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Post by Jazz on Jul 21, 2007 9:47:42 GMT -5
Noise.
Lots of noise.
That's something Jazz can understand.
Still no sounds of the battle that should be happening around him, and despite the injury, makes him curious. That cat-like curiousity might just save his life one day. Satisfaction, notwithstanding.
What's going on here?
First figure; a blur of green-grey. Other shadows following after a command. English? Cybertronian? Autobot or Decepticon?
Ratchet? No. Wrong color.
Jazz finds that he doesn't care. Not about the language, anyhow. And the damned visor is on the fritz-- it's not processing the information about the figure in front of him. He needs to retract it, but can't quite get his hand up to his face to do it manually.
"Who..." systems protest the attempt to speak, but he pushes through it anyhow. Especially hearing a familiar 'voice'. His radio, despite what he thought, is still working. "B-bubmblebee? You okay, there? Is everyone all r-right? What happened to the boy? Where's Megatron--"
The questions don't quite pour out as they normally would-- flashes of color and pain striking through key systems, nearly reaching his spark chamber make him stutter, but Jazz has to know. Did he fail?
And in a way, he's afraid that if he loses consciousness again, he won't wake up.
And then he'd NEVER know what happened.
Though Jazz is probably not going to know what happened if he doesn't shut up either.
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Post by Kup on Jul 21, 2007 12:54:13 GMT -5
Kup is speaking Cybertronian, but he certainly understands English. He steps back as Long Haul is dragged forward - had the gold and silver robot not acted first, he likely would have pushed Long Haul towards Jazz instead.
"No medical, no engineering," Kup answers Emirate Xaaron as he steps back and pulls his musket from subspace. "But I can keep you guys from getting interrupted by any more of the local critters." Then he looks up and back at Holi, and points.
"Holi!" he yells. "Shut down the feed and remove the cables from Omega Supreme! Then, erm..." he shrugs and points at the dragon. "If that thing don't resist you, get it on board him."
The dragon, who had been awakened by all the yelling, looked around and blinked with a sleepy confusion.
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Post by Long Haul on Jul 21, 2007 13:22:33 GMT -5
Being dragged forward by Emirate Xaaron is enough to snap Long Haul out of his state of shock, and he suppresses a twinge of guilt for having frozen up when someone needed him so obviously badly. He falls to his knees quickly besides the critically injured mech, and if perhaps his collapse is a bit too fast, it's not so bad as to be noticed. He withdraws his small repair kit from subspace and looks mournfully down at it. It looks so... insufficient.
The Constructibot takes a moment to try to survey the damage. He sighs and speaks, voice shaking, "It's so... different. But... circuits is circuits, right?" It takes him a moment to figure out how to gain access to the inside of Jazz's chest compartment, and after several more moments of examination, he points. "That... maybe I've got it all backwards, but that... seems kinda like a core. Held in place by some sorta field, though, stead of a casing..." The transport curses softly beneath his breath. "And that field's fading. I'll try an' get it stabilized."
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Post by Holi on Jul 21, 2007 16:25:11 GMT -5
Move. Holi has to move. Clear the cables, get the mecha-dragonet. Something he can do, after all!
He doesn't spare a 'yes, sir' this time. He bolts, transforming for extra speed, his siren blaring almost automatically. It's an emergency! Caution thrown to the wind, at least for now, the Micromaster barrels to Omega Supreme, half vaulting, half tumbling into robot mode to avoid hurting himself or damaging Omega as he crosses the tracks. He scrambles to the Guardian's access panel and with a hurriedly heaved apology, wrestles the recharge cables loose. It pays to be the strongest of the Rescue Team.
It takes a little more effort to drag both cables free of the defence base at the same time, but speed is of the essence. Holi then makes a beeline for the little mecha-dragon. It eyes him curiously as he fumbles with the leash, and he gives it an uncertain look.
"Okay," he says in what he hopes is a nice, gentle, coaxing tone. Who knows how this critter hears? "Kup said I have to get you on board Omega Supreme over there. I know he's big, but he looks scarier than he is. Really!" Please don't disillusion the little bot. No matter how silly his take on Omega sounds. "Come on now!" The little dragon is quizzical at first, then balks when the Micromaster tries to pull him by the leash. Holi makes an exasperated noise and flails his arms. "We have to hurry!" he all but wails at it. It seems to like that even less and starts backing away. Holi panics and pounces on it; he doesn't want to know how he'll be yelled at if he lets it get away.
Alright, so Holi has to drag it in a partial headlock and with much fuss, squawking, screeching, and straining. At least he gets the critter on board, assuming Omega has dropped a ramp. It'll probably hate him forever, but it'll be on board!
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Post by Bumblebee on Jul 21, 2007 16:54:45 GMT -5
Bumblebee lowered the rest of Jazz next to his upper half, then sent a short message to his friend. //do not worry about that now. our new friends will get you repaired.// Not that he had any answers for him. Bumblebee might appear a little different to how Jazz remembers.
He cursed quietly. Obviously his message got through to Optimus, but not only does he still not know what happened to the Allspark, but his side took heavy casualties.
At the advice of Xaaron, he opened most of his service compartments, including his spark chamber. Hopefully this crash course in the physiology of Cybertronians from their world is enough to keep his friend alive.
