright. He sealed the plate shut without hindering the transformation sequence. "Anything of importance going on at the base?" He did not ask about the Prime, to him, as of currently, that bot was just as good as not existing. Stellene-StellarStart
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Mar 9, 2018 4:45:49 GMT
Remain calm. Remain calm- don't lose it...
Stellene nearly bit her tongue in a literal sense as she regained composure to not flat-out strike the mech with everything she had. This was not her day it seemed. So nothing came in response to his rude snap- she remained silent. Oh but when he called for the paint- her nerves twitched. There was a loud rivet of steam passing through her vents as she stiffly snatched a canister off of the shelf with her sharpened digits, holding the can a little too hard- the fact was that the tips of her claws barely punctured the container- which she silently passed to the mech, with the dents being a little obvious. An urge to whip it at his helm was the demons she currently fought. His next sentence only added fire to her icy steel-blue optics that were narrowed through her lenses and shooting him a hellish glare.
Just getting caught up on my son's death and being forced out to this filth-hole in the middle of nowhere to fill up the energon tanks that you slacking mindless shells have been neglecting.
"Absalutely delightful." She growled.
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 9, 2018 7:10:35 GMT
"Absolutely delightful what? The happenings at the base? I didn't ask how you were, but glad you've been taking all the changes so easily." It was a subtle hint at the prime's replacement. He did not like it, and with every passing cycle he liked it less. Skyspray may have had his strange ways and he may have shot him right through the chassis to get at the enemy, but he was still a fair Autobot. He still fetched his damaged frame after, to get it to the medbay to be repaired. Perhaps he was just far too fondly thinking of the past. His place here wasn't to like it, it was to do as was expected of him, and not a tiny bit more, because all the effort he had put into doing more had only ended him in the present predicament. Of course he would not let the medic know what he had been sent over the comm. Nobody knew, and until it was a public announcement, nobody would. He was here, they were stretched between the tower he had obtained for the Autobot cause, the refinery, he had also fought denta and bade to take from the enemy before they could make themselves at home here, for the same cause and the base, where he had done plenty of the repair work until he went to scout ahead and fight for the first two. But none of that mattered. He took the canister glancing at the damage it had gotten and rolled his optics. "You know.. it isn't a Con, you don't need to strangle it." But then he attached it to the nozzle of an airbrush gun, that he would soon be using on the frame of the pred. He focused one last time on the leg. A few tests more of making sure that it would work, once the predacon came about. They were the same, left and right, obviously, they looked sleek and polished, the claws on all four limbs had been sharpened. He knew that was a dangerous thing to do, in particular as this predacon was unreliable in who it might call its pack mate or master, but she had put trust in him and she had not gone back to the cons. She was nothing more but a beast and she deserved a fighting chance. He gave the top of her helm a very gentle pet. "...You did good." He murmured to her. The last was the coat of paint that would both protect her frame, and to some extent, diminish her visibility on radar and reflectiveness. He did not consider her in need of a flashy finish, just something functional, useful. With that applied in stages, and the tall heater like structures that were placed around her, to help the paint set fully he was finally done. From the predacon in recharge and mostly fixed and ready to fight another day, he turned finally to the medic, sizing her up. "...So you were the one that called about energon? Or is there any other purpose and reason why you've been so kind as to 'drop by'?" He asked, his optics narrowed on her. She did not catch him on the best of days. Stellene-StellarStart
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Mar 9, 2018 16:58:53 GMT
Thoroughly annoyed and fed up with this younger mech already, the image of a small slumbering sparkling curled up against his mother was what helped her remain somewhat sain.
“Unfortunately I came all this way just to retrieve energon from a mech with a bad attitude. Sorry to interrupt your horribly busy schedule.”
The sarcasm in her tone was clearly evident. She was in absolutely no mood to give him any excuse to stall her from her current task.
“So if you could so kindly fill the fragging canisters I would happily leave you all.”
