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Post by Thunder on Jul 20, 2018 5:23:02 GMT
"You have this covered, I put a tracer on Tarn so I'm going after him." He told her, first kneeling and checking his own supplies and equipment.
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Post by Chief Strange on Jul 21, 2018 6:23:11 GMT
"Sure feels like me face took the blast....that's for sure" he responded to her. He grunted a bit as he started, the state he was in was hell and he did not like this one bit.
"worst thing about being a medic that you and I both know well stellene" he looked up at his old friend and smirked a bit before responding. "a medic as your patient......Heh heh, most stubborn patients ever....now you gotta deal with me" even though he was a grumpy old brute, he needed to have a little joke, keep his spirits up. His legs were completely out of commission, so he needed somthing to take his mind off of situation at hand.
He looked at thunder and he spoke.
"I strongly advise against it kid......tarn is not someone to mess around with....."
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Jul 22, 2018 5:56:32 GMT
"Oh- no honestly Ratchet you make a very easypatient... you know when to flinch."
She teased back while she waalready clipping his circuits aand wires. Her lenses flipped to thunder.
"Dont be be stupid. Let Veeron handle Tarn. At least until backup finally gethere."
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Post by Thunder on Jul 22, 2018 6:36:40 GMT
"I know exactly what I'm getting into." He clenched his fists tightly, "He's taken a lot from me...I've beaten him once, I'll beat him again." He was referring to the Tarn of his universe, but still addressing this Tarn with as much conviction and drive, "Besides...I don't work for you."
After a quick dash, he'd transform into his vehicle mode and speed off after Tarn, with the burning desire to take the masked sadist down.
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Nightlock
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Post by Nightlock on Jul 22, 2018 17:34:39 GMT
Shadowfire shouted of trying to grab him but falling over, “The aft head is going to get himself killed! Someone stop him now!” He shouted trying to get up only to fall again, he honestly didn’t know how injures he was
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Post by Chief Strange on Jul 22, 2018 19:05:33 GMT
He made a small faint chuckle at stellenes comment she made.
"yes, well I guess that is true, heh" he then averted his attention to thunder and his comment. His look grew more stern and of slight worry. "Hey kid! Don't rush..." but before he would finish his scentence he had already dashed off. Then night made his comment and his attentioned reverted to him.
"the only one of us able to....is currently fixing my sorry aft. Then she is focusing on you kid.....He wants to get himself killed...it ain't like anyone...can stop him currently....Besides, where ever that bridge took him...is probubly a ways away...from here, it would most likely take him, longer to get there......Tarn might already be gone by then....wether it be by veeron, or fleeing...."
All through out this, Ratchet flinched ever so slightly. And grunted a few times as stellene continue her repairs. However, he was much thankful for her assistance. However he couldent stop thinking about how long it would take till he could even walk again.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2018 19:01:48 GMT
:: Oi, oi. If you Autobots hold any value to your life to anything more than fodder, you may want to get out of Petrex. No point in wasting your lives for a lost battle. You've all got no reason to listen me, but I don't see Vating in a position to lead you lot. So take this as an order from Skyspray's Third in Command. ::
A crack pierced the air in every Autobot's ear as someone hacked into their comms. The voice was masked by static making it hard to distinguish who the person is.
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 2, 2018 17:17:45 GMT
the sound of a revving engine could be heard coming around the corner, followed by the rickety noise of something being dragged behind it. When the car came into view it was already slowing down, careful around that turn since there was a cargo attached to it right behind it. ::Time to head home. :: Was sent to the bots still present at the location. He transformed detaching himself from the cart and walking briskly towards Ratchet. "Hey.. can you walk?" He asked glancing over his frame then towards his own means of transportation. "Not sure we want to risk you transforming." He murmured, giving him another one's over before indicating to Stellene that they would be leaving very soon and to take some of the other wounded as well. Chief Strange
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Post by Chief Strange on Aug 2, 2018 22:04:50 GMT
He heard the car approaching and tried to look over, however it came around the corner and revealed to be Wheel Spin.
