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Post by Hook on Jun 8, 2008 12:52:01 GMT -5
For an area hastily cleared of rubble and then invaded by Hook, the field hospital is remarkably less crude than one might reasonably expect. Of course, if Hook were the story-telling type, he could tell anyone who stands still too long about the much worse conditions he's worked under in his home-reality. Fortunately, he is not.
His toolbox is out but closed, ready to be picked up and carried to wherever he needs it. There are some native Gillanese car-bodies that have been bashed into reasonable shape as berths. By hammers, not fists.
And Hook is waiting.
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Anyone who needs/wants repair RP, show up here. Mixmaster may or may not be around, depending on his player.
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Post by Skyfire-3 on Jun 8, 2008 14:50:08 GMT -5
Skyfire probably wasn't the first individual to show up at the field hospital, but he may have been one of the tallest, standing head and shoulders above the rest. His wounds were fairly obvious; a ragged chunk blown out of the base of one wing, and thin metal skin bent crumpled like so much tinfoil all over his body.
What wasn't so obvious was why he'd turned up at the Decepticon field facility.
"Hook... as famed and skilled a cybersurgeon in this reality as in my own. Might I have a word with you?" Skyfire asked. He lowered his voice and said, "My personal frequency is <insert freq here>"
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Post by Hook on Jun 8, 2008 21:38:59 GMT -5
Hook gives Skyfire a look that bespeaks a certain dubious regard for the white shuttle's flattery. "I suppose that you may."
//In private, mmm?//
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Post by Skyfire-3 on Jun 8, 2008 21:49:08 GMT -5
Skyfire gave Hook a lazy smile, apparently unhindered by doubts of either himself or Hook.
// As you can see, I could use a few repairs. Trivial for one of your skill, of course, but I'd rather not go through my usual channels. As compensation for the extra trouble it would put you to, I can offer a certain small... consideration. //
Skyfire-3 generally avoided getting hurt in the first place, but when he did, he made sure only minor repairs were left for Perceptor-3 to tend to. Perceptor-3 had entirely too much enthusiasm for his work for Skyfire-3 to feel comfortable yielding up too much control, too much vulnerability to him.
Hook's victims... er, patients didn't flinch at his touch, and didn't seem to require strapping down.
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Post by Runamuck on Jun 9, 2008 5:43:25 GMT -5
Runamuck trudges up the road, grumbling the whole time about how it takes so slaggin' long to travel without wheels. At some point in his wanderings, he's managed to clean most of the sewer gunk off, most likely by kicking over a fire hydrant and moving too late standing in the water like a half-afted shower. By the time he gets to the field repair station, some of his white is even showing again.
From the front, he doesn't look too bad, aside from a set of large dents in his helmet, a few smaller nicks in his fender-toes, and his windshield being shattered. From behind, the entire rear upper quarter of his vehicle mode is gone, and his back, including the back of his head, is blackened and scorched from cannon fire and dented and dinged from falling rubble. A sloshing sound follows as he moves.
Seeing Hook occupied, Runamuck mutters "I'll wait my turn over here." He moves himself over to a berth, levering up one of his legs and prying open the back of his foot, then setting it down, letting water, muck, and some kind of small fish drain out.
OOC: Skippable, until a medic is available to check him out.
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Post by Eye-fire on Jun 9, 2008 20:18:09 GMT -5
Eye-Fire is unsurprisingly already here, lying down and doing about as much as someone who's lost an arm does. He's not entirely sure how he got here, someone must have deposited him with Hook after he went into shut down.
Well, at least his injuries aren't life threatening at the moment. Otherwise Hook would be working to keep him alive. Or not.
You really can't tel with Hook. ___________________________________
OOC Note: Lets just assume that someone dropped him off and has gone on their way. It would be slightly silly if the most injured Decepticon was not at the field hospital.
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Post by Hook on Jun 9, 2008 23:54:26 GMT -5
As evil, arrogant, perfectionist geniuses go, Hook tends to work his revenges much more subtly than flaying people open to the core and playing musical pieces with their pain circuitry. Of course, the more elaborate and grotesquely obvious revenges aren't outside his ability, but he does so try to avoid letting people stay around him enough to annoy him to that level. Agonized screams rarely made up for the irritation the doomed mech had already provoked.
Hook folds his arms, glances over the alternate Skyfire's damages. //Your 'consideration' had best be something of considerable interest.//
"You do that, Runamuck. Eye-fire, talk. It reassures me that you're still alive."
Well, it reassures someone.
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Post by Skyfire-3 on Jun 10, 2008 20:39:17 GMT -5
Skyfire folded his arms and smirked--or started to, but winced at the pain his twisted plating gave him as it snagged on other bits of plating.
// Complete--and I mean complete, including the warp drive and sensor suite--schematics for me... and thus my counterpart. I hear he got shot down by Prime, but I haven't seen any Autobot bodies laying about besides our own. He'll be back. Besides, // Skyfire-3 did smirk then, // there's some pretty interesting tech under my hood. //
Besides, Hook would need at least partial schematics to repair him. If he agreed to repair Skyfire, the big shuttle would have given him some of them anyway--but he if didn't repair Skyfire, Hook wouldn't get anything. The bonus was the warp drive and sensor schematics; Skyfire hoped that sweetened the deal enough--and deterred treachery.
