Thunder
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Post by Thunder on Mar 13, 2018 14:46:44 GMT
{OH COME ON! I SPENT TWENTY MINUTES TRYING TO GET FUEL AND AS A RESULT, BECAME EXTREMELY FLUSTERED BECAUSE OF DI--} The comm cut out twice before coming back on, {Fine, I'll see you here.}
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Post by Chief Strange on Mar 13, 2018 17:26:37 GMT
Roulette heard the commotion going on outside. She briefly looked up as she had her arms crossed then back down at spins as he continued his work.
Was not long before the medic showed up, seemed like somthing she should not get her nose stuck in so she kept quiet. Such a long conversation, watching wheel spin work his magic on the predacon that gave her dirty looks was more entertaining than this.
She stood there patiently just listening watching and observing, she was itching to get a word in but she did not want to talk to obviously annoyed medic that it seemed just wanted a quick visit then leave. Once the procedure stopped, Her focus was then set on both wheel spin and the medic that entered the room. They talked about a few things regarding the base then wheel spin turned to her.
She stood up straight when he addressed her, saying to wait here and that she was welcome to energon and such. She nodded, closed one optic and held out a service signifying a thumbs up as she smirked and responded.
"No prob! I'll be here, waiting. Some more. For when you get back Haha!" She said with an upbeat tone.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Mar 13, 2018 18:57:53 GMT
"Alright- Well let's get to the doors first, and it sounds like the storm is pretty much done now." She smiled at the mech and grabbed the canisters with a quick hoist and exited the room. She allowed him to lead the way- not knowing the place that well.
At the doors, the team opened them for the pair of medical units to pass through. Once the harsher climate came into contact with her- a shield was activated that clung protectively to her frame, as if she was wearing a transparent blue skin. She put the canisters down and began to shift until her form was good and locked into the larger first response vehicle. Not bulky or rectangular like the ones on Earth- no she had more class than that. It was smooth, sleek- with a few sharper edges cut into the design.
"Ready, Captain?" Her tone joked over the radio systems as they moved to take off through the rust chaos. The wind was beginning to pick up again- strong.
It was enough for her to be forced into activated a second barrier shield from the front of the vehicle form that stretched further on both sides as she ripped across the terrain with the heavier load.
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Post by WheelSpin on Mar 13, 2018 19:22:53 GMT
"Thank you." He smiled at Roulette. "If she proves to be a handful, ShadowZone will help you. He seems to have managed to calm her down enough to bring her in, so I would assume he can entertain her long enough, till I am back. Have fun!" It would however mean that he would have to keep ShadowZone at the base and have the ride back to the refinery on his own. That was said before, of course he went to the exit and got ready to start on their journey back home. Chief StrangeThe comm received from Thunder made him narrow his optics at ..well nothing, and respond with a :: Show some respect towards the sergeant!:: Meaning Diamond. Thunder That was all he sent though, his focus now fully and finally on Stellene and her mode of transportation. He lifted one of the canisters and loaded it into the ambulance vehicle, pushing it as far in as it could go, and then against one wall, to secure it into place. He lifted the second and did similar to it. Being broadest at his shoulders, he used his pedes to slide and nudge the canister into place. After succeeding in that he carefully squirmed into the vehicle from the back himself. He folded himself with his roof wings shifting out of the way and pressing against his frame so as to take as little space as possible. It was a tight fit, but at the very least, no container would be rolling, tipping or going about because there was no space for it to do so. ::Ever thought of doing a couple of upgrades to make yourself bigger?:: He sent over the comm, sounding amused. Packed like a sardine, he patted the floor as if to say that they were ready to head out into the less than pleasant world outside. At least the storm was over, though the winds promised more rust to fly about. Stellene-StellarStart
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Post by Chief Strange on Mar 13, 2018 21:15:00 GMT
She smirked and winked as she shot him finger guns out the door.
"I think I can handle myself! But if I need it I'll certainly ask! See ya soon Spins!"
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Post by ShadowZone on Mar 15, 2018 13:07:12 GMT
ShadowZone stood silently in the same room as Roulette and Empress, watching the predacon to see when she might come back online. His expression was neutral, neither pleased, nor angry. At best it had really just been blank. If it wasn't for the flicker of his optics, or the fact that they were online, he looked just as good as a piece of furniture, ornamented and painted, brought into the room. WheelSpin had given him the painjob, it was not shiny as that of the racer, but to some extent still not the simple, flat colour. He had not asked for it, but he had not argued against WheelSpin when the smaller racer decided he needed it. He just stood there when he was told to, and once the change was done, accepted it and went on his way. The paint had been more durable, what he realised later on. The rust flakes did not leave marks on it. His gaze briefly left Empress to look at Roulette. To him she was an unknown, someone he met recently, but as far as he had observed, she was fair. After that he returned his attention towards the predacon. Chief Strange Empress
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Post by Chief Strange on Mar 15, 2018 15:23:02 GMT
Roulette turned her gaze to shadow. She noticed he briefly looked at her then turned his attention back to the predacon. She noticed his paint job. Not shiny but still different, it was certainly interesting and if she were to guess the work of Wheelspin. She stood there and admired it for a bit then met his optics again as she asked.