"if I could walk I would be doing that by now. Slagging decepticons, because if that bomb I won't be able to walk for the next little bit! And that means I can't help the others that need it either! Not unless you put me in a fragging wheelchair." spins could tell he was not angry at him but at the cons. He hated becoming the patient and needed to help others, he can't sit idly by and do nothing. Repairing and researching was his entire life!
"with support I could possibly hop, can't do much else unless I were to crawl out of this. I'd do more if I could, but that's the best I can offer"
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Aug 3, 2018 3:26:21 GMT
"Where is Veeron and the others?"
The older femme snarled as she snatched up her things from assisting a handful of wounded as she lifted her helm to the racer returning with no one but himself.
"If we're retreating... Are they all dead."
Her tone dropped to neutral before the comm broke through- and she immediately turned into a sour monster that snapped back so quickly it would make someone question her intentions.
:: You listen here you young scrappile- I'm not leaving anyone behind do you hear me?! No one. You can all go home with your tails stuck between your wimpy aftplates. If I have to drag every single wounded member out of here by my cold dying hands then by Primus I'll do it. The bridge is destroyed by means of WheelSpin and the others that sacrificed their lives-- the Decepticons are trapped with no means to cross the sea of rust. But if you want to give up on Petrex-- then when I get back I better see you all doing nothing but reinforcing the base and plans on how we're going to escape off of Cybertron seeing as you all want to bend over and let the Cons take rule. Stallone, out.::
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Nightlock
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Post by Nightlock on Aug 3, 2018 6:23:41 GMT
Shadowfire looked at Stellene he admired her courage as he forced himself to get up. If he wasn’t mangled he would be helping her, dam that con for having a anti aircraft form. If he didn’t maybe Shadowfire could be more useful. “Stellene, there should be some Autobots around willing to help, I would if I wouldn’t just slow you down, try to get back in one piece ya?”
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 4, 2018 21:09:13 GMT
"Veeron is behind me, on the cart." WheelSpin answered indicating the direction briefly before he turned towards Ratchet. "Could you help move ratchet onto the cart. I think it can take the weight of two but quite possibly no more than that."With those words he moved towards Ratchet and offered to help him up and have his arm over his shoulder armour to support some of his weight. He grasped around his waist armour to hoist him up carefully and begin moving him towards the cart if the mech would allow.
He glanced towards Shadowfire. "....at most one of them can hold onto my frame." Which he would have loathed because the potential of them skidding this way and that and scratching his paint would be much greater. Of course he could make another trip back at least and some of those not wounded could help with the wounded. His optics narrowed on Stellene. "We need to get out of here as soon as possible." With that they averted back to Ratchet. "We will get you back to safety first. Once you are repaired you can start helping out with the other injured." He said with an encouraging near rather light and positive tone.
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Post by Chief Strange on Aug 5, 2018 18:35:54 GMT
Ratchet sat there as the conversation over head happened around him. He did not put in his two bits. He wasent in the mood for much talking as of current. However he was soon addressed again by WS and he looked at him and listened, then responded.
"Thanks, I appreciate the effort. The sooner I get more thourow repairs the sooner we can find others to repair them." he stated to him, essentially just reiterating what WS had told him because this was a lot for him to process at once, he was not use to field work, not after him just arriving back from scouring deadens wastelands of battle sites to identify the lost dead.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Aug 6, 2018 2:34:14 GMT
The taller femme turned back to the conversation behind her, ripping her visor away from the impending doom across the wasteland-like battlefield with a low growl. She then focused her optics on the others and leaned to the side, peering past WheelSpin and to the cart.
While the racer helped the older medic, a low groan tumbled from the scraped scrap-heap of metal upon the cart. Sooner or later a larger helm was lifted and a few pops of older creaking joints caused an uneasy shift of motion.
"Wait--- what.... happened..."
