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Post by Whirl on Nov 22, 2015 19:56:28 GMT
"High Grand. The Autobot base," Whirl answers Cobalt. He walks over to the small mech and crouches just low enough to look across at him, rather than down, "I don't think it's a good idea for you to be in here, punk. Your buddy's probably gonna die soon."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 21:17:21 GMT
Stellene dropped her welding torch and grabbed the mech by his collar plate, forcing him to rise up at least to her height. She didn't need this.
"Get, out." She snarled in his face plate and shoved him back to the doors.
Stellene immediately turned her back to the mech and allowed him to leave, her calm warm nature was quickly replaced and she scooped Cobalt up again.
"I'm sorry darling, he's always crabby."
Placing the sparkling down upon the Predacon's abdomen, the female retrieved her dropped welding tool and began to fix the main artery leaks. She had to strip off numerous chunks of twisted plates in order to reach them, but her perfected talent made quick work of this ordeal. A few minutes, and she was done. Then an idea popped into her head. She turned to the sparkling with a beaming smile.
"Would you like to help me? Then when your friend here wakes up, you can say that you saved his life."
She walked away and began to push another machine over, though this had large glowing canisters connected to the base. She retrieved two large tubes and approached the sparkling.
"Here, see how his fuel pump is moving funny, right beneath his spark there? There are too round notches on the side, you can't see them because wires are covering them, and there's mech fluid spilled everywhere. We need to replace that fluid, and that's what this machine does."
She moved the wires carefully aside and put the tubes into the sparklings servos, then guided them to the large awkwardly beating pump. The femme had complete control over the movement, and she had the tiny servos connect the tubes into his charis.
"Good job!"
She lifted the sparkling and brought him over to the machinery.
"Now, pull this lever here and watch the tubes glow."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 21:41:31 GMT
The energy runs through the electric systems of Whiteclaw's spark, allowing him to long some mins more, but it isn't enough energy to keep him in the safe zone. The scanner would show the sparks vital signs as weak and oscillating, without any control or order in the repetition of his 'sparkbeats'.
The engines are in silence, even his dual cooling systems which uses to work the whole time. In there is a quiet buzz heard around the White's spark as a product of the energy flow.
(I know, short post, but in there is nothing that a half dead mech can do actually)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 22:24:08 GMT
Something wasn't right. The mech should be improving by now, but the scanners read that his life was ebbing. What had she done wrong? He should be improving! Is his spark too old? Are these machines not as strong as the ones on Cybertron?? She set the sparkling down and slammed down the switch, energon flowed through the tubes, but it Wasn't enough.
"...don't watch." She replied darkly to Cobalt. Turning her frame around the femme opened her abdomen plates. Instead of wires, two enormous radiant blue plasma canisters glowed. SLAGGIT. The femme cried out as she ripped the giant glass spices right from her frame. A spray of plasma mixed with her own energon melted small specks into her servos, they were not as resistant as the rest of her metal. Moaning in pain, Stellene gripped the canister and screwed the top off. She would not allow this mech to offline. It was something she rejected. Pains hot through her entire chassis as she walked forwards, lifting the canister onto the air directly over his spark. She had done this once before, to a broken sparkling that had met his end long ago. It brought him back, it had been too much, the small mech had almost exploded with not even a Forth emptied.
Now she slammed the opened canister down upon his spark. She put her life force directly into the mech. After draining the canister she heard the mechanisms turning, his fuel pump began to slowly start up again, but it Wasn't enough. She allowed a short sob as her energy was too low to allow another outcry. She tore out her second canister, and repeated the process. Enough energon had flowed through, she listened as all of his gears and gadgets began to spin, a little wildly. She wouldn't be surprised if he leaped off the table and ran for miles and miles. Now that she had done such a thing, he'd probably pick up a few of her charming qualities, unfortunately for the mech. Panting, she connected her own tubing to the canisters and replaced them, her frame tried desperately to replenish what was lost.
The femme slid to the floor, she would have to repair herself, but not yet. Stellene wanted to be sure that she didn't just almost kill herself for nothing.
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Post by Whirl on Nov 22, 2015 22:34:34 GMT
"It's okay, doc..." Whirl dusts Stellenne's hands off him, "I don't mind playing Bad Cop. Maybe things are better that way. For a kid, anyway. "
As Stellenne stripped twisted and broken metal off Whiteclaw, Whirl took it off her and crumpled it into a small, neat cube.
" But it's always fun to find out if someone is a fast learner."
