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Post by Taggon on Feb 3, 2015 9:08:07 GMT
This thirty foot femme was proving to be some trouble for Taggon, and the missile hitting was over. He needed to learn her weaknesses more then her name however, and by the sounds of it, Kryse didn't know her weaknesses. She sounded reasonably fearful of the large femme, and Taggon could see why. On his part, it was still a waiting game for his wounds to be addressed. Skyspray showed off some of his rare point one per center abilities, and then gave instruction to Taggon once more: rest. Taggon was a natural survivor, a vehicon who was meant to be energon efficient, and able to endure through battle after battle, fight after fight with small amounts of energon. Taking a break more then once a every two weeks was practically unheard of to Taggon, since he even carried needles full of energon, so that he could inject himself with the liquid and hence be ready for more fighting. A war-machine almost to the core, Taggon furrowed his optic ridges when Skyspray gave him orders to rest.
To rest? he could go on for days still, he could even last through a few more good show-downs without another rest. Skyspray could be destroying a potential defender in a fight, should one occur in this very medical facility. Rules were set for Taggo to constantly stay alert, so to sleep without the necessity of truly requiring a rest confused Taggon for a moment. He blinked, he was injured, and even though he wasn't worked until he fell down dead, Taggon had been given orders. After another moment of thoroughly glancing around, making sure everything was running smoothly, Taggon off lined his single functional optic, and his vehicon visor flickered off as well.
To make sure everything would be alright, Taggon stayed awake for a moment longer, listening carefully incase any small sounds of pitter-pattering or light paced feet hit the ground, incase there was a mech cloaked in the room, or anyone deciding to intrude. Nothing. Thus, the vehicon slipped into recharge.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Feb 3, 2015 15:14:37 GMT
Chiro had silently continued work on Kryse this entire time. "Hiss at me all you want, but it would be easier if you were at least staying relatively still." She quipped. Regardless, she kept working. By now she was finished with the abdomen wound, had fixed and set the fractured leg to heal fully, and was currently working on Kryse's broken knee.
She paused momentarily to address Scaag as she looked over his work. She smiled at the little mech. "Good job, Scaag. I'll hang these up when I'm finished working. Hmm... How about you have some fun looking up different colors and their meanings on your data pad?" Chiro wasn't exactly sure if he would do so or not, but she was trying to avoid having him paint the entire medbay all over again.
With that, she continued working. She finished repairing the femme's broken knee joint and put a brace on it, to keep Kryse from straining it until the new parts fully integrated with her system.
"This might hurt a bit," Chiro warned as she braced Kryse with one servo and then placed her other on the dislocated shoulder joint. With a quick, but firm, press against the shoulder, the dislocated shoulder snapped back into place. Whether or not the femme cried out in pain, Chiro then go to work on repairing the armor on Kryse's back, since she was sitting up.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Feb 3, 2015 19:19:08 GMT
Skyspray smiled a little as Taggon slipped into recharge. He would wake him up soon, or maybe ask Chiro to do it when he had been repaired. He just kept his little ball of energon floating above his servo, the beam of energon flowing into Taggon while reloading his guns with energon bullets. Energon could really be used to a lot of things..
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Scaag smiled and went away and picked up a data-pad from a little canister on the floor. Then he sat down and began reading, just that he didn't understand what it said so he just looked at the pictures and tried to figure out how to paint something that looked like the pictures on the pad.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Feb 4, 2015 16:25:18 GMT
Chiro finished repairing Kryse's armor and had begun re-creating her lost fingers based on the schematics of her other hand. When Chiro finished making the replacement fingers, she carefully attached the nervous wires, energon lines, and cables of the fingers to Kryse's hand that was missing said fingers. "Alright, you should be good to go, Kryse. I highly recommend you rest for a while and let your system recalibrate and recover."
With that she went and cleaned her tools. Then she got notification about new arrivals. She took a deep vent in to calm her nerves. "I'll be right back to take care of Taggon, Sky." She left for the lobby.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Feb 4, 2015 16:43:35 GMT
*A scratchy pre-recorded commlink would reach the audio receptors of Skyspray and Taggon.