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 10, 2018 8:41:40 GMT
"Oh right." He paused and send a comm to one of the autodrones. ::Come here to retrieve containers. They need to be filled with energon.:: There was a pause after a short inquiry was made by the autodrone. ::Hey, don't complain to me about our reserves being depleted. The base is obviously more important. :: With that exchange finished he glanced up at the medic. "So... while we wait. Anything else you want?... a container of high grade? A few tips on your paint job?" WheelSpin checked with the predacon to see whether she was waking up yet and also on how her coat of paint had set. Seeing that it was not going to rub off he removed the 'heaters' and walked around her one last time before deciding that she was good, as good as his current medbay would allow. Leaning against one of the other tables he looked at the medic. After a short while one of the autodrones came in, took the containers and disappeared once more, joining at the door with a second one so that they would each carry a container instead. Stellene-StellarStart
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Mar 11, 2018 7:12:26 GMT
Of course. She should of have just asked the slaggin' drones to do her chores for her-- but she didn't believe in marching into someone elses medbay and demanding things to be done by the push-arounds. Anyone do that to her and they end up with a canon hole through their helm.
Only an optic-ridge twitched in response. Was he.... insulting her build? Or attempting to be helpful... which ever reason she held her servo out to the gesture. "No, thank you. I've always been fond of true grey coloration, and I will keep to it." She kept her sharpened tongue to herself. The room fell to silence- broken up at times by the Predacon's movement, but- otherwise it was awkwardly so. Feeling the mech's gaze awkwardly pin against her frame and trap her like a caged animal- the urge to throw something almost overpowering her will of sanity- her vocals broke first, making an almost awkward comment. But given his haughty nature, she had a feeling he would no doubt be easy to get started of blabbing about things so she could be relieved of uncomfortable socialization.
"So uhm, Wheelspin is it? Fixed this rust bucket up quite well. Sure there were quite a few kinks to work through--"
She let the end of her sentence hang in the air as the drones retrieved the canisters and left them. Alone. Almost- thank primus for the fixed patient. By now she was willing to injure both of them and fight her way out of her tooth and claw with that energon rather than stand her and talk.
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 11, 2018 13:34:48 GMT
There was silence. It dragged on for a few moments. If Stellene expected the flashy racer however to retort something anew at her, she would be left waiting. He was startled and that was what kept him from giving her more rough times and jabs at her appearance, her presence and her skill. He tilted his helm while his servos were brought to rest across his chassis, careful not to scratch himself, but in an almost contemplative, if a bit cocky pose. It was a semblance of a compliment even if 'quite' wasn't a word he would have preferred hearing. Was it said as a rouse or did she just not know how to pick the words well. He seized her up, helm to pedes, trying to read her before he made a decision to answer. "....Yeah. She suffered extensive damage to her frame last time. Think, falling from the sky, without any semblance of knowledge on how to use those wings and crashing in each and every building in her proximity on the way down. We repaired her mostly at the time, but the Prime decided it was more sensible to just let her go run wild, half finished." It was clear how very much he had not approved of that decision. "..She only had one pair of legs because of the damage, the rest was intended to be replaced, once her systems stabilized and her frame was ready for a more extensive procedure. Everybody wanted to but their helms in when I just wanted to have her locked up in a nice, dark and quiet place..." He looked particularly annoyed by that. "Everybody thought they were a medic all of a sudden." He rolled his optics. He did not wait for her to but in, like some of the other medics he had the 'privilege' of meeting, what he was or may not have been. He did not even care if she would relay his complaint to someone else. "...Anyway." He glanced back at her. "...Of course, dragging her frame around in the rusty and corrosive environment did not do her any good. Needed a full frame cleanse, replacement of some of the corroded modules, wiring, cables, components..." He listed a few things that had to be replaced simply because the environment, the proximity to the ground and the continuous drag harmed the frame. ".. and of course a set of fully functioning, new pair of legs." He had to think about how the new legs would work with the frame, balancing the static integrity, with the plausibility of her frame design for a bot form, even if she had yet to change into anything other than the beast. "I gave her a coat of protective paint. Minimizes scratching, non reflective, gives her a less noticable imprint, should she be scanned for. My design and creation." He looked at her as if expecting her to challenge his decisions. "She's still a beast, but she is learning. Last time she was all violent, this time... she obeyed. She came to this room on her own. Allowed me to repair her, and I would believe, understood what was going to be happening in the first place." He leaned against the table, his optics still on Stellene, although they did not remain there for long. Soon he was cleaning the tools he had used. Each and every one was cleaned thoroughly, disinfected, cauterised where the material allowed it, sharpened, when the blade needed it and checked, before it was stored away. It would was done automatically, but with great care to keep the tools in tip top condition, no matter how often or how frequently he intended to use them. He placed them on one tray, to check them a final time before they would be stored back in either his subspace or some of the various drawers and storage boxes all around his medbay. "Don't remember seeing you last I was at base." He said as the first few of his blades were being stored away. "We've had an influx of.. medics. They come and they go. Some better, some worse. Are you planning to be the one that stays?" Stellene-StellarStart
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Mar 11, 2018 18:21:46 GMT
Hmm... well, that wasn't what she meant to adress with her question but if it made him feel good about himself and got him chatting like crazy- than that worked too. She listened, intently even though a lot of what he said passed through her- until she caught about the prime.
