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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Feb 1, 2015 9:22:53 GMT
At least it got easier now with the IV going. But the flow was too weak so with a simple thought and some willpower, the flow was increased greatly, much to Sky's delight.
Thanks, Doc. Much appreciated....
He flipped up his battlemask to reveal his face which actually hadn't been damaged at all. The rest of him was filled with bullet holes and claw marks as well as burn marks from very hot fire. Not to mention that his front was covered in energon splatter, indicating that something had happened in the field. The wounds on him that were the worst was the deep claw mark on his back that showed his endoskeleton and the hole in his chest. It was a small wonder that he still kept going after all of that.
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Scaag turned around so that he faced the wall. He still wasn't fully sane but sane enough to keep painting, which he did. There wasn't really anything he could do so it just became various lines on the wall.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Feb 1, 2015 9:34:21 GMT
"You're welcome, Sky. Let me take care of the little one and Ill be right with you." Chiro smiled at him, glad that the medbay was no longer in immediate danger.
She then went over to Scaag and gently picked him up, applying tranquilizer again to calm him down. If the tranquilizer didn't work, she would gently ut firmly hold him in one servo to keep him still while she finished putting all the new wires in place, at which point Scaag should return to normal. She would then replace his helm covering -after fixing the dent- and then begin looking for his missing arm. Upon finding it she would then go back to him and gently reattach it and then fix his legs.
She would then smile at the little mech. "There you go, Scaag. How do you feel?"
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Feb 1, 2015 9:50:04 GMT
Skyspray only nodded and focued on keeping the energon flowing. There really wasn't anything else he could do. To get hom some extra strength, he closed his optics and summoned a picture of Stormgears face. So he had something to focus on and keep him up. He did not long to inform her of what had happened...
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Scaag got sedated and just fell back down, with some slight mumbling going on. He didn't see or hear what happened to him, he was in his own world of pretty colors and funny pictures. When he returned to normal again, he blinked his tiny optics and looked at Chiro who was the first thing he saw.
I feel funny. And I don't know why... Are you my mommy?
He mumbled. Unfortunately for Scaag, some of his memory banks had been destroyed so he suffered a slight memory loss, not that he used to remember things anyways...
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Post by Vampyricon on Feb 1, 2015 9:57:28 GMT
[Are you my mummy? LOL XD]
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Post by Taggon on Feb 1, 2015 14:04:03 GMT
Taggon's wounds had sealed thanks to the last effects of the plasma missile, which Taggon had taken for the most part. The mech lay dead still though. He was alive, and he was a bit awake, but not by much. No groans or moans escaped from his mouth, as he thought about what had happened in FTs. Worth. His helmet had malfunctioned, Skyspray's message had been misinterpreted thanks to the device, Kryse had joined him, he had helped fend off Prediking, and then he had been forced to rescue Kryse. Taggon felt crippled for a moment, as his mind worked slowly, Skyspray would talk to him for this, but it was not like they both had had talks with one another. This would only make things even perhaps. It could have been worse though.
Taggon wearily shut his optics behind his helmet, which was loosely attached to the outline of his face now. Taggon knew not much kept the mask concealing his face, but he knew that no one would take the mask off. Why would they? They had no reason. Unless the doctor decided to take a look just incase, and then noticed his damaged eye. It was repairable, but Taggon preferred wearing a patch then someone working on his face. It was not pride, it was code. Vehicon codes prohibited vehicons from removing their masks, unless ordered to by a superior, or if the war was over.Taggon had broken the code once, but he really didn't want it broken again.
Taggon held still on his berth, his mind switching back to the battle scene. Why hadn't the huge femme just killed Kryse? Why had she been so desperate to get her? Kryse has something that the Decepticon needs, undoubtedly. Taggon thought. Normally, someone would be taking a break, but Taggon had had his rest in the medical bay earlier, when he had been waiting for Kryse to exit. Due to only being online for about three days, Taggon couldn't afford to just sleep now, he needed to think about his next move, and get back up from his berth as soon as the doctor said he could. Priorities: Fix mask. Give Watchman Prime Spy report. Lead Mining mission. Train Diamond. All the while, keeping track of Stomrgear, for General Skyspray's sake, and Kryse, since she obviously cannot keep herself out of trouble. Taggon paused. The fair insecitcon also held a few explanations for some of his questions, so if he could, he would squeeze that in. Taggon still hadn't moved an inch, awaiting the small discussion that Skyspray would definitely have with him.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Feb 1, 2015 16:02:19 GMT
He noticed that the vehicon under his servo appeared to be awake. He didn't move but he felt like if the body was active anyways.
