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Post by Gearchange on Apr 23, 2015 21:12:56 GMT
Did they taste good?
He smiles.
I'm pretty hungry too, the mess hall serves quite a few things, lets go.
Burnout leads her over to the academy.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Apr 23, 2015 21:15:13 GMT
Oh yes, a few of my Predacon comrades were rather shocked I pulled it off, but I guess I inherited my father's looks in the eating perspective.
*She then flashes her razor sharp fangs.*
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Post by Gearchange on Apr 23, 2015 21:22:16 GMT
(check the academy section)
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on May 3, 2015 16:15:55 GMT
*Afterburner walked stumbled into the ward waiting area, growling. Poison had entered her systems and was beginning to deplete her of lubricant for her joints making them harder to use, her body was charred after unleashing her powers and still giving off black smoke.
She sat down and grunted in pain.*
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Post by Taggon on May 5, 2015 14:28:31 GMT
*Afterburner walked stumbled into the ward waiting area, growling. Poison had entered her systems and was beginning to deplete her of lubricant for her joints making them harder to use, her body was charred after unleashing her powers and still giving off black smoke. She sat down and grunted in pain.* A vehicon walked through the halls, the sound of the wounded Predicon's grunts becoming clearer and clearer. Taggon found that the doors were locked, but that was not a problem. He simply slipped his identification card across the metal slab which would scan it briefly, picking up the distinct markings on his card, before opening for him. He had no rank, he possibly had no business here, but he had decided to come, and the machine recognized him as a soldier that was entering a non-restricted area, and so it had granted him access. After the door shut behind him, the vehicon calmly entered the medical bay, seizing up who was within; it was none-other then the predicon Afterburner. He had seen her fight from his room's video camera feeds, and she had displayed to him she had much to learn. Though he would cut the little predicon some slack. She was young and all that, and she wasn't the first one to make mistakes. Fighting Against Stalaken was no easy feat, especially if you underestimated him. The vehicon did not bother telling anyone his feelings, telling anyone what he thought they had done wrong, but he just kept walking forward, directly towards Afterburner. He had heard her com-line. Taggon did not disrespect Feenxifire's selection of students though. He knew she had a reason for everything, and he could cut her the slack any day that she was new to her job, and perhaps needed a little space in small areas where others had recently insisted she did not succeed. The problem with leadership was that when you became a leader, you were pressured into so many things, or you had expectations to fulfill. You couldn't please everybody. Yet if any of her criticizers became a leader themselves, Taggon doubted that they would do much better. Not that he could either. he was just a vehicon with Decepticon programming problems. At last, the trundling vehicon reached Afterburner, lowering his helm to peer dow at her from behind his visor. He had recently spent the last three days locked up in his room, studying. He had also been studying the students, in case something went so terribly wrong that they would need a servo, despite their numbers. So Taggon knew Afterburner's wounds. Taggon had never played medic, but he had studied mechanics, and how to take apart, and build things recently. he hadn't learned everything he knew about medical attention in three days though, but it had been an over time thing. Something he believed would be a helpful adaption. "Greetings again Afterburner." Taggon said simply. "Shall I lend you my servo?" He offered, as he examined her wounds. No one knew that he wasn't a medic, but no one knew that he was. He knew what he was doing...and this was not an emergency. Still, he would treat Afterburner to the best of his ability. After all, he knew beyond basic medical assistance procedures now.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on May 5, 2015 20:42:59 GMT
Oh Taggon, seems you've made a habit of being my saving grace. So sure, I could sure use it.
*Afterburner says in relief.*
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Post by Taggon on May 6, 2015 0:48:38 GMT
Taggon took the words as a green flag to assist his ally. The vehicon hooked Afterburner up to an energon tap, before inspecting some of her wounds further. She was losing lubricant, and Stalaken had used the sharp energies of her shields to get poison into her. Taggon recalled the last time he had used such poison.