"And the Prime being Vatimus now I heard?"
She shifted her frame work and scraped at a piece of rusted devris that had managed to survive past her power-blasting.
"Heh- Oh. I've been around for some time actually. Before the war I was just a nurse beneath some big-named Doctors from my time... When the war started I finished courses and apprentice-ship and was thrown in as a medic among the great names. Actually when we were supposed to be moving back up to Cybertron- one of my sons didn't want me apart of the chaos leading up tp coming back.... so they put me into a short stasis... Hence why I may need a few details given here and there about what I missed... But yes. I plan on staying for a long time."
She watched and stood a bit patiently- cooling off a bit from the mech.
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 11, 2018 18:33:50 GMT
"Regretfully yes. Skyspray would never have allowed something like that. He was a much better Prime." The young racer and current 'medic' answered with a curt not. The containers would be filled soon and then she'd probably leave. Well it was all the same to him, he needed to finish a couple of things. Check on the state of things and then probably have some rest. "He knew what he was doing, knew the priorities of war, even if there were tough decisions to take." He shrugged. "I mean.... He was by no means without flaw, but...." He glanced at the medic, wondering how well she had known him, and whether she had served under him for any amount of time or whether she had been put into statis before his time. " .. he did not send others to do his job. Did not shy away from a fight, he may have been tough towards us, but I think he ...well I don't know. He was good anyway. He had the qualities of a true leader. And now. This..." He could hear the noise from outside, expecting those to be the drones returning with the energon. "Now...Skyspray's offlined, leaving behind Diamond, a fine fighter too, you know, and his sparkling." He had not been at base since he repaired the arm of the little one. "What's his current medical condition? Is his arm giving him any trouble?" He asked, more interested in his former patients than talking about the 'Prime'. Stellene-StellarStart
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Mar 11, 2018 19:34:06 GMT
The hardened medic's features nearly instantly softened at the praise this mech was giving to Skyspray- a glow of pridr radiantly warming her faceplate.
"Ah- my Son has done many fine things with the time he had with us.... Thank you for your kindness, I needed to hear that."
She tipped her helm and slid forwards from her stiffened position, lifting her servo she flipped a panel back and began to tinker with a combination series on a holo-screen.
"Aquahaze is doing well- I never noticed anything wrong with his arm, actually. I'll be sharingthe care with him and giving Diamond a break whenever she needs it- to lighten the load wherever I can..."
She smiled at the colorful bot, tibkering around with utensils.
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 11, 2018 21:25:23 GMT
"Skyspray.............You are our true Prime's carrier?" He stared at Stellene. He did think she was old, but he had not thought that she was exactly that old. She explained she was before the war though, so that did make sense now. Skyspray, as far as he remembered, was created during the war. "It isn't done out of kindness. What I said, I meant." He answered simply. "...It's not praise. It's facts." The two containers were brought inside and placed onto the table near Stellene. The Autodrones lingered about, waiting to see if they were needed for anything else, or whether they could be dismissed to return to their tasks. "Of course you wouldn't. My work doesn't leave marks or anything to leave you remembering that there was any damage there at all." He paused, he had said that part rather proudly. "But... good to hear he's been doing fine. "He contemplated his options. Vating had been notified about what he found out from the vehicons, had not given any confirmation of it though. He had half a mind to go to the Tower, and another half that said, that was no longer his obligation or responsibility. If the prime did not act accordingly, the deaths would be on him. Of course, he'd be there to fix what could be fixed, repair the bots , and assist in the emergency if needed. His other concern was of course the sparkling and the follow up on his condition. "...I am contemplating heading for base, I need to fetch a few things from there. Would it be too much to ask for a quick ride there. I'll ask ShadowZone to fetch me up to get back faster if needed, but I'd rather leave him here, should there be anything that would need reacting to. ..and I really do not want to leave the predacon alone for when she wakes up. She was pretty fine at trusting him, so I'm not concerned about that." Stellene-StellarStart
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Mar 12, 2018 4:18:15 GMT
"Indeed I am... And yes- You did a very fine job on Aquahaze- had you not I'm not sure you would be standing upright at the moment..." A crooked smile of awkward humor pleased her faceplate as she looked back up at the mech with her amusing statement. Somehow it was a compliment yet a past threat at the same time.
