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Post by RedOptics on Jan 11, 2015 13:52:14 GMT
(I get carried away oops)
Diamond was about to close her optics when she got Halberd's spark message. She was struggling, Ya, I'm here Hal. The femme waited for a reply. Listen, I'm in a cave, my wings are chopped off, I have no voice box, and possibly more. Okay, that made Diamond open her optics a little with the beginning of a frown. Plus, there's a time bomb, it has 48 minutes left. Wonderful, another problem to kill Diamond through exhaustion. I'm still drugged, I can't do anything. Wonderful timing. She couldn't sense Taggon beside her, not at the moment, she was focused on talking to her sister. What does your world locator say? What region are you in? Diamond asked, it would never say exactly where she was. South America... in some mountains.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 11, 2015 14:02:50 GMT
Taggon had ample reason to believe that Diamond was disrupted from her slumber from something. Just as her wholesome blue optics had began to close, she had stirred. Taggon tilted his helm downwards so that she knew he was facing her. He wondered what was wrong, and then wondered about this femme's sister. He recalled how she had been captured by Vos. Taggon frowned at the thought. It was terrible, what Vos could do to anyone. Taggon gandered that perhaps Diamond had been struck by a small night-mare, and was staying awake. Or perhaps she was trying to show she didn't need sleep. No. She is exhausted. I even told her she could rest. Taggon reasoned.
He remained silent, until he broke the quiet atmosphere with his calm voice. "What ails you, rookie?" He asked, his voice displaying only a portion of concern. Taggon had heard of the term 'too tired to fall asleep', and supposed that maybe that was what Diamond was experiencing also. Taggon personally hoped it was nothing too serious, though he was all too used to something beginning to get out of servo, and him having to clean up after someone.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 11, 2015 14:25:49 GMT
As he began to regain his feelings in the reat of his body he moaned a little. It sure didn't feel nice to have the circuits replaced but there really wasn't anything else that could be done. His chainguns twitched a little as they spun around, indicating that they were working and could fire if the situation called for it. However, since he was inside the medbay there was no need for that. He slowly reached up with his right arm and pulled the object away from his face and eyed it carefully. It didn't seem like it was a bomb or anything which made him relax a little. It looked like it was something that Dash had built and when he read the note that came with the package he confirmed his theory about that since it was she that had left it.
Dash surely know how to leave a gift..
He thought for himself and placed it on the ground. Since some of his own weapons had been lost in Canada, this new weapon was a nice replacement. At least he still had his chainguns and his jamming shotgun left on him. They were the weapons that he used the most and wouldn't trade them for anything. He looked slightly to the left and was just about to say something when they began working on his throat again. This was getting a bit annoying, he was fine! But he couldn't resist when the one repairing him also could slice his throat with a simple movement of his servo. That wouldn't be easy to explain. Not at all. For now he just listened to Taggon and the autobot femme he had "rescued" from Vos.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 11, 2015 14:34:14 GMT
Diamond slowly turned her helm towards Taggon, seeing him as hazy, "H.. Halberd is in trouble...." Her speechwas barely a breath, as if a spirit was whispering something to him. "Struggling through eternal pain...." She blinked slowly, Don't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep! She scolded herself. "South... America... mountains...." Her plea didn't work and she fell asleep, content wiped across her faceplate. On the inside, she was screaming to wake up, but her body wouldn't take away it's much needed recharge time. She had to go save Halberd! Her venting became calm and steady as her spark beat slowed to it's normal pace.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 11, 2015 14:45:14 GMT
Taggon put a servo on Diamonds shoulder, as her body forced itself to sleep, literally. No doubt it was caused by some kind of drug. "Just have your break soldier." Taggon stated, and summoned a ground bridge to the Andes mountains. Another small mission. What could Taggon say? He helped Autobots to the best of his ability, and it was his job. Not to mention, he could use a good reputation, being a vehicon and all. Taggon stole a glimpse at the medics finishing their job on Skyspray, and then addressed them. "I believe I am about to bring another patient. Today you will be enjoying some more company." Taggon told them, and Knaught just shook his head as he completed the toil on Skyspray's arm by wielding and enforcing the armor shut. The other medic was also done with his part, leaving Skyspray to be one-hundred percent functional.
