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Post by Long Haul on Jan 10, 2009 19:04:44 GMT -5
Long Haul (hey, remember him?) trundles forward from the back region of the current medical hidey-hole, where he had been doing his part following instructions and putting together the simpler aspect of a device he had been helping Perceptor build.
He rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "That's, erm, about all I can get on my own, Perceptor. Some of the fiddlier bits, you'll have to handle." He looks down at the broken Prime, then up at Grimlock, and notes, "If you like, I can take over here. Stuff seems a bit on the basic side, I should be able to handle it."
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Wreckage-3
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Post by Wreckage-3 on Jan 10, 2009 22:54:19 GMT -5
If there is a jet incoming, it isn't Wreckage.
//Confirmed,// he responds to both Perceptor and Boondocker, relieved that he can leave his weapons holstered for now, then repeats, //Approaching <coordinates of repair area>. I am on foot.//
Then those two simple words over the radio reach him and his stride slows. He finally stops as he reaches the outer perimeter of repair and he looks back toward the crater. Over? His shoulders sag inward and some of the ever-present tension leeches from his frame, relief welling up in its place. This wretched war might never end – he knows this, and it's an unhappy fact – but this battle may soon be finished.
For now, though, he turns back to the Autobots gathered here, doing his best not to loom threateningly over the prone and injured. That tends to never work out well.
"If I can assist," he offers, however unlikely the possibility, "I will."
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Post by Perceptor on Jan 10, 2009 23:45:21 GMT -5
"That is true," Perceptor answers Optimus calmly as he patches another vital system back into working order. "However, it will do Rodimus little good if we were not to make the necessary repairs in lieu of expediency, and you were to fail at a vital moment due to such an oversight."
"Thank you, Boondocker," Perceptor offers absently as he reaches for another tool.
"My concern over your well-being and state of repairs is merely that, Optimus: concern over your well-being. It is not meant as any slight against your ability or prowess. I am the last individual..." he pauses in his rambling to mutter something uncomplimentary regarding the slagged bit of circuit that he is trying to cajole into functionality, before continuing, as if he hadn't just interrupted himself to speak to a bit of inanimate component. "The last individual present who would have any ground upon which to-- Ah, Long Haul, thank you."
Perceptor pauses to stand back and observe what he has accomplished thus far, shakes his head once and leans back in to tweak another few components, before stepping out of Long Haul's way.
"Primary sensory and feedback systems are currently retarded to comfort level, motor functions are at 30%, and fuel, lubricant, and coolant circulation have been rerouted to maintain system integrity distal to the injury site until new conduits can be run," he explains, updating the Constructibot on his progress.
"Botanica, I trust that you can assist in restraining any... rash action?" Perceptor asks as he prepares to let the others take over so that he can return to the device. As much as he would prefer to see the repair through to the end himself, the device... could prove to be far more vital.
To everyone.
Or not? He isn't certain what Rodimus means by "it" being "over," however, he still has a very important project to complete.
"Protect the injured," Perceptor asks Wreckage, although it seems less a request than an order. A polite order, but an order, nonetheless. "Please," he adds. "And if you could keep me informed to any substantial events down below, I would appreciate it."
Perceptor rattles off his frequency to Wreckage before turning, with a backward glance, and slipping into the back area where Long Haul had appeared from, pulling a component from subspace and already fiddling with it as he ducks out of sight.
ooc: not out of scene - will respond occassionally, if necessary, to things happening in and out of scene - but out of rotation.
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Shanodin
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Post by Shanodin on Jan 11, 2009 11:20:20 GMT -5
"Oh for...by Matrix and Allspark, you are acting worse than a newly-formatted protoform on it's waking day!" Botanica snaps when Optimus goes all 'my toy, my toy' over his axe. One set of forearms crosses over her chest, while the other set of hands rest at her hips. "Now see here, Optimus Prime. Rodimus' orders were to stay out of his way, attack from a distance and let him do what needed doing. You think it's easy for the rest of us to leave him to fight that...that abomination? It isn't." She fixes the young Prime with her parti-coloured stare. "I appreciate your youthful enthusiasm," -oak and ash, that sounds weird to be saying to a Prime- "I appreciate your sense of duty and honour. But you must learn to be practical. You'll be of no use to anyone until you are repaired; this is not something that can simply be patched."
She merely nods at Perceptor when he and Long Haul swap off. She knows what they are working on, and it takes priority over anyone and anything at the moment. Between herself and Long Haul, Optimus will be well cared for. A murmured acknowledgment of Wreckage's arrival, and she busies herself with assisting Long Haul as needed.
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Post by Boondocker on Jan 11, 2009 20:05:23 GMT -5
Boondocker looks up at Wreckage, forcing a smile. Still kinda uneasy about playing nice with these good Decepticons, but old conceptions die hard.
"I reckon we kin keep watch. Y'all look like y'all might be a lil' better'n me at this whole combat thing."
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Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on Jan 11, 2009 20:11:48 GMT -5
From his spot in the floor, Grimlock grumbles. He's got no plans of going anywhere, and looks over at the makeshift operating table, where the Prime and Botanica are trading wits.
"Mmph. Funny plant ladybot right, Little Prime better off here. Rodimus no need help. If him needed it, him ask for it. Little Prime have good intentions, but just relax. Me Grimlock want to fight too, but me no want to be carried off in bucket."
Again. Shhhh.
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Optimus Prime
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Post by Optimus Prime on Jan 12, 2009 16:17:52 GMT -5
'Little Prime.' 'youthful enthusiasm.' 'acting worse than a newly-formatted protoform.'
Optimus wants to go out and help fight the fight. But everyone here sees he has delusions of grandeur. Why can't Optimus?