Stellene blinked at his request and then nodded her helm at his interest in returning. She wouldn't be staying long now that her containers had been filled and returned to her. She picked up the heavier cylinders and uncomfortably held them up beneath her arms.
"Of course- If things are fine here I would be more than happy to assist you back to the base as well. I think that storm should of have rolled over now anyways. When I came through the worst had already passed."
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 12, 2018 7:12:36 GMT
"Only the best for my patients." WheelSpin answered honestly. He could not call them clients, since they were generally not being upgraded. He recognised the compliment for what it was, a compliment, and ignored the veiled threat that came with it. He had nothing to fear from this femme, as he would not have done a half afted job on someone, even if they deserved it. He could loathe on his private time, but he would not have sacrificed his professional integrity for something so petty. He could just skip over the perks, and not do them. Like with Empress. If he had still loathed her for what she had done to his face, she would only be repaired to the extent that she was fully functional and good to go, but the sharpening of her claws, the better quality of material for her limbs, that would be more durable in long term, the additional coat of protective paint, none of that would have happened. "Ah yes... It would be wiser that I travel with you anyway. Not sure that you have anything to secure those containers." He studied her frame. "And the energon is volatile enough that it would cost us a medic, if that tipped over and crashed into each other. We can't have that." Not at least when the medic in question seemed to actually have qualities WheelSpin could appreciate. Her work ethic mirrored in the way she had cleaned herself up, after arriving, her frame looked well tended and there was even some details on it that he noted, that wasn't the usual factory make. The more he looked in fact... "I can load them in for you as well." He offered indicating the containers. He glanced towards ShadowZone briefly telling him to watch over their patient and to comm him when she was awake. Empress He then glanced at the newly returned autobot who had been quiet for the most part, and told her to wait there as well. He would be back very soon. She was welcome to some more energon and just to ask one of the autodrones to give it to her, and she was welcome to rest while he was away. Chief StrangeWith that done his attention was back on the other medic, expecting her to reply. Stellene-StellarStart
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Mar 12, 2018 16:46:22 GMT
Stellene shrigged as an amused smile took homeage on her planted face plate at his wording.
"Mm- well if you wish." She shrugged with an amused purr to her tone to the younger 'bot. "It's either energon colliding into me or reactive plasma. Either way it would seem as if I am usually an accident waiting to happen."
The femme waited and observed him scramble around to make sure the fort was held down while he left. Once it seemed like things were settled in the base- she tipped her helm at the mech and began to move towards the exit.
"Ready?"
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 13, 2018 7:19:47 GMT
"Give me a moment, I just need to fetch a couple of things." He smiled. He would not be long, but while he was heading for the base anyway he could take a few things there. He left the medbay, told Stellene to meet him at the exit gates, and disappeared down another hall. It did not take him long, and when he did return, most of the things have already been stashed and stuffed into his subspace. It did not make him look any different, but it would have made him heavier at least, to carry that additional load. "Transform. And I'll put those in. See if I can fit and keep your load from bouncing and rolling around, or, if we will need to secure it in a different manner." His voice remained a pleasant and soft, low purr. Stellene-StellarStart After a moment of thought he commed another bot :: Don't come to refinery, I'm coming over to home patch. :: Saving that one the trip there if.. and hopefully he was, at the base. If he was mistaken though, that hint would probably be enough to tell him to head off back to Iacon as the place that they would meet at. Thunder
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