:: Hey, this is Stormgear. Uh, if you're receiving this, then something has happened to me. In this message is my last known coordinates. ::
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Feb 4, 2015 16:57:17 GMT
He nooded as Chiro spoke to him and chuckled a little. Then he recieved the comm and almost froze in the exact spot as he had stood in before. This was not something that he wanted to hear.
Oh no, not now...
He walked over to the shield he had dropped before and picked it up while making sure that his guns were fully loaded. Then he opened a groundbridge and made sure that it closed behind him so that noone would follow and that nothing could come through from the other side.
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Post by Sinn on Feb 5, 2015 4:26:25 GMT
Kryse gets up, rubbing at her stomach, which twinges in protest at the movement.
"Thank-you, doctor."
Kryse smiles tightly, flexing her fingers as she shuffles towards the door.
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Feb 7, 2015 18:25:29 GMT
It dawned on Chiro as she walked into the Recovery Ward that she had left Sky in here to keep an eye on Taggon and keep him from bleeding out, but she had just seen him in the lobby. "Primus help this old bot..." She said through gritted dentas as she brought Watchman over to an empty berth for him to rest on.
Taggon remained where he was sleeping and Chiro noted that small trails of energon were flowing from his wounds again. "Let me take care of Taggon here and then I'll take you two to Baku." She addressed the two young bots. Then she looked at Watchman. "Then while they're being taken care of, I'll take care of you. In the mean time, please rest, sir."
Chiro then quickly went over to Taggon and hooked up an IV drip to counter the loss of energon, or at least keep his levels stable. She then began addressing his wounds. Time was of the essence now as she had no idea how long Sky had actually been gone, but she knew it was long enough to have his leg removed in some skirmish.
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 7, 2015 21:30:14 GMT
*The screens start up around the hall as a live picture of Fee and Hotwire appears on the screen.
"This message is to all on duty Autobots in the base. As you may have seen on your monitors today, the Decepticons have captured Stormgear. She is not the only one however, Gearchange and Lightstrike were also captured in a plan to turn them evil or for information.
This information has been gave to me by Hotwire who cooperated with us to let us know what has been happening.
Now, if the information is to be believed. We've got a problem on our hands.
As your second in command, my orders are this. Do not approach Gearchange. As he is most likely been turned to serve the cons. If you see him, call either me or the Prime, as we all know Gearchange is a foe that the cons themselves fear.
As for any retaliation, none has been planned as of yet, but we will strike back for this crime. And no one will be able to stop us. Just know, that everything will be done to free and return our bots home.
That is all."
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Post by Taggon on Feb 8, 2015 1:42:40 GMT
((Currently editing, since Chiro did.))
System reboot.
Taggon woke up. His half expectation to be waking up worked on was met, and he gave a small sigh of relief. Everyone else had been repaired, so it seemed. It was then that he realized his vehicon helmet was still malfunctioning, and his vision was quite clouded, preventing him from seeing everything. It was still loosely on his face. The doctor was working on him still, which meant he would be up and running soon. Taggon didn't bother shifting his broken arm, the connection of it battered thanks to the missile to the arms and chest. Taggon didn't know if he should try to strike up a conversation now, since Chiro perhaps had a lot of work ahead of her. He also really did't know what to discuss. Talking about what happened on the field was not necessary. Chiro already knew, she was fixing him right now.
How long had he been out? Taggon couldn't really glance around, since his helmet was too loosely attached to his face, and it would cause it to fall off. Taggon really didn't want that to happen, since vehicons were prohibited from taking off their masks.Chiro perhaps would have a different thought about that if she discovered his face was injured, or if she decided to see if his face had taken any damage.
They would cross that bridge when it came.
Taggon heard Feenixfire's com message, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. He was not out there, outside, backing up his brethren. He was in no condition right now, but he needed to get out, and make up for the Autobots losses. He wasn't proving himself worthy, he wasn't being heroic, he was simply going to do what was right. Over, and over, and over, again. If Stomrgear was captured, she clearly hadn't listened to his advice. Sometimes, others have to learn the hard way to process what others have said...I do abhor the fact that I can't help her out of her current situation though...
