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Post by Long Haul on Oct 27, 2010 15:01:22 GMT -5
"Arright. No more questions now. I'll get the sigil painted on while you're still getting the armor booted up," Long Haul answers Ultra Magnus.
In other words, Long Haul will be drawing on Ultra Magnus while the larger robot is 'sleeping.'
He turns towards Sentinel as the other arrives, and sighs. "'Nother DOA, huh? Naw, don't need to leave, just... wheel it towards the... the storage room," ugh, "and I'll get it processed when I get the chance."
Well, this is certainly proving to be a rather busy medical shift!
He looks up as Rev backs into the wall and gives a down-beat shrug to her. "Unfortunately, the DOAs happen pretty regularly. Sooner or later, you'll prolly end up dealing with one on Rock Watch." Technically, they're never quite 'dead' on arrival - there's always at least a little spark left in them, even if there's no time to do anything besides watch them die.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Oct 27, 2010 23:58:21 GMT -5
So long as Long Haul doesn't draw "kick me" on Magnus's back and a moustache on his face, there shouldn't be any problems.
"That's fine," he starts to tell Long Haul as he lifts his helmet, but Sentinel Prime's entrance interrupts things. Magnus, out of habit, turns to look when the other Autobot enters and at least acknowledge him with a nod to avoid being rude. The tiny body in Sentinel Prime's arms, however, draws Magnus's attention. He freezes in place and stares.
He knows that shape. He knows that helmet, that face. He knows that corpse.
"…Crunch," he says hoarsely, voice bleak. Those who look will notice his hands trembling slightly.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Oct 28, 2010 8:05:16 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime is plenty familiar with where they keep the 'Storage Room' (Pistons, can't they just call it the morgue?), though he rather wishes that he was not. He smiles slightly, perfunctorily, for the new girl, but Long Haul's already explained the situation. Wheels for feet? How does she handle rain?
But my, my, my, that is an interesting reaction from, Sentinel Prime asks uncertainly, "...Ultra Magnus?" The head that is on his shoulders looks right for his roommate, but the body and the helmet that he was about to put on his head look more like... Ultra Magnus, Sentinel Prime's Ultra Magnus. Ignoring style differences, and style differences were meant to be ignored, he looks awfully like Sentinel Prime's Ultra Magnus. Sounds a fair bit like him, too, but the Ultra Magnus there always sounded a d fair bit like the real Ultra Magnus.
Before, he just looked like someone wearing a variant on Optimus's body style.
Sentinel Prime thinks he's seeing all his issues with his ex-friend, the one his filed his guilt subroutines under, and go colliding right into all his issues with his former boss, how he always favoured Optimus, just because his scores were so slagging good, never mind that scores don't mean a flipping carjack in the real world, how he might have won the Great War all by himself but he really needed to get on with it and die already or at least retire to an energon farm or merge with Vector Sigma or something.
"You look, uh... like that guy in your video."
Sentinel Prime shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "So he's Crunch? He was a friend of yours?" He sounds quite sympathetic, as if he feels bad for Ultra Magnus's bereavement. "I'm sorry."
Issues or not, the body got a reaction out of Ultra Magnus, and Sentinel Prime can use reactions. He just regrets that dropping poor little Crunch off in the Storage Room means he can't keep studying for more reactions, but it has to be done, and so he steps over there, avoiding Rev and Long Haul's work.
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Post by Rev on Oct 28, 2010 12:23:50 GMT -5
In her time, she’d had seen some nasty wrecks, thankfully no one she knew well, this Crunch looked like he’d gone offline in a relatively peaceful way. She felt sorry for Long Haul, he looked like he was used to death, like he had seen it so many times it was almost routine. From Rev’s point of view, death wasn’t something you ever supposed to get used to. As for Ultra Magnus, now she had a name for the face, he had all her sympathy. Blue guy seemed to be what she expected, a stoic soldier doing what was needed while still holding that compassion for a fellow sentient.
Standing there, unable to help, merely needing some basic maintenance and vorns too early, she felt like a pit stop on a one lap race. And all these new faces, she was very tempted to just sneak away and find a quiet corner to de-frag in. “Should I leave and come back later?” her headwings are going to be tilted down for days.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 28, 2010 19:43:10 GMT -5
Long Haul has gotten used to death. That's new.
He didn't arrive in this reality that way.