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Post by Cobalt on Nov 22, 2015 22:40:17 GMT
((Sorry for the late reply, I was at church))
Cobalt smiles as he was helped by Stellene, and doesn't fight against her actions, though the sight of Whiteclaw's internal structure was a bit disturbing. He was about to push the lever down when Stellene became worried and di so for him. This stressed the sparkling and he began to shift uneasily. Luckily for him he couldn't read health stats, or else he would be in a state of panic. What's happening?! His question goes unanswered for the moment as Stellene begins to transfer power from herself to which, making a mess. Cobalt curls into a ball and shields his eyes, hearing the audible pain coming from the femme. This is so chaotic, he already had so much recently, why does this have to happen.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 23:03:05 GMT
Everything look hopeless, the signs of the White's spark continuous oscillation for a while until it goes quiet. It looks like if Whiteclaw has gone shut down for some seconds. Nothing. Just silence. The scanner was quiet by the lack of spark activity in that small lapse of time. Seems everything was worthless, or apparently the scanners says so.
Inside the Whiteclaw's spark chamber the minuscule fraction of his spark remains quiet until Stellene done her last effort to keep the life of Whiteclaw, even if the possibilities were against both of them. The silence were interrupted by a strange noise coming from the Whiteclaw's insides. The internal cooling system begins to make that strange noise, just like an old refrigrator.
The air aroud him turns cooler and dry. If Whiteclaw body turns cooler than his own environment means he's alive and kicking. The optics gets their red color gradually and one of his servos moves, wanting to hold something. His vision is blurry, but at least he can make a diffrence between the lihts and shadows Where.. where.. am I?
In the oter hand, he notices some odor particles coming inside his nostril, he barelly can feel the smell of Cobalt, the wrecker and the female medic.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 23:13:31 GMT
The crippled shadowed form of the silver bot heaved a sigh of absolute relief. A smile began to light up her features, turning into a quiet giggling laugh at the sound of the mech's voice.
The female surged forwards and scooped up the small sparjling, planting a big kiss on his foehead amd twirling him in a circle. She acted as if she had the energy injected into her.
"What's happening? Your friends waking up, that's what is happening!!!"
Halting, the femme turned with Cobalt in one arm. She then leaned down and fetched up the large mech's chest piece, the only one that Whirl didn't crush, and reattached it with a grunt. She then set Cobalt down on the piece, beaming with warmth and absolute glee.
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Post by Cobalt on Nov 23, 2015 0:17:52 GMT
Cobalt smiled in glee as he heard the good news and was placed onto White's chest. He leaned over and hugged around the predacon's neck. Muffled by the bot, the sparkling spoke to Stellene. Thank you for helping him! His little legs waggled in the air as he gripped tighter. Such a small bot could really only get around the throat of Whiteclaw, so that's all he bothered to cling to. When he finally released from his friend, Cobalt looked at the one that had saved White. What's your name? You never told me.
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Post by Whirl on Nov 23, 2015 0:22:04 GMT
"There, ya see!" Whirl cheers up visibly to the others in the room, "I tell you your buddy's gonna die, and you know what? I'm such a fragging jerk that he lives, just to spite me! And now you feel twice as good as if I'd just told you to hope he'd live, 'cus all that hope was your own."
He looks at Stellenne.
"Now if ya don't mind, Stelle, it's been fun with the near death of myself and others, but I gotta go head out and kill for the Greater Good now."
Also his neck was hurting the hell out of him again. He wondered if he could sneak some painkillers from a medicine cabinet.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 1:52:05 GMT
Cobalt... you there... Are... are you ok? *coughs*
This arms moves in an attempt to grab CObalt and warp him with his servos, but everything he can do with his health status is only to point his servos at the origin of the sparklings smell. A slight smile is drawn in the faceplate of White, he was happy to smell Cobalt again. About the smell of the other cybertronians, he finally recognized the smell of Whirl, a dark thought crossed his mind, but it was vanished in a second. If whirl as in that place it woud mean he was worried for him, or at least he helped with te spark revival. Then, he would memorize the smell of Stellene. Even if he doesn't know her name, he would remember her by her scent. Then, he tried to recognize another smell, but saddly it wasn't anything. He wanted to smell the presence of his fiend. His face turns at them as is vission if getting more defined.
What... what has happened.... and...Black... where's... him... Blackhertz?
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Post by Whirl on Nov 23, 2015 1:58:37 GMT
Whirl shrugs.
"During the course of this war, I've found it less disappointing to assume that as soon as somebody's out of your sight, they're probably dead... Who's Blackhertz?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 2:13:39 GMT
Black..., I think you know him... A bit smaler like me... skinny...
He draws an invicible moustache with index claw.
I can figure in... there aren't many... mechs with moustaches around...
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Post by Whirl on Nov 23, 2015 2:26:21 GMT
"Moustache, huh?"
Whirl thinks for a moment, then shakes his helm.
"No bounty hunting scum around here, Whitey. Not as long as I have a say in it. You're just in the Autobot surgery," he steps farward and starts tapping at Whiteclaw with a pincer and listening to the resulting noises in a manner that's borderline medical, "I wouldn't jump up and head out after him right now if I were you though, after the ass-kicking he gave you."