And then Rodimus' radio announcement comes in--the day is saved and Optimus wasn't needed for that either. And even the person who has lectured him about getting proper repairs is now abandoning him for some other project.
There's not much he is needed for at the moment, is there?
There isn't going to be much 'rash action' from Optimus. In fact, he's fallen very quiet. He's got a lot to think about.
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Post by Long Haul on Jan 13, 2009 17:53:42 GMT -5
Oh, sure. Long Haul's good enough to carry stuff around, but not good enough to actually do any repairs?
He looks around at the others, shrugs, and gets to work, continuing Optimus's repairs. As he works, he mutters, "Look onna bright side. I ain't even been allowed onna battlefield yet, 'cept for running the turrets onna top of the old base. 'No, no Long Haul, you're needed here.' 'Oh, wait, Long Haul, we need you to play stretcher bearer and stretcher atta same time.' 'Long Haul, this is /much/ more important.'" He snorts - an amazing accomplishment, as he lacks a noise.
"Y'ask me, they're just worried I might like fightin' too much."
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Wreckage-3
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Post by Wreckage-3 on Jan 13, 2009 18:14:42 GMT -5
That order from Perceptor draws only a bemused stare from Wreckage at first, punctuated by a blink or two.
He was just summarily told what to do. By an Autobot.
"O-of course," he says quietly. How strange, dealing with a Perceptor who is concerned for the well-being and safety of the injured. Strangely… pleasant, the warrior supposes, in a very weird and unnatural sort of way. As Perceptor vanishes deeper into repair, into the alcove at the back, Wreckage also turns and starts away to place himself between repair and the crater proper, further up on the lip. He'll be a more obvious target, of course, but better him than the more seriously injured.
He pauses, however, when Boondocker offers him a smile. Wreckage's is equally as strained, though he tries to be sincere.
"I would… appreciate the company," he admits, rolling his sore shoulder to check its movement; better than before. At least his self-repair functions are as intact as ever. The company, if not the combat, might make the waiting a little easier.
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Shanodin
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Post by Shanodin on Jan 14, 2009 10:35:42 GMT -5
Botanica looks up at Long Haul, one eyebrow raised a bit in annoyance.
"Now, don't you start!" she says, though with a considerably softer tone than she'd used when she'd blessed out Optimus, "I'm sure by the time we figure out how to go back to our respective homes, you'll have seen enough of fighting. We all will have. But in such an engagement, keeping those capable of doing what repairs need doing out of harm's way is necessary. What you do is very important, Long Haul."
She sighs, then returns to work. Botanica mutters, "He says it's over but I doubt it. Greed and power sing with powerful voices."
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Post by Victoria Raines on Jan 14, 2009 11:32:23 GMT -5
After his rather unsatisfying scuffle with one Perceptor, Shockwave finds himself the opportunity for a scuffle with the other. The Decepticon commander looks a bit worse for wear. Some fluids occasionally trickle down from the long cuts in his leg, one side of his chest and torso are scorched, and his hand is missing a chunk of its armour plating. Shockwave had used bits of his plating to fashion stop-gap pins and joins severed by Perceptor's scalpel. He also lacked full range of motion in his fingers, but that should not be a problem.
Long Haul and Botanica are occupied with their patient. Wreckage and Boondocker are currently facing away from where Shockwave himself is hiding. If he takes this path, circles round, he should be able to come up behind the work area and ambush this Perceptor in his hole.
Especially if there is a distraction for the others to focus upon. He places a few radio calls, even as he begins to work his way around the group, being careful to maintain distance.
OOC: Shockwave is nearby, but not actually in thread yet. Will make a proper post-in on the next round.
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Post by Blitzwing on Jan 15, 2009 5:08:35 GMT -5
Blitzwing touches down 2 miles away from the Autobots, having come in quietly as not to be prematurely spotted. Assuming Shockwave didn't give him the wrong co ordinates, Blitzwing should be bringing warm fuzzy tank death to the Autobot medics and wounded.
Firing 5 shells at different trajectory's so they all hit at the same time, Blitzwing waits for Starscream to start his attack so that he may join in.
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Boondocker
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Post by Boondocker on Jan 16, 2009 14:58:21 GMT -5
Boondocker grins when Wreckage notes appreciation, and finds himself a bit more relaxed. For now...
Then Botanica speaks of power and greed, and he shudders. "Aw, c'mon Miz Botanica...a lil' optimism never hurt nobody."
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Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on Jan 16, 2009 15:30:56 GMT -5
Grimlock grumbles a bit from his spot on floor. "Me Grimlock think too much complaining going on here."
For a bit, he falls quiet, until he hears a faint whistling. He looks around, trying to place the noise, until Synapse makes a comment over the radio. "...blue truck-bot speak too soon!" Grimlock is up with a crash, knocking aside a couple of boxes, and letting his bits of armor he was holding drop to the ground. He takes a few steps over rather quickly, huddling himself over the makeshift operating table, aiming to shield the Little Prime and Botanica, at least. "Me Grimlock say duck and cover!"
Normally, Grimlock would just charge out to meet the tank head-on, but maybe he's trying to prove something. Maybe the big lug is good for more than smashing.
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Post by Long Haul on Jan 17, 2009 22:21:54 GMT -5
Long Haul's first instinct when the shelling begins is to duck. His second is to recover and throw himself over Optimus Prime. The fact that this isn't his first instinct is the clearest demonstrator that he is still more civilian medic than military.
As Long Haul waits out the dirt and debris that's being blasted loose, he checks Optimus Prime's injuries, making sure that he's still all right to transport - just a few feet. To the others he says, louder, "I'm gonna try and move him towards the back, away from the shelling!" And then, Primus and player willing, he does just that.
Optimus Prime skipped due to time-out. Also, if Optimus Prime's player is agreeable, both he and Optimus should be making their way out of thread now.
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