"Just a vehicon." Taggon said simply, as if he were chewing on a bundle of thoughts at a time. Taggon checked Afterburner's armor. It had little damage done to it, all it really needed was some good finish and maybe some small replenishing here and there. Nothing major at all. The vehicon walked over to a drawer, and scrolled through its insides before finding another cupboard, in which he found a container full of green-ish fluid. It was lubricant. It may have appeared convenient that he had found spare lubricant that easily to some, but Taggon had the same poison that Stalaken used on his shields placed on his knives, and so he had always made sure he knew where a cure was in case of emergency. This was not an emergency, but it fit under the category of necessary. The mech then gathered a few more pieces of required equipment for repair, such as a wielder to seal her cut, and some polishers. The latter was not really needed, but Taggon assumed that though not a vain femme, Afterburner could perhaps desire to be cleaned up. Taggon was also given a thought, and he spent another portion of time locating some spare armor pieces. Taggon eventually left Afterburner for a little while, and fifteen minutes later, he returned with some spare armor pieces.
"The poison wears off as soon as all your lubricant is depleted from my understanding. By now, it would be. On another note, if you are to use fire so much, shall I replace some of your scorched armor pieces with more fire-resistant ones?" Taggon finished his statements with a question, he would only do it if she said yes, but he would still have the armor handy if she needed it. Taggon knew many tricks when it came to good armor, and though he was not giving Afterburner his full efforts on upgrading every single strand of her, he was still willing to supply her with some quality armor. The armor was not something that happened to fit every detail of hr current armor perfectly, but Taggon planned on using it, should she except his offer, as giving her a second layer of heat and explosive resistant armor beneath her current one. Since he had left and returned, the lubricant killer had worn off, and Taggontruly started the operation by injecting Afterburner with some pain killer, and then removing some of her armor pieces around her joints careful as to supply her system with the excess lubricant he had acquired. The vehicon started giving her left arm some of the very lubricant, starting from her digits up.
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Post by Shatterbeam on May 6, 2015 0:55:21 GMT
Windtalker flapped in, perching on Taggon's shoulder as he worked.
::That's new. Where'd ya learn that?
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on May 6, 2015 8:38:42 GMT
Yeah, I've had this armor since my 'glory' days on Cybertron, as it is half the gear I already own is kinda obsolete, its served me well but then again this was the first time I fully combusted. And yeah the poison's done its little job, I can barely move right.
*Afterburner says, looking at her scorched armor and chuckling a little.*
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Post by Taggon on May 6, 2015 13:18:34 GMT
((Say, Afterburner has feathers right?))
Taggon continued to cure her of her lack of lubricant, supplying her elbow, then her shoulder, and then her neck with his own large container of lubricant. Soon Afterburner would be able to flex her digits and arm once more, the normal functions of her arm kicking in. Though thanks to the pain-killer, she would not be able to feel it just yet, or for the next three hours. Taggon's visor was focused on his work, even though the shift of weight on his shoulder did notify him that a particular small lifeform had just perched on his shoulder again. The vehicon made a small note to himself to make sure this little bird was just following him out of friendship or good will, otherwise Taggon was slightly suspicious. He had not had a little follower in a long, long, long time. Everything the war had taught him was not to not blindly trust just anyone. There were spies, traitors, fickle mechs, and deceptive scoundrels. Taggon did not classify his new friend as any of the above, but he had his optic out for it subconsciously.
:: I have invested my time in studying this field of knowledge alongside others. This is, however, the first time I have applied my learned medical skill.::
Taggon returned the texted message back to his friend, the silent message slipping from one to the other as Taggon responded to Afterburner. "Cybertron....if there was not a more energon stained and tainted world. Mastering your fire power is something I would recommend, especially since just simple fire will only cause most Cybertronians systems to hardly recognize a fire that could easily burn or hurt a human. Perhaps if you occupied yourself when it came to your powers to creating white flames or blue ones, seeing as those would be more effective in temperature and as a weapon." Taggon advised. His servos had not ceased their rhythm once, and had been thorough in their quest to redeem the little femme's joints, and as tagged knew what he was doing more and more, the quicker he could do his job. After another two minutes, Afterburner's entire upper half was restored. Taggon proceeded to her lower joints, persistent in his mission, yet careful with the femme despite her pain killer since the vehicon believed in handling his allies with a certain gentleness which all older brothers held towards their siblings. Taggon sometimes liked to be considered the 'big brother' to many of the younger and less experienced Autobots, especially towards the ones who sought answers, or required guidance.