Well, look what happened here. You are laying on a berth, almost blown to scraps, pretty much only alive because of the IV drip and me. Although I can't really say that I'm sorry for you. I sent the comm to inform the medics that we would have wounded returning and to request a groundbridge, not to get reinforcements. And then, out in the field when I told you to retreat, did you do it? No, you did not. And that resulted in you laying here. But that is not the worst part, the worst part is that you also brought an innocent into the battle, who also got damaged and is laying next to you. I would not advise doing that again, as I did inform you of what we were fighting. If you have forgotten, let me tell you..
We were fighting a giant dragon with the power to tear bots to pieces, as my back can show proof of. We were also fighting a big bird and what seemed to be a maniac, which captured one of our own. A constructicon showed up too but... He didn't last long. They were never that strong alone. A femme who fought Riptide and Sydrone, also a threat. And to top it off there was an Apocalypticon too, namely Quaketread if I remember correctly. Now you may wonder what is so special about them, and I will answer that question. They are a team of decepticons who are very powerful and don't care about who gets in their way. I heard a lot about them when I still was a decepticon, they seemed... Odd. At least I thought so. I can't remember if I saw them in action, it was a long time ago but by the stories I was told, I didn't want to end up on their bad side. Not that I care now but..... Their name indicates what they are all about. Oh, and then we had that femme with her vehicons in the end, she who fired the rocket that sent you into your current situation. I want you to remember that next time I ask or order something, I do it because I know about the consequenses, most of the time. So then the best thing is to do as your told instead of going on a rescue mission which only ends in you getting damaged. Understand?
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Feb 1, 2015 18:27:47 GMT
Chiro had done her best to keep him the same but it seemed that there was some damage that she could not repair. She didn't know to what extent the apparent memory damage was and she felt terrible. Though she reminded herself that memory damage was one of the most difficult things to fix to begin with.
Then came the matter of the question. Yes, he was a trouble maker, yes, he got on her nerves, but the little mech was young and didn't know any better. And now, he clearly knew even less. She exvented but then smiled at the little mech. "You'll be ok, Scaag. I didn't make you, so I'm not your mommy directly, but I will take care of you." She picked up the little grenade mech and set him on her shoulder. "Now, we have some injured to take care of." She cleaned up the area of the little mess she made while fixing Scaag before turning to address the three patients who were there.
She noted that Sky was reprimanding Taggon and quietly gathered the tools and supplies needed to repair the one who did make Scaag. More importantly though, she cleaned off the paint from her visor. She needed it.
When Sky finished with his lecture, Chiro came over. "If you're done for now, I need to do my work. You two can discuss these matters elsewhere later in time." Arguments did not bother her, it was the fact that this one-sided discussion was beginning to delay much needed treatment that bothered her.
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Post by Sinn on Feb 1, 2015 18:34:51 GMT
Kryse shudders under Skyspray. Not exactly movement per say, but inpressive for someone under the effects of the stasis field.
As Skyspray looks on, Kryse's chassis ripple and shift, briefly looking almost identical in color and nature to Skyspray's before thery shift back to normal.
The femme's eyes flicker to life, but are stuck looking exactly where they were when she was knocked out. The rest of her is similarly immobile, and Kryse begins to panic, frame twitching and vibrating grantically under Skyspray's grip.....
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Feb 1, 2015 19:27:09 GMT
Not his mommy directly, so she was his mother indirectly? That was a bit weird but he wouldn't question it. If she said it was so, then it most certainly was. He giggled a little as he was placed on her shoulder and he rested against the side of her helm while painting her shoulder instead. Nobody had bothered to remove his paintbrush so Scaag was still happy.
What are you doing?
He asked Chiro curiously while continuing to paint.
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Skyspray didn't turn around to face Chiro as she spoke to him. He was to concentrated on keeping the two bots functioning.
