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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 8, 2015 18:12:38 GMT
Growling deeply, Gunstorm plucked the little mech off her shoulder and carried him out into the hall. She set the mech down and stepped back into the room, closing the door behind her. Scaag was now stuck in the hallway with no way to reach the door handle. This probably wasn't a smart move on Gunstorm's part, but she wasn't exactly thinking clearly.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 8, 2015 18:53:04 GMT
He had been locked out! How rude. This wasn't good at all. At least he had his painting tools with him. He immediately began painting a picture of Gunstorm on the door, but with some minor changes, and with fire behind her. This would indicate that she was angry. He also painted happy flowers around the fire, but made sure that there were no red flowers with them. Because that was not good. Then he stepped back to look at his painting.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 9, 2015 0:46:27 GMT
With Scaag no longer in the room, Gunstorm finally started to calm down. Her optics slowly returned to their usual blue-grey color. Looking around the room, she spotted the hole in the wall.
"Whoops...I'll have to make sure to fix that." She chuckled nervously.
All of a sudden, searing white-hot pain ripped through her left servo. She grabbed the injured servo, leaning against the closest bed. The pain had almost caused her to go into stasis lock.
"HOLY $#!T!" She yelped, accidentally reverting to her human manner of speaking. "That hurts like hell!"
Laying down on the bed, she lowered her servo on the mattress. The slightest movement sent liquid fire through the pain sensors. She covered her faceplates with her right servo, knowing that she had broken something in her left servo and would have to endure the agony while waiting for Chiro to return.
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Post by AeroJet on Jan 9, 2015 3:05:13 GMT
AeroJet was still examining the paint until the the sound of the gunshot caught his attention. He was horrified when he heard the shot, as he didn’t expect the femme would really shoot in the medbay.
After he calmed down a bit, he noticed Gunstorm was holding her left servo and her facial expression somewhat resembled a bot in pain. Although he wasn’t really happy that she pulled out a gun and fired it in the medbay, he couldn’t do nothing when he saw a bot in agony.
He called out, “Ummm… Gunstorm? Perhaps you can rest your servo first.”
He then searched through the room, and finally found some Insta-freeze gelatine polymeric pack in a cabinet located in the corner of the ward. He hurried to where Gunstorm was, and handed her the pack.
“You should feel better if you apply the pack,” Aerojet said gently.
Knowing that he wasn’t a professional healer, he decided if would be the best to wait for a proper medic to attend the case of Gunstorm. He thought that he couldn’t really help by staying, and decided to go after Scaag to see how he’s doing although Scaag didn’t behave.
“I will check on Scaag,” he said before he opened the door and went outside the ward. Hopefully with Bo and JML accompanying, Gunstorm would feel better.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 10, 2015 0:58:11 GMT
"Thanks." Gunstorm took the cold pack and put it on her servo, letting out a little vent of relief as the cold numbed the pain. She had heard what Aerojet said, and hoped that Scaag wasn't causing even more trouble.
Noticing that the human woman wasn't in the room, she wondered where Dodge had taken her.
"Bo?" Looking at the mech, she repositioned the cold pack.
"Hm? What is it?" Bo looked up from the data pad he was reading. He was currently sitting on another bed, having transformed to his bipedal mode. The bed was dwarfed by the massive size of Bo's broad frame.
"Do you know where JML went?"
"I think I heard her in the room next to us. I'll go look." Standing up, he subspaced his data pad and walked to the room next door. He saw me, and entered the room.
"Oh hey Bo." I looked up from my phone. I had been playing games on my phone, bored out of my mind.
"Want to come back to the other room? Gunny's calmed down, but she's ailing right now. Apparently she broke something in her servo earlier." He offered, holding his hand out for me to climb on.
"Sure." Climbing on his hand, we both left the room and went back to the other one. Upon entering the room, I saw that Gunstorm was on a bed with a ice pack on her left foreservo. "What did you do this time?"
"I broke my transformation lock, and I'm pretty sure whatever I crushed earlier is now completely ruined." Lifting her helm, she gave me a sheepish grin. I sighed, shaking my head. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next as Bo set me on the bed next to Gunstorm.
After setting me down, Bo had pulled his data pad out. He had been reviewing field reports earlier, and picked up where he had left off. Finishing the report, he closed the file and opened the next one, which was titled 'Monbetsu, Hokkaido, Japan'.
Reading through the report, he saw that Jazz was there. What he didn't expect to see was Chiro's name appear in the report. He then realized that it had been a while since she left the Med Bay.
