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Post by Taggon on Jan 8, 2015 14:44:37 GMT
Two Autobots rushed inside, a medics by trade. One went over to fix up Daimond, sealing her wounds and immediately making sure she was getting patched up so that she wouldn't bleed to death. The mech worked with urgency. He hooked up Diamond to an energon line after he made sure she was going to make it. She had a good chance of it, should she have a firm grip on life.
AS for Hotwire, another medic came. This medic was exactly sixteen feet tall, black and pure white. The medic had thin arms, and very large servos. The medic was slightly insect like, having a four-barrled optic in his left optic hole. The medic raised a brow at Hotwire, "If thy is not a Decepticon---then how, oh femme, did thou arrive here?" The medic chuckled, and began work on her, after one of his optics projected an an ex-ray scan. He began to work on Hotwire, Commencing a patch-up work on her. He was puny for a mech, but he did his job.
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Gox monad inside of Hotwire as the poison slowly wore off. Gox could feel himself beginning to get some consciousness, and thus some will power. The little spider was a little worn however. He wanted to stretch, but there was work to be done. You just...love getting into trouble don't you? Gox thought to her. Then Gox began to finish up on her pelvic girdle, trying to not be too negative in mood as he worked as well.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 8, 2015 15:08:47 GMT
Gox... go...
Hotwire thought the words to him.
Or you'll be captured too... The Bots will have you instead...
"I'm a Merc," she told the medic, "The enemy of my enemy is my enemy's enemy... that's all..."
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 8, 2015 15:10:10 GMT
Diamond began to power up again, her digits twitching occasionally. Her optics would begin to open, and suddenly squint from the bright light. She turned her helm to see the medic, and looked around the medical bay. The femme's spark beat was steady, and her energon flow was gaining more of the life essence it needed. Her mouth moved to speak, but no words came out due to exhaustion.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 8, 2015 15:23:48 GMT
((Sorry for the long reply, my grandmother was coughing up blood. No joke.))
I would protest, but I know you will just insist. Hotwire---before I go I sincerely hope we can meet up again. Gox said, and then began to dislodge himself from the body of Hotwire, slowly and carefully. He frowned inside his helm, knowing that she wanted him out. It was just that he didn't want to leave her. The spider crawled out groggily from Hotwire, sneaking underneath the berth quickly for cover. He made sure no one else was looking as he hid underneath the shadows. He knew that going for the ground-bridge now would be the best idea, but he stayed where he was when the very vehicon who had beaten his friend burst through, holding up the wanted mech known as Skyspray.
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Taggon kept walking with a purpose, as he glanced through the medbay for spare berth. He was getting desperate, seeing two of his friends take a steep dive in the he alt department the same day. Taggon placed the mech on a berth once he found one, and then spun around to address the medic who was working on Hotwire. He examined her from behind his helmet, making sure she did not do anything sly. He approached her, and then looked down at her from his standing point. he said nothing, just scanning her with his red visor, along with the medic, who glanced at him casually. "You broke her leg didn't you? Seriously Taggon, you couldn't have just used EMPS? Decep--I mean, Mercenaries happen to be people too, and despite their occupation, I'm sure they don't need their legs broken." the medic sighed, as he continued to heal her, but never hooked her up to an energon line. he would require permission for that.
"I have my reasons for it." Taggon stated, beginning to tromp for the ground bridge, never noticing the small spider, watching with horrified optics from underneath the berth. Taggon equipped his long-ranged rifle, and then took another breath as he looked wearily into the bridge. Six days on the field and I am getting tired. Curse these grounds and all the breaks these Autobots are allowed--I am going soft.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 8, 2015 15:32:44 GMT
Hotwire sighed with relief as Gox left her, and let her head fall back.
"Oh yes, Mercs are people too, Vehicon," she spat at him, "Y'see? This is like what I always say. I don't get status of Prisoner of War and yet..."
Her nails dug into the table with a slow, angry *screee*.
"If you've got good reasons, I'd love to know them..."
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Post by Taggon on Jan 8, 2015 16:10:52 GMT
((GTG soon...it's getting late here....))
Taggon stopped in the middle of his footsteps, as the femme addressed him by what he was, as if it was a curse word. Vehicon. So many said the word with distaste, like it was something lower then dirt, or as low at least. Taggon just rotated his helm around by about ninety dregrees, so that he could look at her from the corner of his optics. "Hotwire. I know very little about you, aside form the facts that you have tried to capture me twice, you have jeopardized my fellow Autobots, and that you spit my name like something that is heathen. Your bitterness that seems to be rearing it's helm repeatedly around me is what sometimes gives you poor treatment in return. I myself find it hard to treat you properly because of the information I just gave you. Like you said though, I probably will regret my choice of handling of you, and it will most likely be soon." Taggon responded with a pitch that told Hotwire he meant every word he spoke, but at the same time he seemed to be used to it.