He pauses and stares at his claws for a few moments, his optic shading into a glare. Then he steps back from Whiteclaw again.
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Post by Cobalt on Nov 23, 2015 3:12:03 GMT
Cobalt finally releases his grip from Whiteclaw and sits on his chest, bobbing slightly. The sparkling was content now that all was well in a sense. And now that Whirl was more upbeat, he wasn't so bugged by him either. So now Cobalt would be, a tiny bot on a large bot, slightly chilled by the internal cooling below him, which was soothing given the burn marks about his frame. How do you feel White? Are you doing better? He asks in a little sweet voice, the voice fit perfectly to the young, naive one.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 3:36:28 GMT
"Oh! I am so sorry about that, little one. My designation is Stellene. I am most honored to meet you." Here voice flowed like liquid gold as she spoke over her own pain. She did a playful bow, then proceeded to clean up after herself, putting the machines back, wiping up the floor, throwing the twisted plates into the incinerator, all while they spoke.
When she finished, the curved femme picked up the little sparkling again, not intending to interrupt their conversation, but to but Cobalt around her helm to be perched on her shoulders; get the view as a tall mech. She pained in her chassis over her recent sparkling loss, so handing this little bundle deeply brightened her mood.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 3:54:06 GMT
I... I think I'm feeling better, I dont feel that nasty pain in my chest, but I'm happier because your ok.
His temperature receptors - or 'ears' tot the rest of people- went down. For a moment he turned his face at Stellene and Cobalt, they looked really good being together. In the other hand, White only brough a bad moment to the little one. He feels sorry inside. Maybe he doesn't have enough guts to take care of a sparkling, or at least, he thinks so after the last serie of event. That spark attack ruined his perceptions of life in many sense. Seems his dream about take care of a familly wont be real after those millions of solar cycles.
Then, he looks concerned at Whirl. He wont belive his words since he has considered Black as one of his few friends, and for some reason, he continue beliving at him as a good person.
He wont do something like that... Blackhertz... he... he's... nevermind...
Whiteclaw didn't wanted to think about that mech, but at the same time he need to do it. Remembering, the thing that got Whiteclaw away from the medbay was a small discussion between the bounty hunter and him, but mostly for a small issue he brought accidentally.
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Post by Cobalt on Nov 23, 2015 4:12:31 GMT
Cobalt had no objections to Stellene placing him on her shoulder, but he did seem a bit worried about her own condition. She looked almost as beat up as White now, and that was a bad sign. You're okay too Stellene, right? The little one was a friendly being with no ill intentions, he seemed to be interested in making sure all was well for those around him. His nature was that of codependence. Cobalt needed someone else, and would nake sure anyone else would be fine, giving him a really kind and loving personality. Being so cared for by the femme reminded Cobalt if his old parents, the one's he had lost or had died, her actions were so delicate and full of kindness, ut was really comforting for the lost sparkling. So he rested his frame softly on the side of her helm, and actually quickly drifted to stasis as he was very tired from his wandering in the depths of Siberia.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 4:27:40 GMT
Her spark warmed with the concern coming from the tiny little mech, causing a low purr to settle itself deep in her chasis. Her tone was soft, much quitter now when she addressed the large mech on the berth.
"Brother, I think it would be better for you to rest, try not to talk too much. Let your body adjust, sink it all in."
Her gait smoothed while she gracefully turned off the machinery, checking the white mech's vitals to make sure he was in the clear, and unplugged him. All he needed now was a good time in stasis. The surgical ward was quiet, for now at least, so she didn't see why he couldn't stay.
Approaching his side, smiling as a soft sound of breathing erupted by her sound receptors. She could hear the sound of the sparkling's body slowed, entering statis. She carefully, and fragily removed him to stick him in a cradle hold as she went to place him in the crook of the mech's arm. "You have such an adorable little son, I will let you both stay here and rest. I'll leave my comm line open to you if you need something, I'll be in the main repair room." Her tone was no more than a whisper. Quietly she turned and forcefully grabbed the back of Whirl's arm, dragging him along.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 6:48:31 GMT
Whiteclaw's 'ears moves up when Stellene mentioned Cobalt as his son. That is everything he would whish right now, but he is afraid to don't be enough to the sparkling. My soon?, I would like to say that, but I need to find any clue for the Cobalt's parents whereabout.
OK, As you say...
Whiteclaw uses his another servo to cover the sparkling. His temperatury body would stay cold, but Whiteclaw tries everything to don't make the sparkling feel inconfortable by his physical contact. He muttered a random lullaby, or least he sounded like that. Even if that makes Cobalt to fall asleep or not, the mech would get into his recharge period after some mins to mutter that song.
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