First leg one was finished, and then leg two, the progressive attitude of the vehicon boosting the time in which he would be done in his first job. Now came part two. He pulled out his fuse, and with just as much care, began to remove some of Afterburner's armor as to replace it with a more adequate fire proof and explosive proof armor. If she was going to survive on the battle field better, the least he could do was give her some advice, and equip her some.
"Afterburner, do enlighten me, why is it you hold such grudges against Decepticons?"
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on May 6, 2015 15:42:54 GMT
(( Yeah, they form around her waist kinda like a skirt. ))
Hmmm... that's something, not even my mother taught me during the war. Fire elementals can create blue flames?
*Afterburner says, her optics wide with curiosity. Upon hearing his question, she lowered her head.*
One of them, is my father. He betrayed my clan and decimated it, left only me and the few that are among us today. During the attack on Iacon, my father stormed our outpost, where my mother was protecting me. She died by his servos and I was captured. In human terms I served ten years as a slave to a Decepticon slaver, ten years of utter torture that eventually, drove me towards insanity...
I escaped thanks to an Autobot Special Tasks group, I however, didn't leave without getting revenge. I wanted them to suffer, so I lost control of my powers in pure hate and anger, wound up demolishing half of Kaon.
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Post by Taggon on May 7, 2015 8:03:34 GMT
The vehicon listened as he attended to installing Afterburner’s new armor, as the femme spoke about the origin of her abhorrent attitude towards the Decepticons. He couldn’t blame her. He remembered doing terrible things himself, though he never tried to hide anything in his past. No, everything he said, did, thought, saw, felt, was recorded and stored in the archive of his processor, never to be forgotten, and to be used as to reference to so that the librarian of the war-machine knew what to do in various instances. Taggon listened to the femme as he had his previous visitor, hearing her out. The major difference between Cataract and most others was that they had hope. Or that was what Taggon assumed Afterburner had. So the predicon had experienced so much trauma and torture that some of her sanity had peeled away? Taggon knew the condition, and had heard stories like this before. It was cruel, where life brought some. Taggon was not a giant sympathizer though. He noted how Afterburner admitted her insanity, and the circumstances which had occurred and followed in her story. The vehicon mended the old armor atop the new, finishing his job little by little with the small femme. Comparing Afterburner to Kryse made Taggon arch a brow. Both had lost their families, and yet, both had reacted differently.
Kryse had ran, seeking refuge after she had seen her family die, and her entire homeworld become taken over. Afterburner had been betrayed by her family, which killed itself, and in return she had burned half of Kaon to the ground until she was captured and enslaved. Both scenarios held some elements of similarity, though the horror of one’s family turning on itself was almost even to one witnessing one’s entire home planet become overrun. Taggon measured the two in one part of his mind, while the other continued to endeavor to understand Afterburner more. If she is insane…how does she not know she did not become insane after her father killed her mother, not before?
“Tortured and enslaved for years? That could indeed accumulate a large hate for the Decepticons added with the death of your family. Thought I calculate that you have found a new family in being a part of the Wings Core? Or more specifically, your ‘clan member’ Feenixfire Prime?” Taggon asked, referring to what she had said after he had crash landed in the Landing bay of the Arc. Taggon continued to re-arm Afterburner’s legs as he waited for her reply. After that, she would be in ship-shape, save for the small need of polishing.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on May 7, 2015 13:52:25 GMT
Family? Not too sure if I were to call Feenix family yet, well it could be that, but due to alot of betrayal part of me is expecting to be backstabbed.
*Afterburner says, sighing. She hated herself for saying that, but it was paranoia after all. Something that has been part of herself since she last saw her father.*
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Post by Taggon on May 7, 2015 14:21:34 GMT
Taggon finished Afterburner's legs, now she was ready for combat once more. Taggon heard her out once again and suppressed a sigh of his own.
"Trust me Afterburner, as Loyal as I try be sometimes...I know betrayal first servo." Taggon said. He had seen the war from three different perspectives in his life time, and each perspective he had abandoned in order for him to have a purpose that would make a positive mark in history. Or that was one way of seeing it. Taggon sought no fame, but to spend his life doing something meaningful. The vehicon thought of gouging the femme, picking up one of the tools, and facing her. He tilted the weapon in a questioning gesture, asking with his body language if she desired him to try. While Taggon was a very fierce fighter and war-machine...once someone was his friend, they usually experienced a more tender spot in his spark, since he believed in providing extra kindness to those he thought needed some. Though even if he was tender to some...it was all for a reason. He was layers and layers of a masked mech, somewhere deep inside him was someone else, a subconscious waiting to arise. Perhaps that mech would not, though it was for sure Taggon knew him.