"how much energon does this place have left shadow? she asks curiously, also just trying to make conversation
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Empress
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Predacon
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Post by Empress on Mar 17, 2018 22:00:38 GMT
Empress did not know how much time had passed since she entered recharge, for she lacked an internal chronometer. It was because of this that there was great fortune in her not waking during the procedure. Though now the small beast was regaining consciousness for there were no more outside interruptions.
Her internal fans began to whir, sounding their leave of standby mode. The dim bio lights that lined her limbs, shoulders, and wing joints began to light up and return to their soft, white brilliance. A soft groan rumbled out of the creature's chest as her mind began to stir.
With her white optics partially opened, Empress simply remained on the table, her stubby tail twitching contently.
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Post by Chief Strange on Mar 21, 2018 22:30:30 GMT
She looked at Empress as she started to stir. She tilted her head to the side and got curious as well as bored. She walked over to the ores and sat down on the ground in front of her, she stayed a safe distance away but she still was in front. Watching the ores as she was wakeing up. Empress
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Thunder
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Autobot
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Post by Thunder on Aug 11, 2018 7:06:21 GMT
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All Thunder could do was be carried around; feeling like dead weight. Only a few months had passed since he got into this universe...but to Thunder, it felt like years. He was too headstrong, and because of that Diamond, the femme he tried desperately to fight for, was captured. He bit down on his bottom lip and hold back his emotions.
Tarn beat him today...but he'll end him next time.
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Post by Chief Strange on Aug 11, 2018 20:56:48 GMT
Roulette was still in the refinery. She sighed as it was pretty boreing watching a predacon sleep the cycles away. Then somthing out of the ordinary started.
Some alarm went off, she heard this one before, was the proximity alarm. Someone was in the area. She quickly got up and went over to the main door, grapple chains at the ready for when the door opened.
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Ratchet was holding onto the cart as he was hauled along as well. They were FINALY getting somewhere rather than bickering to one another. He looked forward to see that they were coming up to a refinery. He then spoke to wheelspin.
"Is this where you are more or less stationed WheelSpin?
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Nightlock
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Autobot
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Post by Nightlock on Aug 13, 2018 5:18:16 GMT
Twomp carried the battered Flier threw the landscape before stopping and sniffed, “I are no understand...how this helpful?” She asked, she had assumed that they were heading to a medical bay at Metroplex not a random building in the middle of the see of rust.
Shadowfire just groaned, ”Someone Fragging offline me, I am being dragged around by a Unicron dammed moron, we have have our ranks desert us and this dumbass can’t even get basic thoughts threw her professor!..”
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 13, 2018 13:31:25 GMT
As the doors opened, Wheelspin and the rest had entered. The racer mech came to a stop. ::Taking them to the 'bay.:: He sent to Roulette sounding almost apologetic, that he had left her waiting for so long. ::Keep an optic out as our side files in, just in case anybody followed. Have the door closed and locked, once everybody's in.:: He revved his engine after and then began to lead the way to the workshop and makeshift medbay, where he could begin with the repairs until the ship to pick them up, would arrive. He made no comment to the others, until they reached it. There he detached himself from the cart, transformed and motioned to Twomp to lay Shadowfire on one of the tables available. He wheeled Ratchet and Thunder to the two other ones. He would need Ratchet to help with the injured. As two pairs of servos would certainly work faster than just one, while the other observed. "I'll just check on that one there to make sure, he won't be offlining on us. And if he's good, you're going to be first." He spoke to the medic, the other autdrones appeared to be able to wait too. "At least enough, that you can help the others." He smiled. But Shadowfire's comment made him pause. If someone had enough power to insult and complain, they probably not close to death. He brought some of the supplies that the medbay was equipped with, including spare metal plating, cabling, additional medical grade energon and little bits and pieces of interconnecting metal forms, that enabled smooth function and transformations of their owners. "Nevermind, you're first. He's fine." Over the comm to Sparkflare he sent: :: We've reached our destination. As of currently the patients are in the 'medbay' and we'll start with the repairs while we wait for you. Could you bring some additional medical supplies, spares and cabling with you just in case? ::After that he started on Ratchet and his legs first, making sure to scan his frame so as to make the list of priority repairs from worst to those that could be done at Iacon later.
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Post by Sparkflare on Aug 13, 2018 23:03:28 GMT
:: I’ve sent a team already. They should have some basic medical supplies on them. Should be enough to stabilise anyone in a critical condition. I don’t think they’ll be too long now. ::
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Post by Chief Strange on Aug 13, 2018 23:28:40 GMT
Roulette backed off as Wheelspin commed her. She nodded and responded.