He then addressed Diamond. "Hang in there rookie. You have had a long day. I suggest you retire to your quarters after you're repaired. You have earned your rest. I will try to find you if I come back." Taggon said nonchalantly. It was the fact that war could kill the most powerful fighter at any moment, any way. Taggon kenew this from experience, which he used as his guide for various cases. After waiting for Hotwire's reply, Taggon stepped through the ground bridge. This time it closed behind him.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 8, 2015 16:11:03 GMT
Skyspray was still in stasis as he got placed on a berth. His wounds were multiple and energon wasn't slow to flow out of his body from some particilary nasy wounds in his shoulder and his throat.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 8, 2015 16:17:06 GMT
Diamond looked at Taggon before he left, "Thanks." Was all she had managed to say before shutting down her systems. She'll rest here until the rest of her body stabilized. There was no way she was doing that again. Might as well just stay in her room until truly needed.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 8, 2015 16:53:44 GMT
Dodge came into the room, and saw that no one had stabilized the mech but someone had stabilized the femmes. Cursing to himself, he pulled out his med kit.
Now, it had been a while since Dodge had last used it. Opening the bag, he was thankful that everything was still exactly where he had put it. He put the strap over his shoulder and walked over to the mech. A visor slid down from either side of his face, covering his optics. Everything felt very familiar to him, fitting like a glove.
Scanning the unconscious mech, Dodge started pulling out the tools he needed to patch up the wounds. He noticed that the Energon line in the throat was nearly severed, and pulling out a line clamp, he stemmed the flow. Using a sterile needle-and-thread combination and forceps, he sewed the severed line back together. Next, he took a gauze and gently cleaned away the excess Energon. Carefully, he took the clamp off and saw no leaks.
Moving on to the shoulder, he sighed. This was going to take some time. There were several punctured lines, and the dried Energon made it difficult to see. He just started the same procedure as earlier, blocking out what was going on around him.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 8, 2015 17:20:11 GMT
As he was still in stasis, he didn't feel anything. But you could see his weak, orange endoskeleton in the wound he had on his shoulder. The throat had been shot seven times at point blank range from a heavy pistol which meant that pretty much all the metal around it had been damaged in some way. His right arm had multiple broken points and his elbow in particular was severly damaged and almost hung loose. His left arm seemed pretty fine on the outside but in reality all the circuts had been fried by the electrical shocks from Vos. And fried were also the circuts in his legs and lower body. His legs had also been shot to pieces by another pistol and later on explosives. Sure, they were coated in explosive resistant armor but they couldn't take everything. And if you looked on the back of the legs you could also see that thwy had been blown to bits. His orange endoskeleton was visible in quite a few spots and it was even that weak that it would bend at the slightest touch. He needed his armor to keep functioning properly but the result was that it was much heavier than regular armor. His lower left leg aöso had a would that came from a barbed dagger that had infected him with a poison that kept him from ventilating. Right now it had been better but his heat levels were still in the dangerous zone and some of his systems had overheated. His lower back also showed sings of explosive damage but not as much as his legs. His torso also had a bunch off bullet holes which energon flowed from.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 8, 2015 17:32:22 GMT
Hotwire sneered. It was obvious that Taggon had missed the irony that he was treating a 'mercenary' with the minimal respect that she had been speaking to him.
Why should she show him respect if he wouldn't grace her with any?
She was getting angry again.
"I... am not... A CON!" she screamed suddenly, and started straining against her restraints.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 8, 2015 18:04:10 GMT
As Dodge continued to work, the visor was constantly updating the list of injuries. It continued to add up, but the lengthy list hardly fazed him. He had seen even longer lists before. Ignoring the scene going on behind him, he focused on his work.
Finished sewing up all the torn Energon lines, he looked at the readout on the poison that was causing the mech to have trouble ventilating. He had seen this poison before, and located a antitoxin drug that would neutralize the poison completely within 10 minutes in his bag. Administering the drug, he then cleaned the poisoned wound so there wouldn't be any risk of getting poisoned again.
Seeing that there were several weak locations on the endoskeleton, he pulled out several pieces of medical grade metal and transformed his right foreservo into a plasma cutter. He cut out various sized stripes of metal, laying them gently on the weakened spots. Putting the leftover metal back into his subspace, he transformed his right foreservo to a welder. He delicately welded the metal, taking great care to not break the weakened metal. Finally, after welding the metal strips down, he took a brief breather.
Taking another scan of the mech, he saw that he had been able to repair all of the life-threatening injuries. All that was left to do was to replace the fried circuits, missing parts, and damaged armor. He pulled out a spare data pad from his subspace, plugged a cable from his foreservo into it, and downloaded the information he had gathered. After downloading the information and typing an explanation that was straight-to-the-point on the repairs done, he set the data pad in a pocket hanging on the bed. He found an Energon drip, and put it in, monitoring the mech's vital signs to make sure he wasn't getting any worse.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 8, 2015 19:13:35 GMT
Sky was still unconcious but his processor was sparking with activity. He wasn't brain-dead at all but simply unable to move because of the fried circuts. And because he didn't want to move. His two chainguns on his upper back also flickered tonlife briefly and made a small buzzing noise. They didn't fire but shifted slightly. His energon was a bit more stable but it kept flowing from his many wounds.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 9, 2015 1:24:25 GMT
The medic who was tending to Howtire just gave a shake of his helm, as he tried to repair her. "Hold still. If I'm going to repair you, you're going to have to hold still." The medic told her, as he tried to placed his servos on her chest so that she would. He was seriously considering sedating her, so that he could get to her repairs. The restraints did not give in, since they had been put there for the point of holding a mad-mech or femme onto the berth.