"The Prime has a vast family, and seems to add new members on either through her children or grand children frequently, pardon my stereotype, but I assumed you merged with her family, being adopted like a particular mech I know." Taggon said, he spoke calmly, giving off no real emotion other than that. He did not believe in letting others know his own thoughts on his conversation while he talked.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on May 7, 2015 14:30:22 GMT
*Afterburner then listened to what Taggon was saying and thought of Feenix for a moment and how she treats her outside of duty.
In a sense Feenix does treat After as if though she was her own child, not too long ago she was moping over the loss of her mother and Feenix was there to comfort her in her quarters. Plus she put After forward for advanced training in her fire powers. That takes alot of faith, something Feenix must have alot of in Afterburner.
She looked up, her orange optics blinking for a second before she finally spoke.*
Huh. I never really thought of it in that way before... She treats me as her own... I kinda never really had that before, so I'm not used to it.
*She then stood up and walked out toward the entrance, looking back at Taggon. And then walking out saying.*
Again... you have my thanks.
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Post by Taggon on May 8, 2015 13:52:31 GMT
Taggon watched the femme leave, and placed the tool down. it was time to go mining. Again. Taggon stole a glare at his past just then. He hated mining. he absolutely despised everything about it. He always had, and would. It was cramped, and there was discomfort. There was discomfort in just plain working, but somehow, right then and there he loathed the concept of mining again. He had become a Decepticon to escape this. Was he just...slowly becoming some soft-hearted idiot who would do the exact same thing he had hated? he had done a lot of mining mission recently. He had only realized it now, and how other Autobots appeared to be otherwise occupied. or where they? Taggon shook the thoughts out of his helm, disgusted with himself for thinking thus. Work was work. He was doing this as a service for the Autobots, and for the war effort. The vehicon suppressed any sign of this spontaneous burst of anger within his mind, and simply summoned a ground bridge, which would appear within seconds.
Taggon never once thought that Afterburner would simply go off peacefully to meditate on deep thoughts or something religious or having to do with tranquility. All fire elementals had the bad habit of obsessing over some kind of action. They were quick to judge, and loved to burn things. Or that was Taggon's thoughts on the stereotypical fire elemental. At last, the ground bridge formed. Taggon took steps towards it entering the swirling green vortex without any hesitance.
::I am too going soft.:: Taggon told Wind talker, his silent yet creditably faithful companion. Hence, the ground bridge closed behind the two entering and disappearing friends.
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Post by rustbucket on Feb 1, 2016 17:09:53 GMT
Rust, with help of Smokejaw, brought Whiteclaw into the medbay, at least he had a place were he could recharge without causing problems in the main area. He went to one of the free berths and motioned for Smoke to help lift him on to the berth. He looked around the room, glad it was clean. Though his immediate presence probably dropped it down quite a bit, even though he was fairly clean himself.
"Hope he gets a little peace." Rust said.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2016 23:48:29 GMT
The pale mech continue almost motionless, but at least he stopped to mumble. The White's scent would be different than usual, just like the smell of an exposed glass of beer inside the refrigerator.. Well at least he had a bit of luck, if he were with another mechs Whiteclaw would end into a frozen lake. Well, at least @smokejaw didn't had the chance to do it. He opened his dim optics a little, but in there was almost no difference between a pair of closed eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2016 0:13:28 GMT
Smokejaw would help Rustbucket lift the pale mech on to a berth. Once he was placed down, Smoke walked off to collect a few more pillows, returning a few seconds later he placed them under the drunken predacon's helm. He set Whiteclaw's blade on a bedside table.
Do you think we should stay incase the drinks decide to make return? I'm sure the medics would not want to clean up after us.
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Post by rustbucket on Feb 2, 2016 0:37:39 GMT
"That is up to you, friend. I am willing to do so and I can meditate as need be. I'll have no need for a berth." Rust said. He was liable for Whiteclaw, so he could stick around as need be. Generally most did not care when they got drunk. But it was his duty, so he'd do it. He sat down on the floor beside the bed and went into a lotus position.
"Do as you will."
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