"Youngsters. They always get themselves knee-deep into trouble." Knaught sighed, before the ground bridge appeared. Taggon just took a breath himself, wondering what awaited him in the mountains of Chile. It was his best guess of where the femme was, if she was indeed in a mountain. It would then be a matter of quickly following her life-signature, since matters seemed urgent. Taggon sprinted through the ground-bridge, letting it close behind him.
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jan 11, 2015 15:42:59 GMT
He smiled a little as he finally was able to push himself off the berth and up into a sitting position. That at least felt good and it didn't hurt to move his parts at all. He reached down and grabbed his new gift and placed it on his back, between his two chainguns. At the same time he bowed a little against the medics who had repaired him. It was the proper thing to do as they had saved him from death. He still had a hard time grasping the full meaning of that someone he cared about or even himself would die. It just seemed so far away.
Thank you for patching me up. I really appreciate it. If you ever need anything, I'd be happy to help. It's not more than right. Now if you excuse me, I have to do something.
He smirked and waved to them as he opened a groundbridge. The small green vortex sparked a little and it seemed a little bit odd. But since the place he was going to also had some security that was what he could use. He had gotten the coordinates when his target had been activated and now he was about to take a look. And of course to meet someone. He transformed, another thing that he liked to do and drove through the portal which closed after him. The only thing that witnessed about his former pressence was some energon that laid on the floor all around the berth he had been operated on.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 12, 2015 14:25:30 GMT
Taggon brought up the rear behind Halberd, who hobbled her way out of the ground bridge which had formed within seconds. It shut behind the two, and as it did so Taggon gave the silent command for Knaught and the other medic available to prepare a berth for the wounded femme. He knew she was going through a lot at the moment, and couldn't exert her pain to anyone thanks to Vosses small operation.
The medics obeyed the soundless order, setting up trays of tools and such to repair Halberd. The two then approached and supported her, helping her over to a berth. Knaught had his optics fixed worriedly on the femme, as she clutched her wrings to her chest, streams of tears running down her cheeks.
"You are safe here." Taggon said, reassuring her before he glanced at Diamond, whom still slumbered peacefully. Taggon knew that he could consider his job down for the day, and shut down for a while, but since he had not been up to smack with his routine, he made a small effort to stay awake. There was too much work to be done then to simply go out now. Plus, he was not all that tired anyways. The vehicon thought of how he needed to find Gearchange, who was the only one besides Watchman Prime at the moment, who could help him carry out a small plan of his. The more Taggon thought about the plan, and the more he thought about how desperately these two sisters needed the safety they were given, the more Taggon wanted this plan to be carried out. He knew these two would endure, and what did not kill made you stronger. But that did not mean that it was tough to recover, if you could at all.
Taggon stood there, staring off into space. He was actually using hs helmet's devices to contact the control center, and then request to know about where Gearchange was, or the rest of his crew for that matter. He wanted these answers now, and once he received them he would schedule in another calculated amount of time he would have for a small break before he would arrive at the site of gear change. They needed a talk. Soon. or else the Decepticons would be given too much time.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 12, 2015 15:03:34 GMT
Halberd turned her helm towards Diamond, and she smiled the first real smile in a long time. Poor little feem, she deserved to be back in Iacon or Crystal City. However Halberd deserved the pain of being an arena owner in Kaon. The rules were, for ownership of a successful arena, the owner would be challenged by a willing opponent over the deed. Of course she's won the ownership over and over again. But war was different. She knew Megatron long enough to see his cold heartedness begin to show for society. Thus, a revolution started, which turned into something terrible.
Diamond on the other servo, sensed the sudden closeness of her sister and shift in her sleep, not wanting to wake up. She wasn't planning on a total systems failure as her welcome to the older femme. But she could sense her disoriented memories flash through, how come they were all blurry? Vos must've don something to her that caused that. She must be damaged inside....