Concerned that she could be hurt, Bo subspaced his data pad. "JML, Gunny. I am going to go to Japan - I read the report from there, and I saw Chiro's name in it. She could be in major trouble." Transforming to his beast form, he trotted out of the room and headed to the Control Room.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 4:00:14 GMT
From the seemingly out of nowhere came the heavy thudding of long strides which echoed along the walls dictating that the owner of such strides was backed with power, and fueled with an intense urge to snap on anything that would be suitable to take frustration out on. The swirling vortex had closed after a very tall sleek silver 'bot gracefully made its exit. Icy blue optics pierced around the room, ignoring the unfamiliar faces.
"Just a research mission, they said. Won't take long at all, they said." Came a deep, rumbling tone that echoed with chiming annoyance.
A 20 ft. fem, decorated with shineless matte plating and a few minor scratches made her entrance, though she lacked any symbolism as to who she was, what fraction she was a part of, and what position she held. Her stature was straight and stiff, on the other hand, so she must have been important. Her design was elegant, alluring, and thickly built to take in and deal a very large successful amount of damage, this build was actually very unique made from a very, very rare alloy metal, it could also be noted from her design that she was certainly no youth.
After the judging optics flickered around the room while she made way to the center, the tall frame suddenly came to a hault. She folded her servos behind her curved metallic spine and continued to inspect the area was distaste that quickly turned into anger. This place.... was a.... a.... mess.
After unhappily completing her inspection, the fem released a deafening roar-like yell that was sent crashing against the walls of the Bay.
"SCAAAAAG.... DASHSIDE... WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE ORIGINAL PRIMES HAS BEEN GOING ON HERE."
The Predacon could be noted as irrate, but in all honesty, she really did miss the little 'bot that followed her around constantly. Her mood had been light and chirpy, being able to return and all that, but now she wasn't exactly... pleased. On the other hand, the sparkling would probably get away with this as he did practically everything else. One pleading look, and he'd have the mothering Guardian cracked like a shell.
After her responde went unanswered at first, she whirled around at the nearest 'bot in the room.
"Where did he go?! Why isn't Dash here?" Family first, then patients second. She wanted to make sure they were okay.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 18, 2015 4:32:22 GMT
Gunstorm sat upright, picking me up and holding me close to her chest.
"I do not know where Scaag is... Wish I could be of more help." the maroon femme sighed.
"Hmm... Something tells me Scaag may be in the lobby." I suggested. "He pissed off Gunny here because he wouldn't listen to her. She tried to get him to stop, but hurt herself even more in the process."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 4:59:10 GMT
A deep, very low tone echoed in her chestplate suddenly, though it died off as quickly as it started. Something similar to a purr.
"Ah yes, he can be a handful."
The tall 'bot was about to turn and go find the little monster when the sound of an injury caught her immediate attention. With a voice that lightened to match her normal honey-flowing tone, the fem cocked her helm to the side and approached.
"Injury, what seems to be the problem with you, m'dear. I suppose I can fix or patch you up before I turn tail and hunt down the little mech."
Stellene's been itching to be of use in repairs again, it hasn't been too long, but long enough to leave her feeling deprived and useless once again. Already the tall frame was beginning to pull out a handful of tools from her subspace as the wound would be described, allowing her to lung into repairing with speed and precision.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 18, 2015 5:14:18 GMT
"Well, Scaag pranked me earlier by scaring me pretty good, which caused me to crush something in my left servo. Then, when I got into an argument with the lil feller about painting the Med Bay, I broke my transformation lock, which was keeping my servo partially transformed due to the earlier injury." Gunstorm explained as she laid back down on the bed.
I was laying on Gunstorm's chest plates, and was feeling tired. The area I was laying on was right above her Spark, which meant I was very warm and comfortable. Drifting off, I decided to take a little nap.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 19:04:53 GMT
((You're getting a short reply, working, sorry ;__; ))
"Hmm... sorry to hear that. I heard he can be quite the handful." She didn't exactly want to bluntly put out there that the sparkling was actually her responsibility...
Leaning over the servo that was indicated as wounded, the fem examined the wounded limb with a quick scan which she retrieved from her subspace, replaced it, then removed a few tools of trade, one which happened to be a welder and a very sharp scalpel-appearing knife.
"So then I will be assuming you don't mind my quick mending? I should be on my way very quickly, seems I have a ton to do since my absence..."
Already she was lifting this unknown fem's forearm, carefully supported the injured piece to keep it from becoming further scrambled.
(Is there any way you could describe this for me a bit better? xD Otherwise I'm just going to make crap up...)