He peers up at Ultra Magnus, tilts his head, and takes half a step forward. "So you knew 'im, huh?" He rubs the back of his head. "I... sorry, man."
He turns towards Rev and shrugs. "S'up to you, uhm... Rev, right? I'll get to you after I've taken care of Ultra Magnus, which shouldn't take too long, but if you don't want to stick around for it, and, erm, I wouldn't blame ya'," especially not after the arrival of the DOA.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Oct 28, 2010 22:48:59 GMT -5
How does Magnus explain that he's responsible for the death of that Micromaster? How does he explain after all this sympathy he doesn't deserve?
"We… weren't friends," he says awkwardly. His shoulders droop with shame and he rolls his helmet in his hands, not quite able to look directly at Crunch's body. Given the nature of this place, he half expects Crunch to sit up and turn on him with fury and bitter accusations. Big Daddy has done it once already on his behalf; Crunch certainly has every right to take his own pound of Magnus's flesh. The dread passes, but not the guilt, and Magnus lifts his helmet in part so he can hide behind the dormant, emotionless face while his armour systems boot up. "He was under my command," he admits before tugging on his helmet and locking it into place.
Then Ultra Magnus goes very, very still, arms dropping to his sides, optics dark.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Oct 28, 2010 23:05:25 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime finishes dropping off Crunch and turns around. Huh, Ultra Magnus's (?) helmet's optics are dark. First things first, he greets Rev, pleasantly enough, though not with much levity - he just dropped off a corpse, "I'm Sentinel Prime. Judging by the chatter on the radio the other day, you're Rev?"
Then, he asks Long Haul, ever eloquent, "What's up with that?" He points a thumb over at Ultra Magnus.
Finally, Sentinel Prime sighs and shakes his head, "Has to be tough, losing a troop." It's not something Sentinel Prime really thinks about. It's not something he wants to think about. His Jazz, Jetfire, Jetstorm, wow, those three were and are all really slagging annoying in their own special ways, but if any of them died, Sentinel Prime would... worry about damage control for his reputation, mostly.
But he'd miss them, a small part of him admits to himself.
And an even smaller part of himself whispers, And I think I'd blame myself.
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Post by Rev on Oct 29, 2010 1:00:51 GMT -5
So there really is an Autobot inside of Sentinel Prime, one occasionally wonders.
“Sentinel Prime, nice to meet you, and yes, I’m Rev” she filed the face away in her memory core, one more blank filled in.
Rev changed her mind, her intakes sucked down more air and she stood up straighter, as did her headwings. If she was going to be a valuable unit in the greater Autobot cause then she was going to have to start acting the part instead of the quiet background racer. “Actually if it’s alright, I’ll stay. Perhaps I can even help?” She may have wheels for feet but she was amazingly steady, even if she was nervous. Rev didn’t sound nervous though did she?
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 29, 2010 9:44:12 GMT -5
"Oh," is all Long Haul says as Ultra Magnus says that the individual was under his command. When Ultra Magnus's optics go blank, Long Haul picks up the Autobot stencil and holds it up against Magnus's shoulder.
"He's rebooting," Long Haul explains to Sentinel Prime. "That suit acts like an extension of him, more or less, so to get it working right he has to boot up into it." As he talks, he uses a quick spray of red paint to put the Autobot symbol in place, then steps back. Well, looks straight.
He turns towards Rev and shrugs. "Actually, I'm done with Magnus now until he boots up, so if you don't mind getting on that berth," he gestures to the nearest one that isn't covered with tools, "I can run a quick scanner check to get your baselines. You got your schematics on file?" Many Transformers have their own schematics in memory, even if they personally lack the expertise to make sense of them. Saves new medics working on them the first time from having to start from scratch with each new model they encounter.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Oct 29, 2010 20:59:37 GMT -5
The darkness and near-silence – the others' voices are only just audible as low, indistinct murmurs with the helmet's sensors offline – as he waits for his processes to engage the new armour give Ultra Magnus time to think, to compose himself. Time to focus on something other than Crunch.
If he can.
OOC: Skippable for a couple of rounds while he boots up.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Oct 29, 2010 22:21:44 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime has many things inside! He's mostly full of slag, to be sure, but oh, there's an Autobot in there all right. It's just that Autobots from his reality are trained to be xenophobic (Even Grandus was afraid of a little human!), snobby about the use of powers versus the use of weapons, to scorn the arts...