// I should tell you, // he said, smiling genially like a politician seeking votes, // that I'm a bit pessimistic. I like to plan for the downside, just in case. If our cause comes out on top, that's great. But... there's a lot of dead mechs that assumed things would keep on going well. If it all hits the fan in a pile of flying slag, I don't know where I might land, but wherever and with whomever it is, well, I'm an adaptable mech. //
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Post by Eye-fire on Jun 11, 2008 4:53:24 GMT -5
"As... you command Hook." Eye-Fire responds. He's more or less sure though that Hook would be able to tell if he's dead by not more than a glance, but perhaps his lack of eye's to dim confuses the matter slightly.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jun 12, 2008 23:26:01 GMT -5
Skystrike doesn’t lurk around the place for once. She wanted to though. Medical facilities, makeshift or otherwise, made her nervous even when she wasn’t the one getting the repairs. At least it was Hook running the place for now and not someone she was unfamiliar with.
Still. Alternate Skyfire was here.
Why was alternate Skyfire here? All that digging and now there was a giant jet thieving space jet in the slagging area of all things.
Outwardly, Skystrike was the embodiment of apathetic serenity. There might’ve been a sharper glow to her dim optics though, and her already sharply angled wings were hitched just a tad higher than before. Her grip on Thundercracker's torso tightened by just a fraction, perhaps noticeable considering the other jet's current state.
//Hook.// The berkut murmurs warily over the shortwave rather than out loud, a futile attempt to avoid drawing attention to them. She didn’t say ‘There’s a honking big Autobot in the med’ because that’d be stupidly obvious. //Thundercracker is here.// Stiffly, Skystrike walked to the nearest berth that was a relatively safe distance away from aforementioned Autobot problem before gently setting Thundercracker down.
OOC: Moving around of Thundercracker done with player permission.
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Post by Thundercracker on Jun 13, 2008 0:24:22 GMT -5
Despite being down three limbs and having wings that look like Swiss cheese, Thundercracker is still conscious, though his features are taut with pain. And they tighten even more when he spots the hulk of Skyfire. Great, is his slinking little duplicate around here as well? Sure, he feels sorry for the other Seeker, but he also creeps him out.
Upon spotting Hook, he can't help but look just the slightest bit sheepish. Hello, Doctor, fancy meeting you here again...
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Post by Hook on Jun 13, 2008 16:57:48 GMT -5
//An acceptable offer.// Just, the tone of Hook's radio-voice suggests. He points to a clear area on the ground. "There are not any tables of the size to lay you out on."
His visor darkens at the rest of Skyfire's radio. Nine million years of surviving Omega Supreme do tend to teach a person about accepting rides when they are offered. Possibly messily murdering someone at the end, as well. //It is good to know who can and cannot adapt to rapidly changing circumstances.//
If Skyfire does as bid, Hook picks up his toolbox and engages his lifters to hover over the white starship. "Of course, I will need your schematics first."
Then Skystrike arrives, carrying Thundercracker in multiple pieces. Wretched timing! "The wanderer returns in the arms of his lady. You idiot. Did someone replace your microchips with Doritos since the last time you wound up here?"
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Post by Skyfire-3 on Jun 13, 2008 23:00:08 GMT -5
Skyfire hesitated for the barest instant, then obligingly positioned himself.
It was too soon for the alliance to break up into mutual treachery--he thought. No, the moment of greatest danger would be when one side or the other located the remnants of those other Autobots--then the other faction would be expendable. Their combined forces were not needed to defeat the pitiful remnant, and after the final mop-up was too obvious a time to dispose of one's erstwhile 'allies'... so it would be just before, he mused. Until then, both factions would be trying to lull the other into... not trust, that was impossible, but complaisance and overconfidence, so they wouldn't move just yet.
If any of the really heavy hitters besides the mining worm had gone down on either side, things might have been different. If Shockwave and Starscream had both been downed, for example, Prime would probably have suddenly forgotten the alliance. If Prime had been gravely injured--or if he ever were, count on the Decepticons betraying them.
Skyfire sighed. Total pain in the aft, all this calculating. He'd rather be out in the frontier, exploring. Intrigue annoyed him, but it was a necessary perquisite to survival, these days.
"Of course." Skyfire tight-beamed his main schematics to the Decepticon cybersurgeon. // I'll copy you the warp schematics and the sensor specs after you're done. They don't need repair now. //
"Our Omega Supreme has more transport capacity than me, but I'll tell you one thing," Skyfire mused. "He doesn't have my speed. He'll never catch up with my alternate if the bastard makes a run for it--and takes the remnant of your Autobots with him."
Skyfire turned his head to see who Hook was remonstrating, saying as he did so, "Doritos? You've spent time on Earth. Rich planet; I collected some lovely artifacts there-- What the--?"
He broke off to stare at the dismembered, battered body of Thundercracker--his beautiful blue jet, horribly wounded and in obvious pain. "Sigma! What'd they do to you, TC?"
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Post by Eye-fire on Jun 14, 2008 15:36:20 GMT -5
Eye-Fire moves his head towards the arriving jetformers as they come down, seeing Thundercracker in bad shape.
"So I may have company for the forseeable future. Nothingvital severed Thundercracker?" Eye-Fire asks, speaking more loudly but still sounding weak.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Jun 14, 2008 16:11:04 GMT -5
Skystrike settled on the free berth next to Thundercracker’s, listening to Hook berate the other seeker with a mildly disinterested expression. She didn’t know what ‘Doritos’ was and quite frankly didn’t care, especially seeing as it was earth related. Aside from the occasional cultural exposure from a few of the other Decepticons on earth, all she ever bothered to know about earth was the fact that it was a great source for annoying music and it was covered in messy, bipedal squishies.
A wing twitched and the berkut uttered a low warning growl in Skyfire’s general direction the moment the larger jet noticed Thundercracker. What happened to Thundercracker was none of the Autobot’s business as far she was concerned. The oversized slagger ought to keep his nosecone in his own affairs. She distantly heard Eye-fire from his berth, but paid him little heed for the time being.
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