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Post by Taggon on Jan 12, 2015 23:14:09 GMT
The medics both glanced at one another before one of them before they commenced the repair. The femme had received much damage, but they would start from her chest down, since the chest was the area which had the most damage done to it. Knaught gently took the wings from halberd, and leaned them against the side of the berth. He then fixed to opening her chest, by destroying the wield marks to commit thusly. He knew that he would have to check her insides, and it would hurt the femme as he did so.
The other medic decided to take out a small needle, and inject the sedation liquid into Halberd, since she would need the rest about as much as she would need the surgery. Knaught found himself looking into her chest's inner workings, and he frowned as he saw how there was no longer a T-cog, and a voice box. Not only had Vos cut off the femme's wings, but he had taken out her device which allowed her to fly. She is going to be broken when she finds this out--if she hasn't broken ten times over already. Knaught thought, as he begun to mend her insides. He just shook his helm at the internal damage. Nonetheless, he mended what he could mend.
Meanwhile, Taggon told himself that it was time to go. He would check up on these two later, and would make sure they were okay. Finding Gearchange would have to be taking priority, since he could very well be the one who would give him the authorization to start the plan. Taggon called in a ground bridge, and began to walk in it once it appeared. He had a few guesses where Gearchange was, and he would take them. The bridge thusly closed behind Taggon, marking his absence.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 13, 2015 1:38:30 GMT
Halberd's tear stained optics began to droop, and pretty soon she fell into a much need sleep. Bad day to reveal her true colours. The pain had come back, and through a subconscious thought, her servo shot up and grabbed the medic's arm, remembering what Tarn did to her. It soon fell back, accidentally leaving a few scratches from the tips of her digits. Trauma wasn't the best thing at the moment.
Diamond slowly opened her optics, getting used to the lighting around her. Looking to her side, she saw Halberd and had to look for a moment to really believe she was there. "Halberd!" She said with glee, pulling her monitoring cables free and standing up, wobbling but jogging over to her sister's berth.
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Post by JML Ranch on Jan 13, 2015 21:02:40 GMT
Dodge frowned when he heard Skyspray's answer. I wish I could do more, but... Venting softly, he quietly slipped out of the Repair Room and headed to the NE Ward.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 13, 2015 23:16:41 GMT
The two medics were half way done on their parts of fixing Halberd, Knaught was making a better looking chest, upgrading the armor some as he did so, already finished with the internal damage within. As for the medic tapering with Hlaberd's legs, he was also complete with the leg damage, and it was a simple matter of repairing the arms now. When Diamond hobbled up, excitedly calling out Halberd's name, Knaught gave her a look that displayed a scolding look on his faceplate. "Diamond. You're not fully---" Knaught spotted the joy he could ruin, and how both sisters had not seen one another in a long time. it was clear by how Diamond moved forward to greet her sleeping sister. Knaught just suppressed a sigh, and then went back to working. "-charged. Never mind." Knaught said.
The other medic did nothing to stop Diamond, being completely absorbed in his work. He found himself repairing microscopic damage as well, and having to replace some of Halberd's endo-skeleton all together, thanks to the miniature explosions which had occurred in Halberd's body. Where ever this femme had been, it was a miracle that she was still alive when Taggon carried her in. The medic moved up a notch on the leg system, since he was done with the lower section. Thusly he mended up the open armor he had caused.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 13, 2015 23:39:24 GMT
Diamond stood at the helm of the berth, smiling brightly as her sister was fixed up. She could do everything with her now, like show her how the Autobots lived in the base, show her some of their battle moves... teach her to be an actual Autobot! The little femme ignored the fact that there were tear stains, she'd be happy soon with them. But she didn't know that she had no longer possessed a T-Cog, which could cause problems. Training with her sister would be so much fun, no more secrets, no more pressure of having to keep the bond closed.
How ya holdin' up there Sis? Diamond asked.
You feel tired, you were in worse shape than I am. Halberd said in a motherly tone.
You should see what the medics are having to fix up on you. The little blue femme tilted her helm, maybe she was too in shock? Something was up, and it wasn't just a missing voice box. She glanced at both the medics with a puzzled expression.