Yes, yes we can and we will do. But I can't move away from my current position as I'm the reason he isn't bleeding out. But I can move if you feel like it.
He smiled a faint smile. Energon was still dripping from wounds across his body but thanks to the IV, he didn't bleed out himself. He was a bit surprised to see the femme open her optics, he had thought that she was more wounded than she was. Of course she couldn't move but he sloved it by removing his servo from her, letting her energon flow freely again.
Easy, you are safe now. Even though I don't approve of you being in the fight at all. Don't be afraid, we are friends. I don't think I have seen you before, what's your designation?
He asked the femme kindly. He knew from personal experience how it was to wake up somewhere and not knowing who the bots around you were or even where you were.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Feb 1, 2015 20:18:52 GMT
Chiro thought for a moment before answering Scaag. "We're gonna repair Sky." A thought occured to her. If Sky couldn't move from his position, she'd need to work at odd angles and Scaag might fall off. She gently placed Scaag on the berth beside her before getting to work on Sky's wounds.
"I'd rather you keep those two alive than having you move. I'll deal with it." She told Sky as she inspected him. Then she got to work on the gaping hole in his chest. She fixed up the leaking energon tubing inside as well as the damaged wires and circuity underneath. Then she quickly went and got matching sheets of metal for the armor pieces and cut them to shape before welding the new pieces on. She then started to work on his other wounds. Removing bullets, sealing up the leaking energon lines, replacing wires, welding on new pieces of armor, and the like.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Feb 1, 2015 20:52:55 GMT
Scaag didn't argue with what Chiro said and sat down on the berth and began to paint that instead. It was completely fine with him that he was placed where he was and he didn't think much about it. He would surely be picked up again soon and if not, someone would tell him to stop painting.
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Sky on the other hand did not fair as well. When Chiro repaired him she accidentally touched his exposed endoskeleton. The light touch made it bend a little bit and it was only by thinking about what he would do to Kaon that kept him from screaming straight out. The pain was immense and almost consumed him, but it was only for a short second. He noticed that the little grenade was looking at him and he smiled a little. It was good to see that his creation faired well.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Feb 1, 2015 21:32:46 GMT
Chiro noted that the brush of her servo against his rather strange looking endoskeleton caused it to bend a little. She frowned. That was NOT normal at all. She took note of the cause and effect and was very careful not to repeat it. She made a note to ask him about it later, as well. She continued at a slightly slower pace to keep from damaging his internals more.
When she finally finished, she exvented. "Alright, one down, two to go." She looked over and saw Scaag painting the berth. She shook her head. "Scaag, you and your painting... Here, I want you to paint these. I have an idea for them." She placed the scraps of metal on the otherwise empty berth beside him and left it to him.
She then went to clean her tools before moving onto the next patient. "Do you mind keeping them from bleeding out as I work on them, Sky? I can only really work on one at a time. And I'll get you a fresh IV drip." And she did so, replacing the nearly empty drip with the new one.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 2, 2015 0:42:43 GMT
Taggon heard everything that Skyspray had to say. What was annoying is the instant he had stepped into the battle field, Taggon had realized his com-link had been malfunctioning in his helmet, making the soldier catch small parts of the large order Skyspray had given. Taggon had automatically assumed the mch wanted some cover fire, since the sounds of explosions and screams had been quite hearable over the com. Skypray's lecture was a bit like putting some salt on an open wound, it did not help, and it did nothing to help Taggon's condition. 'You were hit with a missile..' I did not notice sir. Taggon had a small urge to respond quietly, Taggon had known the risks of going into the battle field. What he hadn't known was that Kryse was going to go with him. He wasn't going to blame her though...a good deal of what had happened had been Taggons fault, and he could accept that. Still, it didn't help anyone to tell them that they had failed when they already knew they had. Taggon could have also said his helmet had not been working, but excuses never did anything for anyone, except lowering their reputation. So Taggon just took a small vent, and sucked it up. He had failed, but with this new knowledge he would learn for next time.
"Yes sir."