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Post by RedOptics on Feb 8, 2015 1:44:58 GMT
(Okay here we go)
The door had silently opened and a bot feel on her back due to leaning against it mistakenly. She grunted and sat up, shaking her helm a little. Upon better and clear inspection, the femme turned out to be a Vehicon, and a strange one at that. Cataract got to her feet warily, and stood for a moment as if feeling around her. Then she used her servos and reached out for anything that might be in her way since she didn't know this room. Her acting were practically yelling out loud that she was blind, a rare case among Cybertronians of any faction these days.What the... She'd murmur, turning her helm in different directions and sensing obstacles. Where the frag am I? Cat thought as she tripped over something she hadn't noticed and landed with a loud thud. She groaned and layed there for a second before getting back up.
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Post by Vampyricon on Feb 8, 2015 1:51:40 GMT
It dawned on Chiro as she walked into the Recovery Ward that she had left Sky in here to keep an eye on Taggon and keep him from bleeding out, but she had just seen him in the lobby. "Primus help this old bot..." She said through gritted dentas as she brought Watchman over to an empty berth for him to rest on. Taggon remained where he was sleeping and Chiro noted that small trails of energon were flowing from his wounds again. "Let me take care of Taggon here and then I'll take you two to Baku." She addressed the two young bots. Then she looked at Watchman. "Then while they're being taken care of, I'll take care of you. In the mean time, please rest, sir."Chiro then quickly went over to Taggon and hooked up an IV drip to counter the loss of energon, or at least keep his levels stable. She then began addressing his wounds. Time was of the essence now as she had no idea how long Sky had actually been gone, but she knew it was long enough to have his leg removed in some skirmish. "Thank you, doctor..." Chronon trailed off, unsure of Chiro's name.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 8, 2015 2:03:29 GMT
Taggon heard the sound of another in the room, from two directions. The voice of the femme caught his attention however, and he managed to tilt his helm to look at who was in the room. Primus...a vehicon! Taggon thought. He recognized her build, despite the darkened corners of his vision, and he knew what she was instantly. She was a vehicon. An actual, Autobot, living vehicon. Taggon felt a small part of him chuckle t the irony of how he was amazed at this fact. He himself was an Autobot vehicon. Seeing another one though meant that he wasn't the only one who had thought outside of the box. Taggon then notched how the femme seemed to feel around the room, and saw her unique helmet designs. Was she a vehicon, or was she some kind of other protectobot? No, she had a scratched out Decepticon insignia. He hadn't seen the design on her mask ever before.
Taggon raised his optic ridges behind his mask. Female vehicons were rare, but an Autobot female vehicon...she must have been the first of her kind. Taggon wondered what her story was. He spoke up from where he was. She seemed to be acting strange though, as if she was blind. Taggon's suspicions were confirmed when he saw her feeling around again. So. A blind female Autobot vehicon. It sounded like a myth, yet the very source of it was right before him.
"If you back up two paces to your left, the you will find a seat." Taggon offered. "If you keep walking the direction you currently are facing, you are going to find a berth, and a patient on it." Taggon said. He didn't really know how to start a conversation, even with his own kind. What generation of vehicon is she? Taggon wondered, and from what legion?
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Post by RedOptics on Feb 8, 2015 2:23:19 GMT
Cataract paused, hearing another bot and sent out her small sensing techniques. She then turned and felt the seat and cautiously sat done on it, Who spoke to me? The femme piped up, her glowing spots brightening up a little in confusion. She sat straight, as if being blind meant she had to be polite. And... can you tell me where I am in the base? Her voice was soft like Earthen silk with no hints of any kind that showed violence, only innocence. Her helm stared straight forward, not really trying to detect where the voice was coming from. She had her servos fold neatly in her lap while she waited for a response, seeming pretty patient at the moment.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 8, 2015 2:31:30 GMT
The femme was polite, and cautious. Normally vehicons were to be just that. Only, she seemed to have a different kind of cautiousness, as if she had to act a certain way to achieve being answered to. Then again, all vehicons were never designed to be sentient, or to really be noticed for that matter. Taggon couldn't straighten up himself, since he was already thus, and since he was begin repaired on.
"You are within the recovery ward of the medical section of the Autobot base. As for who I am? I am T-19, or as most call me, Taggon." Taggon spoke. He added his vehicon number in on purpose, to see if she could figure out that she was speaking to a drone. Taggon noted her voice, and the innocence in it. Her voice was somehow quite clear, and it had a different sound to it, even for a vehicon. The femme's innocent sounding tone reminded him of Stomrgear, and he could bet one of his throwing daggers that she had the same look on her faceplate.
