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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 2:06:47 GMT
"The Recovery Ward. Fairly self-explanatory by the name, this is where patients are sent to rest and recover. While most patients are typically able to jump back into the fray, those who have had more extensive injuries are recommended to rest. This is to allow the patient's body adapt to any new parts or simply to recover after a large amount of Energon loss.
The main area of the large room has a walkway down the middle with numerous berths on either side. Along the back wall are a handful of small, separate rooms with doors that can be closed for privacy, particularly for those who need a long recovery time. The small room to the back-right corner is a dedicated storage area, for quick access to commonly used tools and items, like Energon IV drips.
Silence is recommended while in this Ward, as most patients here are usually resting, but you are not prohibited from talking at a normal indoor volume."
-Excerpt from Doctor Chiro's "A Quick Guide to the Medbay"
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Post by dragaura on Jan 4, 2015 2:33:32 GMT
Chiro entered the Recovery Ward and signaled for Gunny to sit on one of the beds. "Alright, one of three things is going on here." She said flatly as she flipped her visor down, giving Gunny a quick scan for any common anomalies in her system. She then flipped it back up, and crossed her arms. "No problems. And that narrows it down to two..." She exvented.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 4, 2015 2:39:17 GMT
Gunstorm waited as Chiro did her scan, wondering what she meant by "one of three things is going on here."
"What do you mean, 'one of three things is going on here'?" Gunstorm was wondering what Chiro was thinking. She shifted nervously on the bed, she hadn't liked Chiro's flat tone at all.
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Post by dragaura on Jan 4, 2015 2:49:27 GMT
"Well, either there's something terrible wrong with your processor and memory banks, you're pulling a prank trying to give me a pump attack, or, however unlikely it is, you're telling the truth." She stared intensely at the young femme.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 4, 2015 2:57:56 GMT
Gunstorm let out a sigh. This was going to be hard to explain, but there was one way.
"It's a long story... but the easiest way for me to prove that I'm telling you the truth is to show you something." With that being said, Gunstorm abruptly transformed to her human form. Her dark brown hair went mid-way down her back in a braid, and she was wearing a silver western hat, a maroon jacket with a stripe on each sleeve, a dark grey shirt, jeans, and western boots. Her eyes had the same glow as her optics.
"This is my original form. I'm what you would call an reincarnation."
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Post by dragaura on Jan 4, 2015 3:24:40 GMT
Chiro watched with surprise and fascination as Gunny showed her the truth. Chiro shook her helm and exvented, letting her arms uncross and put one servo on her hip joint the other rubbing her "temples" as the humans called it. "Primus help this old bot... I was sure I had seen or heard most strange things in my time. Wonders never cease in this place..."
She then looked back at Gunny with a half a smile and chuckled a bit. "Well, you've proved your point. Reincarnation..." She shook her helm. Her processor was in overdrive trying to figure out how, but she forced the thread of thought aside. Patients were in need of care and she would probably have a chance to find out more later from the femme.
"Right, well, if you were a veterinarian, perhaps you'll be helpful with the Predacons in our ranks. Their Biotech is similar but different than Cybertronians, due to their animal side." She smiled at the femme. "Come on, then, you have a lot to learn."
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 4, 2015 3:41:01 GMT
Gunstorm smiled at Chiro, relieved that she had taken the news fairly well. She transformed back to her Cybertronian form, and had to pause a moment to reset her gravity sensors. It always threw her sensors out of whack every time she went from a full-size Cybertronian to a normal human and back again. She hated the feeling of being off balance, but it was a small price to pay.
"So where are we going first?" Gunstorm asked, unable to contain her curiosity and excitement.
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Post by dragaura on Jan 4, 2015 3:55:47 GMT
"To the lobby. Let's make sure we don't have anyone else to settle in before we get started." Chiro then left for the lobby, a smile on her face again.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 4, 2015 3:59:40 GMT
"Alright, sounds good." Gunstorm followed Chiro to the lobby, wondering who could be in there.
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Post by dragaura on Jan 5, 2015 1:34:27 GMT
Chiro carted Helix and Feenixfire into the quiet Recovery Ward. She chose a spot where there were two beds near to each other and proceeded to gently move Helix to one and Feenix to the other. She then hooked up an IV drip to each, to help restore their energon levels from what was lost from their wounds. Leaving the two to sleep peacefully until the anesthetic wore off, she left the Recovery Ward.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Jan 5, 2015 21:04:48 GMT
(( Love the post in the other thread Drag, you're exactly what we want from a medic )) *Helix was still snoring away, his snoring meaning that the painkiller had worn off. Feenic on the other hand awoke, looked at her son, then jumped off her bed and went off. Now knowing that he was fine and safe.*
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Post by dragaura on Jan 5, 2015 21:20:23 GMT
(( Love the post in the other thread Drag, you're exactly what we want from a medic )) ((Aww, thank you! ^//^ ))
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Jan 9, 2015 18:19:58 GMT
*Helix awoke from his well earned rest and yawned in his wolf mode, opening his bright blue optics. He had transformed in his sleep. He transforms back into robot mode and leaves a note for the medic in thanks. Then heads back to the bar.*
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 17, 2015 18:09:03 GMT
This room hadn't been spared from the painting that the rest if the medbay endured. This room had gotten purple walls and orange was the color of the roof and floor. Scaag was probably in very much trouble now..