Taggon said simply. His helmet had been damaged to the point where it made his voice become deep, and low-toned, making Taggon's condition sound possibly worse then it was. Taggon went on to reviewing what had happened in the field. Everything had been running smoothly for him up until the part which the thirty three foot femme had come with her large vehicons. Taggon slowly recalled everything that he had seen in those seconds of battle, and remembered how easy it had been to defeat two of the vehicons. So they didn't have good armor...but they did still last longer then the average vehicon. The femme had used them to do tasks she could have done, which meant that the vehicons were her pawns. Yet she was something without them. The femme had been able to react to her surroundings unnaturally fast, much like an Avacon. Even Colossus seemed to be a bit slow with the Avacon upgrade, but this large femme had reflexes that meant competition. That was war brought though. The femme was clearly a veteran for someone her size class, which meant she was most likely able to fair quite well with a broad selection of weaponry. Hmmmmmm.
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Post by Sinn on Feb 2, 2015 4:59:03 GMT
"Grk,"
Kryse coughs up a bit of energon, trying to right herself.
"Kryse,"
She replies huskily, voice rough from internal damage. She tries to sit up, but her body quite literally shrieks in protest, bits of her twisted and bent by severe damage grinding against oneanother in a choir of tiny, shrill shrieks as she rises into a sitting position. Her stomach continues to ooze lifeblood, and she hastily raises a hand, pressing it to the wound. She coughs again.
"She.... She has the Spear. She took it-"
The small femme is cut off by another coughing fit, energon spattering her other hand as she raises it to cover her mouth. When Mire had slammed into the insection from above, the force had crushed Kryse's body horribly. Every movement she made elicited creaks and groans from her body. As she coughs, a bit of her armor drops off, clattering to the medbay floor, exposing the equally damaged underarmor.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Feb 2, 2015 5:55:48 GMT
"Easy now, Kryse. I'll take care of you so just try to relax." Chiro went over to her and began inspecting the extent of her damage. It was bad, but with a bit of work, Chiro would be able to fix her up to the point that Kryse's natural healing would be able to take care of the rest. Chiro then went to get all the supplies she needed to take care of Kryse's wounds and returned with the full cart.
Chiro then began to work on Kryes's stomach wound. She applied anesthetic to numb the pain and began to work as soon as it came into effect. Like before, Chiro worked from the inside out, sewing Kryse's metallic organs shut, sealing leaking energon lines, repairing and replacing circuitry, and realigning everything to her chassis since things had begun to fall out of the large wound.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Feb 2, 2015 16:08:11 GMT
Scaag smiled brightly as he got more stuff to paint even thought they were much smaller than the berth, and thus harder to paint. But it wasn't like he cared anyways, he just put them on the berth and painted them in different colors without keeping himself to only the scraps. The area around them got painted too which only made him happier. He picked up the scraps and walked across the berth and jumped down from it before dropping them on Chiro's pedes. Then Scaag poked her leg to get her attention.
I'm done now. Look at them!
He said happily and poked her again. He didn't know better than to do as he did, that bots were damaged was nothing he had payed attention too.
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Sky nodded at Chiro and kept the small energon stream flowing from his outreached servo into Taggon, who had at least answered his little "information speech". He wasn't too annoyed at him, but it was still something that bothered him when orders weren't followed. But he himself didn't always follow orders either and he used to do it a lot less when he was younger. The result was that he got grounded for an entire summer, just because he didn't do a thing he was supposed to and destroyed a thing he shouldn't have destroyed. How could he have known that a gas station would explode if you shot it?
Good. Now, you need to rest. You won't be of use to anyone while damaged, you old rustbucket.
He said jokingly with a small chuckle before tirninghis attention to Kryse and Chiro, who was working on fixing Kryse.
Nice to meet you, Kryse. I'm Skyspray. Now, that spear, is it that inportant to you? Anything special about it that we should know about? For example, can it melt a cybertronian just by pointing at it, because then it's really good if we get to know, if you catch my drift.
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Post by Sinn on Feb 2, 2015 23:32:27 GMT
Kryse makes a sound that, in other circumstances, might have been laughter.
'-Grk. No. No melting..... But it is powerful...
It is unbreakable by any means my family and ancestors had to offer; it does not scuff, scratch, bend, rust, corrode, or melt. Its edge has never been chipped..... And it conducts and redirects energy of all sorts. I've seen it channel and redirect lightning, heat, and as of today, Energon. All to great, and often destructive, effect."