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Post by Gunstorm on Jan 19, 2015 3:12:11 GMT
"That's alright, I don't mind a quick repair." Gunstorm watched as the unknown medic lifted the armor off. She winced slightly when she saw the damage. The transformation lock near her elbow was obviously broken, and some parts of the gun was crushed. " Dang, I keep forgetting my own strength..."
Shaking her helm slightly, she let out a vent. "Anyways... My designation is Gunstorm. What's yours?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2015 3:42:06 GMT
With fluid movements, the older medic made very quick work of this crushed servo. Thankfully it was something very minor compared to what she has usually seen from the destruction of battle. In concentration, she removed the plating over the piece that had attached the servo joint to the rest of the forearm and began to use her welder like an expert, extracting incredibly sharp talon-resembling claws from the tips of her digits which allowed the fem to snag the wires and loose pieces that needed to be placed.
From the crushed metal itself, well, that had to be removed and banged out for now. Welding a few wires in place, the 'bot took off the small servo plating and began to literally bend the metal instead of properly replacing it.-
"Sorry for being this lazy, but it'll have to do. If need be, you can replace this part quite easily."
After fixing the kinks out of most of the plating, which took a little while, she began to place them beside the wounded limb and continued to tinker around with the wiring, checking to make sure that the crushed metal never managed to pinch anything important. She found a larger wire with some sort of tiny shrapnel shard protruding from the center. Looks like this is where most of the pain is coming from... She used the tips of her claws to extract the piece from the nerve and quickly grabbed the welder, putting the flame to a very low setting while carefully and patiently closing up the sliced, very sensitive, wire. Flipping off the small tool, she straightened up and began to place everything back together. It was a very tedious job, working with such small pieces, but she accomplished this task at a rapid pace anyways.
"Ah, here you are. Should be good as new. Or, something like that..." She smiled warmly, wiping away her fretting insanity about her "home."
"Ohyes, almost forgot. I am Stellene, it is a pleasure to meet you, Gunstorm. As I'd love to stay around and chat, I need to find my s-... find someone..." She began to quickly stuff her tools back into her subspace, clean up the area, wave the 'bot to freedom with a farewell, then made her exit out to the doors where she had been informed the mech was hiding. Stellene seemed to pick up a stiffer stride of slight annoyance as her optics was alerted to more painting outside of the doors....
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Post by Feenixfire Lockheart on Feb 7, 2015 21:30:00 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 Breech Loader on Apr 10, 2015 22:33:13 GMT
And in we go. I wouldn't say you're the most desperate case in the world," Hotwire tells Gearchange, "Something tells me with the fun and games going on in San Francisco, we'll have some much better reasons to repair than a banged up arm."
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Post by Gearchange on Apr 10, 2015 22:42:45 GMT
A railgun through the arm isn't the only concern, however I sure hope that they can get someone in to look at my processor...
Watchman's dead... so that's him out of the options.
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Post by Breech Loader on Apr 10, 2015 22:47:29 GMT
"Still feeling guilty, Darkie?" Hotwire asks him, "This is how I do it. I take all those little thoughts that tell me I've done terrible things. And I look at them straight on and I say 'Yeah, I done terrible things, what of it?'. And I say that every time, until it doesn't matter any more."
Breech rolls her eyes, "I'm afraid she does. Me, I get away with it by blaming her."
She picks up some light bandages.
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Post by Gearchange on Apr 10, 2015 23:00:15 GMT
He doesn't... but I sure do.
Gearchange pauses.
I stood over his body, for a moment... I was me again, to see someone you've known for nearly half the war and the journey to Earth dead?
No reprogramming will ever erase that.
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Post by Breech Loader on Apr 10, 2015 23:02:23 GMT
"Piffle! Reprogramming erased your entire life. It can rease your experience of one murder. The real question is, do you want it to be erased?"
Hotwire frowns.
"How did you get out, anyway?"
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Post by Gearchange on Apr 10, 2015 23:14:32 GMT
Since Shockwave was incapacitated by the Second in Command, there was one less optic watching my every move, one medic told me the truth... but lied to me also...
they snuck into Shockwave's labratory, retrieving the parts to my servos... my original optics, then i groundbridged out of the place... Decepticons with all the infighting over the next rank turned a blind eye.e
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Post by Breech Loader on Apr 10, 2015 23:54:01 GMT
"Huh... I guess you owe that Medic a lot, huh?" Breech wraps a bandage around Gearchange's arm.
"I'm stuck here until Breech quits feeling like she owes the Auto-," Hotwire starts.
"Hey! I was speaking here!" Breech interrupts herself, "I said, I guess you owe that Medic a lot, huh?"
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