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Jan 24, 2015 21:35:51 GMT
*Wild walks into the ward as she looks around for Gearchange. Looking to see if he was back yet from patrol. She stops at the sight of the messy room and growls loudly.*
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Post by Sinn on Jan 24, 2015 22:25:18 GMT
Kryse looks up from she had been sitting half-reclined, slender optical-ridges raised above the optics themselves, which were large, silvery-blue, and almond shaped. Her legs still ache'd dully, but "dull" was something Kryse was more than up to blocking out, especially with her emotional turmoil far surpassing it.
This, however, was enough to pull her out of her self-pity and sadness for the moment. A predacon...? Consult an official source, and it would tell you they were extinct. Kryse and her family had known otherwise, being not-so-normal themselves, but still. A predacon...... They were immensely rare; those who had not been atomized or left to starve, crippled beyond recovery by the Cataclysm, had been hunted to the edge of oblivion in Cybertron's distant past for their different-ness and power. Kryse eyes the femme closely, wings rustling against her berth as she sits up, training her vision fully on the Predacon.
This place, earth, was simply full of surprises.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 25, 2015 4:27:25 GMT
Taggon had been patrolling the halls, after his small nap in the medical bay, he had patrolled the halls so that his systems could warm up. For his first rest in three weeks, Taggon had enjoyed it a lot, and now his wiring needed to be ready for some action, and flexed loosely so that he would be prepared for thus. Taggon at last approached the hallway that was where the recovery ward was around, and as he passed, out of the corner of his visor he spotted the insecticon. So she was alright. Taggon slowed down some, deciding perhaps a brief check-up conversation would be something that could interest him.
If the Autpbots were harboring an insecticon, then Taggon wanted to know what they were dealing with. First glance told him she was not designed for fighting, and that she did not have combat designed armor at all. She was a creature meant to be neutral, not at all something that could hold a gun, or take a heavy blow, or deal one for that matter. Taggon was also not too quick to judge, since his past told him that looks could be deceiving. He approached her calmly, making sure that his jog's clanking would alert her of his coming before he stepped into the room.
"Kryse, is it?" Taggon asked subtly, his servos folding behind his back. He tilted his mask downwards, so that he could have a better look at the insecticon. He was in front of her now, his silver paint job dimly catching some of the light emitting from the ceiling. It was a faint catch, since Taggon didn't apply finish to his paint job often. It was simply unnecessary.
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Post by Sinn on Jan 25, 2015 4:50:07 GMT
Kryse may not have been particularly durable or versed in the bloody arts of war, but she could in fact hold and fire a gun perfectly well, and she had a bit of experience beating back the predators of Helios.
At Taggon's footsteps, her optics rose to him, and she flipped onto her side, curling her legs and bracing her torso up on one arm.
"Yes.... I'm sorry saving my life didn't make enough of an impression."
It was impossible to tell if the comment had been sarcastic or not. Kryse eyes him with the same amiable, if slightly solemn and curious expression as ever. Her wings appearing from behind her back briefly and fluttering.
"What you said earlier, about being a former Decepticon..... You're brave. You told me something you knew would inspire fear and hate, and you didn't need to. Brave and honest."
She eyed him more closely, then her gaze slipped to the side, looking at something else.
"That alone tells me, whoever you were, you aren't him now."
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Post by Taggon on Jan 25, 2015 5:04:49 GMT
Taggon kept a cool, firm posture as she addressed him. He almost wanted to chuckle at her first comment, but her second and third Taggon actually found a bit encouraging, for someone he had just met. Where she lacks in combat abilities...she must make up for with intelligence. Taggon observed, and then nodded back.
"It is a very long story. Even though I lived it, I am not sure if I like it or not." Taggon said calmly, and it was true. Taggon had gone through so much, but throughout his life as a Decepticon, even when he had done a few dark things...Taggon didn't have much regret. He had been serving a good cause back then, but as it had proceeded he had managed to clean himself off, and associate himself with better Decepticons. He had had a purpose, friends, and a name. Three things that any vehicon would long to have. Taggon had resorted to better morales lately, with both vigor and reluctance. It was always strange, being an Autobot vehicon.
"The last insecticons I encountered did not seem to posses the clear intelligence you have. I suppose Shockwave, if you know him, has turned insecticons as I know them into mindless lab droids. I am guessing that you originate from another planet...if you came from Cybertron, you would be different. Even if you came from the Sea of Rust you would look different. Mind telling me where you come from?" Taggon asked, figuring she already knew where he came from. He came from Cybertron. Anyone could take the guess.
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Post by Sinn on Jan 25, 2015 5:20:59 GMT
Kryse looks up at him again, brow furrowing.
"I did not come from Cybertron, but my ancestors did. Every colony has or had its roots in Cybertron, however much, from Velocitron to Gigantron, they may have changed. Your world was the forerunner of mechaniical life in this supercluster."
She slides smoothly into a sitting position.
"When the caste-systems came into effect under the emergence of Zeta Prime, my great grandparents left Cybertron and sought asylum elsewhere, eventually coming to call a distant gas-giant we named "Helios" home. We were one family of only a few dozen to live there..... The population was in the low hundreds."
She steeples her hands and looks down at them, frowning, as if they hold answers.
"We lived in peace for better than a hundred millenia...... Raised families. Made the world our own. Learned. Traded. Watched the stars."
She clenches her servos, voice lowering.
"Then, in the heart of your war, Decepticons came in force for our lives and our resources- desperate, I imagine, for a resupply, having squandered what they had on murder and fighting. We were wiped out or imprisoned, nearly to the last Bot."
She lets her hands drop, exventing.
"I was one of only a couple to escape successfully....
If this "Shockwave" has twisted my kin into abominations, it is another crime to add to a long list."
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