She shakes her head.
"Until I got to it, really got a chance to use it, I thought all of the scant information and history we had on it was family folklore. Sure, I dispatched a few predators on Helios with it.... But I never used it to harm another Cybertronian..... I never actively sought to hurt anyone..."
She straightens, body grinding, and fixes Skyspray with the full measure of her gaze.
"In the servos of someone like her, it could very nearly be a weapon of mass destruction. Bloodshed is her specialty. If as much chaos can be wrought with the power of energon as with lightning or fire, then.... She will not need a volcano or a storm to unleash the full measure of its power. She can merely use the energon she has already shed to shed more, and so on."
She dips her head.
"I am sorry. I- I wish I could say I'd forgotten what it could do, but the truth is, my mind was simply elsewhere. The implications of that scelestus coming into possession of such a weapon did not occur to me until she was using it to open me up."
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Post by Taggon on Feb 2, 2015 23:56:24 GMT
Taggon still considered what had happened in the battlefield, everything had gone downhill with the spear. Taggon had had worse, and had seen more deadly looking weapons, but there had been something about the spear that told Taggon it was a new threat in the wrong arms. He heard Kryse mutter and spatter in despair about how 'she' had the spear. The way she was talking about it already told Taggon his suspicion could be safely confirmed. Taggon opened his mouth to speak once more, only to have Skyspray playfully call him a rust bucket and tell him to get some rest. It was good to see the general in good spirits, but Taggon had a case to investigate. Skyspray might do it for him though, but he had questions that he needed to know if he wanted to know his enemy.
"Sir. I had rest forty six hours ago. I do not require any more recharge sir." Taggon said with a good mixture of respect and calmness. He went ahead to ask Kryse his question. "This femme, Kryse. You have something that she wants, or she wants you to do something for her. You have met her before...If it does not pain you too badly, I would like to hear what you know about this femme." Taggon asked, his voice was more soft now, yet it still held a calm and firm tone. Taggon was not forcing Kryse to do anything, but he was simply being himself. He watched, he deducted, and then he tried to adapt for the next situation.
Taggon still held stone still, and his mask had returned to normal, for the most part. Taggon's voice had plenty of static dashed along it, since his helmet was still badly damaged. His voice was not extremely high pitch or low pitch, but it was clear he would have to repair his mask. Taggon gave a small mental sigh to himself. Today was just one of those days.
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Post by Sinn on Feb 3, 2015 4:02:12 GMT
Kryse is silent for a time, the only noise emerging from her the creak of her chassis and an occasional hiss as Chiro repairs her mangled body.
"I never heard her name. But she must be someone fairly important. She led a veritable horde of Decepticon infantry..... To be honest, I was rather too busy fleeing for my life and watching my family die to do much in the way of investigating..."
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Feb 3, 2015 5:56:01 GMT
Skyspray remained quiet as he listened to the femme's story. It was interesting and a ball of energon appeared above his free servo.
Energon. A powersource that is the lifeblood of our race. It's fantastic, isn't it? It can be used for a multitude of things, healing, hurting, fueling, building and whatnot.
As he spoke, the ball of energon shifted into other shapes like a cube, a bullet and just a small trail of energon that circled around his outstretched servo.
If you use it in the right way it's one of the best things out there, at least if you are a Cybertronian. But if you use it wrong, then it might be your worst enemy. Energon is explosive which I'm sure you already know but too long exposure to it is also dangerous. And you should never touch raw energon, whatever you do. Oh, and the power of energon can outmatch the power of lighting, trust me, I know. And the problem is, when you are at war, pacifism is soon thrown aside when you need to survive. Not that I am a pacifist, heh, I had killing people in various brutal ways as a job before.
Taggon, well resting is good for your healing process. And I rest almost every day because I know that I need to be fully recharged the next day. And if you won't rest by yourself, then I'm ordering you to rest. Unless a life-threatening situation occurs.
The last part was obviously aimed at the vehicon. Sky knew that Taggon could go on for much longer, so this was both a little tease and a punishment at the same time. The energon had once again turned into a ball and it floated right above his servo.
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