::Sounds good:: she responded.
She watched carefully as everyone came inside then GT the doors closed makeing sure no one followed them inside. After secureing the door she came on over to the medical bag to observe.
Ratchet was wheeled over and let wheelspin work his magic to ensure that he was stabalised so he could help the others.
Ratchet had visible shrapnel in his chest that were in pretty deeps and his legs were COMPLETLY severed nerve and communicative wise, though still attacked to the body.
Those were the main two injuries, the rest were simply flesh wounds that could be dealt with at a later date.
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Thunder
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Post by Thunder on Aug 14, 2018 1:03:00 GMT
Thunder was stablized...and he still, even now, kept a grip on his swords. The black blades attached were broken and chipped, and like him, they weren't ready for battle any time soon. Though like his blades, they could, and still were a little viable for battle...and they wanted to be. Thunder would push himself up, ignoring his damage and his blaring pain. "Have to...save...Diamond..." He groaned.
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Nightlock
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Post by Nightlock on Aug 15, 2018 15:47:04 GMT
“Predabot are no mate with con.” Twomp just said glaring at Thunder, she was fully expecting to be attacked by him for his own mistake and idiocy but it would give her a excuse to offline him for what he did back at the battle.
—— “Shut up! Just shut the Frag up!” Shadowfire yelled as he pushed himself off Twomp and held onto whatever was nearby to keep himself standing, “Are you that Fragging devoted?! What are you a Insecticon?! Diamond is inside the Decepticon prison city, you are not going to be able to get in no matter what! So quite your Fragging crying and whining and screaming and just shut up!! Fragging Unicron kill us now... you are so useless you make Primus shake his helm in disgust! So shut up and think for two Nanoseconds, your not a Fragging hero, this isnt a story, your one of a hundred and right now your nothing but a worthless pile of junk with that devotion and damage! If you arnt going to stop then go die in the scrap yards for all I care, but do not act like you are any better than the rest of us, Tarn will tear you to pieces and you will die for nothing! Nothing! Diamond won’t be any closer to being freed, the Decepticons will still own the planet and you will Be offline, how does any of this help?!?”
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Thunder
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Post by Thunder on Aug 15, 2018 22:21:58 GMT
Thunder heard the words coming from Shadowfire, and it took all the wind out of his sails. He would flop back onto the table and look up into the ceiling.
"I'm useless..." He mumbled to himself. He felt defeated...in every way imaginable.
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 16, 2018 11:52:46 GMT
Oh well. He had basic and above basic supplies already here. He'd been working at the fortification since a few months ago or more. He had just hoped for something extra. They'd be able to make do though. ::Will let the sentries know.:: He shut the comm and turned his full attention to Ratchet, after notifying the Autodrones left in charge of sentry duty and Roulette to expect a ship to be arriving soon.
"Couldn't have some easy injury, could you, doc?" He said softly to the mech. The severed connection lines needed replacement, though it was good news, that the legs remained attached and so, with some additional reinforcement, could stand the use, till they arrived at the medbay in Iacon. He checked how far the damage extended, and clipped the lines above it, before replacing the damaged with new ones. He barely lifted his gaze to look at Thunder, when the mech spoke about how he ought to save Diamond, while barely able to move. He parted his derma to speak, only to hear a lecture come from the unlikely source.
He paused for a moment at the left leg, inserting another of the new lines, rewiring it with what lining had been undamaged. "He's not a Con, Big one. As far as I know." Was spoken to Twomp in a much politer manner. ShadowFire may have been harsh but his words were true. Thunder was damaged, injured and his attempts at heroism served neither him, nor the ones present and waiting for repairs and return to Iacon. There was nothing he could add even as Thunder took on a turn to self pity.
He moved to the right leg after the plating around the tears and damage of the left were bent in position , welded over to give stability. The leg got a similar treatment to the first. Clean up, repair, stabilization before his attention turned towards his chassis. "Alright... I'll remove some of these. But keep the ones that aren't hindering your work, in for the moment." He spoke as he began to work on the shrapnel that he saw problematic. "As long as it is immobilized, it might serve to plug your tears, especially where cabling's concerned. Is that acceptable, doc?" If Ratchet confirmed it, he'd go and complete that too and then let the mech work on whichever patient he chose.
(I think you can start working on one, if you want in your post already. And yes you are getting a more complete repair once we get home! .. XD)
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Backbeat
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Decepticon
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Post by Backbeat on Aug 17, 2018 5:28:03 GMT
The phantom oozes through the cracks in the wall next to Thunder. It reforms into a vaguely humanoid shape, but without any real detail aside from what appear to be green eyes that constantly shifted in size, shape and number. Currently it could only be seen by Thunder, due to it's self described "Multiverse stuff".
Well you look like scrap.
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