Sentinel Prime listens to Long Haul's answer, and some recognition lights up in his optics. He exclaims, "Oh! Armour suit mods aren't entirely unknown in my reality." Prowl has that sidecar-to-armour deelio. "What's the occasion for the new look?"
He still hasn't pieced together that the Ultra Magnus-looking bot in Ultra Magnus's videos is Ultra Magnus, since he's used to thinking of Ultra Magnus as looking like a white almost-Optimus Prime. It's very confusing.
To pass the brief bit of time he has before his next shift, Sentinel Prime chitchats with Rev, "Just in for a check-up, huh? Hope you haven't caught anything. Those organic planets, they can be rough on a bot's systems."
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Post by Rev on Oct 30, 2010 15:34:24 GMT -5
More than happy to put the sight of poor Crunch out of her processor, Rev glided over to the indicated berth and jumped up with an elegant little spin. Datapad in hand, she pulled up her schematics and stared at the files for a long moment before passing the pad over to Long Haul. She hated sharing her files with a new Medic though she knew she had to, they were so personal, it was little better than stripping off her armour.
The races were her life, had been her life, it what she was built to do and she was slaggin good. She routinely pushed her components to their stress limits and occasionally past. The maintenance and repair file attached to her schematics was detailed and incredibly long, it also detailed what she kept hidden under her visor and mouthplate.
She did laugh at Sentinel’s comment about organic planets, she’d heard that some bot’s were a little xenophobic; he must be one of those cases. He had as much chance of catching influenza as a human did of getting cosmic rust, “We should chat over a cube later, Velocitron was never fully cyberformed and then there’s always the Jungle planet”. But Jungle planet was special.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 30, 2010 20:15:18 GMT -5
Ah, but organics (and their planets) generate insane amounts of dust compared with a machine, and never even mind the side effects of sucking a bird up the wrong intake!
Long Haul explains to Sentinel, "He's more goin' back to an old look. The armor's usually part of 'im. Apparently something happened right before he got here, and he lost it." He shrugs. "S'lot easier to dig up the parts for a suit of armor than, say, something the size of Omega, but even so, taken us awhile to get the replacement built."
He activates several sensors as he looks over Rev's schematic and medical files, then uploads the files into the medical database and the sensor interface.
"I'd never even heard of 'organics' before I arrived here," he admits. "First time I saw a forest, I thought it was a bunch or really irregular, badly placed columns that someone had built out inna middle of nowhere for some reason. Someone hadda explain to me that they built themselves instead." He begins recording what the sensors have to say about Rev. "Pretty shoddy construction, really. Kinda easy to knock 'em off their foundations. 'Course, even the inorganic construction on Gillanan was bad. I don't think I saw a single building there that'd last a million years!"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Oct 30, 2010 21:29:09 GMT -5
"Chat over a cube? Sounds great," Sentinel Prime replies, grinning. Woohoo, a chance to talk to someone new before Optimus Prime completely ruins her opinion of him! (Sentinel Prime can do that by himself, thanks.)
Then he finally gets it. "Ooooh, so that bot in the video is this Ultra Magnus?" He rubs the back of his helmet. "I... well... nevermind, then!"
But Long Haul proves himself to be a True Autobot Hero, in Sentinel's optics. He claps his hands together and agrees, "That's what I'm talking about! Nothing's up to regulations; none of it matches. It's all a complete and total mess."
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Post by Rev on Oct 30, 2010 21:50:47 GMT -5
To Rev’s optics, Sentinel seemed a little too eager to share some talk, she wondered what she might have just rolled through on that one, she mentally shrugged, first place or last as the saying went.
“Yeah… a million years…, that’s the scary thing with organics, a million to us is a billion to them. They don’t need that long. Take a sentient species like a human for example, if they wanted to, they could double or even triple their population in 30 years – one million? They’d overrun the galaxy, another mil, the entirety of the multiverse. And they would find a way to nuke every Unicron in their way. It’s a wonder they haven’t done it yet.” She said the last with a sigh, they really were that scary.
She had spent entirely too much time - a couple of days anyway - with those Humans in question, she found them easier to talk to than another cybertronian. Rev was the sort that thought cybrats were cute intead of wanting to stand on a chair and scream or frag them with eleventy-nine guns blazing.
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