The deeper vocals sounded slow, as if flickering back to life after a longer slumber. A slight catch in the voicebox like a scratched record.
"Did... we... win."
The now dusty grey and scraped Caribbean blue frame sort of shifted painfully. Stellene released a low sigh and let her energy flow out of her, realizing they could do nothing when everyone was as wounded as they were. She turned and faced whatever foe met up to them, shooting them down and providing protection to the group.
"Go. Get back, quickly. If I don't come back- don't wait for me. Get Ratchet fixed, help the others. I'll hold them off and provide you all a safe escape to the base."
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Post by Nightlock on Aug 6, 2018 4:52:14 GMT
Shadowfire dragged himself to cover and fired off two shots, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight, and even after all these injuries he was dam sure that he could still be useful in this situation, he was a sniper after all.
————— Twomp threw herself over the large crater with Thunder in tow glaring around and sniffed, trying to find out where to go, she was no good at Directions, but her smell might be of some help if it wasn’t for the fact everything smelled burned.
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 6, 2018 16:24:10 GMT
"We will need medics, when we get back. Your survival is essential here." Wheelspin spoke for both Ratchet and Stellene. "The autodrones can provide cover fire for us, but I need you to take that mech." He indicated ShadowFire. "And get him to safety, if you can carry more in your alt form, let me know, and we'll fit more wounded into and onto you." his ducked down with Ratchet under arm, before he had the medic sit across and atop Veeron on the cart. "Do you need to be tied down or can you hold on?" He asked Ratchet, indicating the cart. He had called out to some of the remaining, autodrones that were not as wounded, or could retreat in an orderly manner while providing cover for them, knowing full well that he was without the rank to give orders, but never the less hoping that they would follow them anyway. "You, big one." he then turned towards Twomp having seen that she reached them as well. "Bring up the rear of our group. Protect that little medic there and follow us." His optics briefly scanned over the form of Thunder. "You can carry him while you do that right?" He was debating whether they needed to look the mech over to see if anything needed to be sealed in an emergency or just head off as soon as possible. He'd have preferred them to scram. Do everything else where they were safe.
"...Wait." He left Ratchet beside Veeron as he walked towards the larger femme. "Put him down so we can seal some of those leaks. He can go through the whole 'revamp' later." He was already bringing out some of his tools and scraps of material to use on the mech. He's weld the tears shut, use some patches of metal, to cover the bigger holes on the cabling and lining. It was a temporary fix that would prevent the leaking, sort of like 'first aid' but on a grander scale. They could start properly fixing him once on Autobot soil.
Hydrax would be their first destination, he'd decided. It was closest, far closer than Iacon. Once they had everybody stabilized they could probably either get some means of transportation in the terms of drop ships, if there would be any left or in existence, or, just drive and fly.
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Post by Chief Strange on Aug 8, 2018 15:43:12 GMT
Ratchet sat carefully where he was put. He looked up at WS as he referred to him.
"The rest of my body is still in tact. I should be fine to hold on. Thank you WheelSpin" spoke ratchet to him. He continued to sit idly while a plan was being formulated on thebdestinstion and when to leave.
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Post by Stellene-StellarStart on Aug 9, 2018 17:45:16 GMT
The sharper tongued femme turned her helm to the colorful racer, then her upper frame- leaving her arm cannon to swing and bluntly point at his helm as he moved to work on thunder.
"I forgot who died and put you in charge of any of this. Please- refresh my memory."
One flinch to the left and she fired the plasma round. It went whizzing past the left side of his helm- maybe the smaller mech could feel the heat of the rapid-fire weapon. There stood the older femme without so much as any expression like an emotionless shell of destruction. She brought her arm back and subtly glared at the lot from a distance.
"I'd rather die than take orders from the likes of any of you."
Her lenses flickered to the racer.
"With that said Someday, someone is going to put you in your place, Kid."