The femme before him also seemed to have an unusual paint job, consisting of silver-like white, yellow, and a deep purple. The way she was designed made Taggon wonder if she was from the vehicon legion of the 409, since they often held misfit vehicons, or unique units. Either way, depending on how the conversations went, he was about to discover a thing or two about her. And her him, depending on what she did.
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Post by RedOptics on Feb 8, 2015 2:53:27 GMT
T-19? So you're a Vehicon as well? Cataract's voice would suddenly have a twinge of excitement in it. One of her kind! Pardon my outburst, my name is C474R4C7, you can call me Cataract, or Cat. So this is the medical ward, for an enclosed space, the sound travelled pretty nicely, and the small sounds that bounced off weren't enough to annoy her. It let her hear for the small cracks and gaps in the walls, and obviously for the doorway which would come in handy. She had so many questions she wanted to ask, but due to her past, she just kept quiet. Cataract tilted her mast some, as if waiting for him to speak more.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 8, 2015 3:05:56 GMT
Taggon kept himself ready for listening, and then the femme gave an excited chirp as she listed her own number and name. Taggon had been able to conceal his excitement easily, while Cataract had been unable to. Taggon took a small guess that she hadn't come across a vehicon for a little while. Taggon had actually recently come across some vehicons, but they had been taller then him, and they had been inclined to kill him. Taggon was able to remain calm as always, despite his own small excitement. If Cataract has such a long number, she is not likely to be one of the first generations of vehicons... Taggon thought, but he resolved that he would find out. She had been unite fast to discover he was a vehicon as well, which meant the conversation was about to get better.
"Indeed, I am a vehicon. I originate from the legion of the Four-o-nineth." Taggon stated mildly, "What legion do you come from?" Taggon asked, "and of what generation of vehicon are you?" Taggon ventured, curious. He himself was one of the first generations of vehicons, in the war. He had underwent many things, though he was not ancient.
Taggon genuinely wondered how another vehicon had made it to the base. No doubt she wondered the same. he knew the Autobots did not reprogram any mechs or femmes, so she wasn't brainwashed, that was for sure. His own visor glowed a lighter shade or red for how damaged it was, the hue brighter then his deep dark red color which it usually glowed.
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Post by Taggon on Feb 8, 2015 3:22:19 GMT
((BRB in twenty minutes))
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Feb 8, 2015 3:48:23 GMT
Chiro paused momentarily to listen to Feenixfire's message before continuing to work. She made no comment as she buried herself back into what she was doing, letting her processor focus on the repairs at hand so much that she barely noted that there was another arrival. The only reason she noticed was because Taggon had engaged in a conversation with someone and his voice pattern appeared on her visor display as an active signal, so, she looked to see who he was talking to. Nearby sat another Autobot Vehicon, a femme at that. Chrio smiled a welcoming smile at her momentarily before going right back to work, unaware that the femme was blind.
As per her normal methodology, Chiro had worked from the inside - out. By now she had taken care of Taggon's internal injuries and was working on repairing his armor. She planned to replace his missing servo after that, then address his malfunctioning mask. Her scanner had also picked up on his facial injuries and damaged optic. However, he wore a patch over the optic so it was clearly an older wound. Surely he would have had it repaired by now, but perhaps he preferred the optic patch for one reason or another? Chiro wasn't sure and would ask him when she got around to addressing his injuries there. For now, she worked on his armor, particularly his chest and forearms.
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Post by RedOptics on Feb 8, 2015 3:59:01 GMT
(Yep)
Uhhm.... Cat scratched her helm, trying to remember, It's a little fuzzy, but I think I'm from legion... five ninety-fifth? As for my generation, I don't remember.... She reared back a little into the seat, as if it was a priority to know. The femme hadn't noticed the mech's wounds, but it was pretty clear that by how his visor hummed through the cracks that he was in some way damaged, but again, she wasn't sure. A-are you alright? She finally asked, considering he was really the first person to talk to her in a kind way in many eons, it was a big opportunity for her to make at least one friend. Her personality was rather curious, but bright at the same time as she kept her same position, not at all making her back hurt.
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