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Post by Taggon on Jan 14, 2015 1:32:08 GMT
Knaught had now sealed up the chest, and retracted his servos to assist the other medic on wrapping up the job on Halberd's legs. She was going to be practically brand new after this, since she had been repaired in such a way that quite a few of her older parts had been replaced with more efficient and better functioning ones. Knaught had not touched the processor though, since to his knowledge it was perfectly functional. Minutes kept slipping by, as did the surgery. Knaught just kept his comments to himself as the smaller blue femme seemed to brightly nbeem down on Halberd, and just stare at her without saying a word. It was quite weird, but Knaught had seen stranger things happen in his presence.
At last, the surgery was finished, and both medics retracted their hands, and afer exchanging some silent nods with Diamond, they both left, off to take a break.
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Post by RedOptics on Jan 14, 2015 2:21:34 GMT
Diamond moved to the side of the birth and sat on her knees, the table low enough to just let her plop her helm into her arms. The silent convorsation they were having went on for a ling time, Diamond to lost in the connection to realize she had once again fallen asleep. It was as if the two hadn't seen eachother for eons, which with their strong bond it had certainly felt like that time. This was the closest a trine could get, usually most trines hated eachother that they would sever the bond somehow, they had their sick ways. But this was a bond that would hopefully last a life time. The medbay was quiet, and both femmes would mumble parts of speech as they communicated. It was strange, but only to those who didn't have any sort of relations to anyone. (Yay cliché posts now)
(Idk where to go)
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Post by Taggon on Jan 19, 2015 1:34:25 GMT
Taggon arrived in a ground bridge to the medical ward, holding Stormgear as he himself walked with a kind of pace that showed he was not happy at all. He gloomily set her down gently on the berth, and despite not being a medic, he tried to patch up her neck wound. He did a second rate job, but he wanted her to have as much energon running through her as possible. He then silently stepped back from her as he left her a message via com-line.
'I have failed.'
He simply said, and waited until Knaught came into the scene, grimly regarding her. He exchanged a glade with Taggon, though the mech slowly turned away, to go. He needed to just get out, where he could think for some time before he told Feenixfire of the bad news. He had even been in the area before the bounty Hunters had arrived, and still, Gearchange had been captured. As Knaught did a real patch up job on her, with perhaps more careful and more professional touches, Taggon began to leave. He was not needed here at all. Taggon made his way out of the medical room at last, leaving Knaught to tend to Stormgear's wounds. it was not that he didn't care about her, it was simply that Taggon needed out. Now.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 19, 2015 1:50:38 GMT
Stormgear on the other hand was in a second stage of shock, which Storm had her servo over the large leaking wound on her neck. She was without doubt choking on her lifeblood, but she was to scared to let go. Oh shiz, I shouldn't have tried playing hero. she thought, feeling the energon tickle past her digits. I only made things worse..
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Post by Taggon on Jan 19, 2015 13:29:52 GMT
The medic silently kept working on Stormgear, repairing her neck in a jiffy. It was his experience with wounds that made the task quick, and it was the fact that he had tended to worse. He had honestly wondered what had gone wrong, but he did not speak. There was no need to, and Taggon's grim silence was enough to tell him that there had been a bad case of failure, or a bad loss of sort.
Knaught moved onto Stormgears chest and are, making sure to seal wounds, and dislodge bullets, or anything in her that shouldn't be within her. He simply wanted her in working condition, like any medic would. Minutes slipped by, and by and by, he finished with her upper chest. Knaught had a few things on his mind, such as how many patients had been brought into the medical bay this month. it was quite crazy, how the casualties were working out.
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Post by Plexo on Jan 21, 2015 12:49:30 GMT
By this time Stormgear was fully repaired, and completely ready to go. Knaught retracted his servos, and then decided to take a break, knowing that he had done his part tot the femme for her to carry on.
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Post by Raiza on Jan 23, 2015 20:17:56 GMT
((Anybody talking about Silvershot here, Taggon?))
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