The lithe curvaceous frame neatly turned on her heel and faced her back towards them, disconnecting her Autobot badge and crunching it in her servo before letting it drop with a light clink onto the metal terrain. Where she was headed- no one could guess. She melted near instantly into the battlefield.
---- :: Stellene, out. :: ----
In other shocking events- something stirred beneath Ratchet. Apparently it had been the person Ratchet was sitting on. Groggy and slow in every motion, Veeron made a peep of a groan as his blurry vision watched a fading physique take her leave from the group. A large hand shoved Ratchet's helm to the side-- and ultimately tipping the older white and red mech over for Veeron to struggle free and off the cart. Back to his peddes he was unstable, but standing. Not a word left his voice box. Just an expression of pain before his cyan optics dropped to the ground while his processor began to assess what was happening.
He lost. No, they- lost. And it was his fault.
That realization struck him hard, his spark even ached, so the older gladiator turned. Nothing more than a wounded soldier, and left the group there to their own defenses as well like a stray dog with his tail tucked between his legs. Unlike Stellene however, his path was in the direction of their last stronghold.
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Post by Nightlock on Aug 9, 2018 17:56:32 GMT
Twomp growled the femme was being annoying, and she wasn’t particularly in a good mood, with thunder being pretty much a con, Diamond captured and her being forced to deal with the fallout when the con wakes, she wasn’t in a particular good mood, dropping Thunder infront of Wheelspin, “you are take con, I are cover back, You are no trust anything says, he got Predabot captured, I are take back.”
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Shadowfire looked to Stellene, “Stellene! Primus dam it you bloody selfish aft! Your letting people die for yourself? What is wrong with you?!” He shouted discharging his weapon at her and shouting insults all the way.
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Post by WheelSpin on Aug 9, 2018 18:22:38 GMT
WheelSpin paused, as if not having heard Ratchet's words right. He turned to him, and then nodded in response to his thank you. He smiled at him, brightly, just for that. "Any time, doc."
He'd narrowed his optics when the femme aimed her weapon at him. This again? All he was trying to do was to get them back to safety in as great numbers as possible, together, and then this. His frame froze as a shot whizzed past his helm. Far too close for comfort. Any closer and it might have singed his paint. Behind his helm though were the roof wings, flared out as per usual. The shot did not miss that.
"HEY! WATCH it!" The roofwings, of which in one the shot landed, flared upwards a little more in anger. "Atleast I have a plan! What do you have?... Turning on your own? Desertion? Cowardly way out? You're running away now? Good job! Stellar performance." His gun may have been raised to be trained on her even as she removed her badge and turned her back on them. But rather than shoot, and boy did he want to, he had more important things to worry about right then. The priority was getting what was left to safety. He'd be receiving the usual blame for desertion of someone other, after that.
And then there was Veeron, getting up against his better judgement. Damaged, injured and at least not going the same way Stellene did, but he sure was walking. He rubbed his helm briefly, a muttered curse escaping him.
"...Alright." He looked at Twomp nodding to what she said. " I'll take care of him, Ratchet and ..uh.. " His optics turned to focus on Shadowfire. "What's your designation again? Can you walk? Do you need a ride?" His optics were back on Twomp, briefly skimming towards Veeron. Too few servos that were unharmed but he needed someone to keep an optic out on that mech.
"The big lug. Just keep an optic on him if you can , alright? " And then Veeron, with all his damage, managed to slip out as well. WheelSpin cursed. There went another one. He was almost tempted to shout if anybody else had a wish to 'scram' 'desert' or 'something similar', but held his glossia and rather focused back on the remaining bots even if he was feeling frustrated. "Nevermind... can you move that mech over to the cart. That is, if he can't walk." He meant Shadowfire. In case he could not transform or walk, he could join the rest. All the while he talked, he had been sealing some of the damaged tears and leaks. "I'm nearly finished with him." He was going to go on the cart next along with Ratchet. It would be a good combination too. If his state deteriorated Ratchet could help.
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