The medic then tried to get back to her broken leg, beginning to understand why she was strapped in. She didn't seem to have much armor on her front, and thus she had been stabbed and cut pretty easily. Black marks indicated explosions which she had experienced, so that medic spoke up again, "Hear me. I just want to do my job, and that's fixing you. Hold still, and I'll be able to do that." This time he said it in a more coming voice.
Meanwhile, the other medic kept up his work with Diamond, and after stabilizing her, he began to make her a new endoskeleton so that she could have a new arms and leg. Luckily for her, the Autobots had the supplies for that. He had fixed upo her other small scratches and cuts, but it was a matter of giving her a new arm and leg that would be tricky. He gave a sigh at how there was some noise coming from the other berth, and he just rolled his optics at what Hotwire was saying.
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Gox had managed to slip out through the ground bridge, thusly putting him out of the picture. He didn't know where he would go, or really what he should do outside. Follow the vehicon? No, he was freaky. Gox would just have to find someone who was willing to help perhaps....Yeah. Because she has SOOO many 'friends' that would love to help her. Curses. No one ever cares for bounty hunters. What's with that, anyways? Gox wondered just before he had vanished into the ground bridge, and come out the other end.
((I put Gox through because I forgot to last night-I'll try not to pull something off like that again.))
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 9, 2015 1:32:17 GMT
The most frustrating thing for Hotwire was that if she hadn't been strapped in, she wouldn't be making a fuss.
"I'm not a 'con!" she shouted again, "You don't have the right to treat me this way!"
She held still as she was treated but shook her head miserably.
"This isn't fair; I haven't done anything... I was just doing my job..."
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Post by Taggon on Jan 9, 2015 2:07:37 GMT
The medic just kept treating her, trying hard to focus on the wounds she received. It was funny, how fixing people could lead to conversations. The medic spun his four-barreled optics again before finally answering, "No one has accused you of being a Decepticon, so you have no need to--" The medic just stopped short, and then listened to what else she had to say. "Well, bounty hunter, if your job was all you were doing, then it must have been something to make Taggon somewhat suspicious of you. Not many people find it easy to trust bounty hunters, since they have a tendency to do whatever it takes to get their job done. Not to mention you're the same person who captured Helix, and were selling him for ransom, according to the information I received." The medic took his turn talking, but decided he'd give her a shot, "What I will do is make you a deal. If you promise me to calm down, and do as your told as long as it doesn't bring harm to you, I will remove the restraints. Any attempts to escape will result in harsher treatment, though it may not be by my servos." The medic warned as he told her his small bargain gently.
it was clear he wasn't going to hurt her, but the small sixteen foot mech had gestured to the guards, who where eyeing her in the room. She had caused some racket, and she was thus being given some attention.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 9, 2015 2:22:40 GMT
Hotwire nodded, agreeing to the Medic's conditions.
"Do you know what the funny thing is?" she asked him as her restraints were released, "Mercs make lousy spies. I mean, you're always watching us, so we don't even bother with the treachery thing. On the flip side, my employers are always sending trackers with me that I have to kill half-way there. so's he won't kill me on the way back."
She relaxed again, "What's your name anyway, Medic?"
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Post by Vos on Jan 9, 2015 2:41:33 GMT
--void--
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Post by Taggon on Jan 9, 2015 2:42:23 GMT
The medic released her from her restraints, and as she calmed down to his relief, he smiled with some satisfaction, for he was enabled to perform his job in peace. "I do find that little fact interesting Hotwire. Trust is something that is hard to come by these days, and war naturally brings chaos to every front." The medic sighed grimly, as he finished up her broken leg, which had taken heavy damage. it wasn't something easy repairing a wound like this.
"My name is Knaught." The medic replied to the next question, "Normally I would be speaking in a tongue which is more familiar to me, but just so you know I thought I would give this slang modern language a shot. Just like your repairs, so far, so good." The medic confirmed, using his large servos to tend to the fragile injury. "This might hurt a little." He said softly, and then made a few quick ,movements that gave the leg proper functioning power. It would cause her pain as he had warned, now she was just one small step away from a perfectly functional leg.
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Post by Breech Loader on Jan 9, 2015 2:53:49 GMT
"That's okay. I'm accustomed to pain," the warning gave Hotwire time to clench her teeth, while maintaining a perfectly empty expression.
"Anyway Knaught, Taggon," she used the Vehicon's name, "Wanted to speak with me. I'm not really going anywhere in a base full of Autobots. Not right now, anyway."
She sat up and tested her leg with her hands carefully, seeing if the joint was repaired.
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