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jul 21, 2007 19:30:05 GMT -5
Omega Supreme readily drops a ramp for Holi and the dragon and keeps it down, knowing that the others will need it soon enough.
Over his internal speakers, he notes for Holi and the dragon's benefit, "Seatbelts: adjustable."
He's going to need booster seats!
There is the whine and hiss of moving liquid as propellants start pumping from the defense base into the rocket in preparation for launch. So they need to get a wounded Autobot to Perceptor, and then they need to smash up Starscream and his goons. However, he might have to be used as a makeshift hospital, which… isn't a problem. He can still fight in defense base form. Omega Supreme just loses the satisfaction of crushing Decepticons with his bare talons.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 21, 2007 19:50:11 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron looks over at Bumblebee who has helpfully opened up and squints at the strange mechanism's design. He makes a note of how much brighter and, well, healthier Bumblebee's glowing orb looks. Pointing at the orb, Emirate Xaaron agrees with Long Haul's assessment, "That part looks important. Is he going to need more power? I can run and get one of the recharge cables. They should still be running hot."
Since Long Haul doesn't yet have a task for him, he crouches down by Jazz's side, the side that has the head attached to it. Voice soothing, Emirate Xaaron says, "Shh, shh. Relax. The situation is… confusing. Once you get through this, I'll explain everything to you."
That's a little incentive not to die, isn't that?
Primus, he just prays that the other Autobots can hold out against Starscream's assault. However, if he has judged Perceptor correctly, the scientist will skin him alive and drop him in hydrochloric acid if he suggests that it would be a more effective use of resources to forget about Jazz. Besides, Emirate Xaaron really does feel that the other group should be able to hold out long enough, if they make good use of their heads.
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Post by Jazz on Jul 21, 2007 20:24:11 GMT -5
Yeah. Last time Jazz saw Bumblebee, he was missing both legs, and being propped up on a towtruck. He may have been a newer model of camero, but that doesn't change the basic shape. Besides. Jazz is starting to have trouble focusing on the multiple figures bending over him.
Good thing. He might have been a bit freaked to see Bumblebee carrying his legs over.
Not Ratchet bending over him. Too small.
Fresh pain. An involuntary gasp as the unbearable becomes slightly moreso.
"Allspark. You.... had it, the boy had..." Jazz insists. Don't worry about it right now? Has the scout gone insane? After how long they've been looking for it, and how close the Decepticons were? "Did Megatron g-get it, or did Optimus stop him?"
It's probably safe to say that what Long Haul is looking at is holding by a proverbial thread. It's probably also safe to say that had Jazz hit the ground at terminal velocity, it would have snapped long before he could even start asking these Very Important Questions. Now that the Bee has given Long Haul an example of what a Spark Chamber should look like, he will be easier able to see what's been violently wrenched out of shape, and more importantly, what needs to be duct taped together.
"I dunno who you are, but... ya gotta tell me." Jazz isn't exactly moving around by the time the Emirate crouches down beside him. He's not even trying anymore. If ol' Megs won, it's hardly going to matter anymore. "Ya think my paint's a total write-off? Think Megatron scratched m'legs. Can't feel them at all."
...
And it's lights out for a moment. Fortunately (Or unfortunately) the light of the spark is still there. He's not dead yet.
But it's doubtful he feels happy.
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Post by Kup on Jul 21, 2007 20:40:44 GMT -5
As soon as Kup hears Xaaron mention the recharge cables, he tells him, "Don't worry. I got 'em." With that he's off, not transforming because of how near the cables are.
He grabs the ones Omega Supreme had been using (the others aren't long enough to reach where Jazz is) and again runs back, holding both the ends of the cables and his musket in hand. When he returns, he sets them carefully on the ground, trying to avoid letting the ends touch metal - a difficult prospect, given this place's construction! Then he straightens and gets back to watching the area.
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Post by Long Haul on Jul 21, 2007 21:17:41 GMT -5
Long Haul tosses his subspace kit at Xaaron. "Here. You can hand me my tools." He hopes that the Emirate will recognize what all they are. "But yeah... gotta get that stable." He cranes his neck to look at Bumblebee's spark, then reaches out and grabs the edge of Bumblebee nearest to him and physically pulls the Autobot into a position where he can get a better look.
The Constructibot gets to work, demanding tools and testers from Xaaron as he needs them, although he occasionally has to pause in his task as the trembling becomes too much. Sometimes, he uses his meter to check corresponding points in Jazz before moving on. Every once in a great while there is a clock-stopping moment when the field around Jazz's spark seems to sputter, and Long Haul freezes before moving on. Eventually, he leans back.
"Aight. Hand me the recharge cables. Got it set up so that a quick jolt here," Long Haul points to an area away from the spark, "should be enough to retrigger this thingy here," he points a second time, "and stabilize the thingy around the thingy enough to transport him."
Or it'll kill him. But Long Haul's pretty sure it will work.
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Post by Holi on Jul 21, 2007 21:33:01 GMT -5
Holi busies himself with strapping in the dragonet first. He sure doesn't like the baleful looks it keeps giving him. At least it hasn't snapped at him.
Yet. He has awful luck with animals, it seems.
Once he's sure the dragonet is secure and nothing of the poor little beast is being pinched by the seatbelt arrangement, he debates seating himself. Then he remembers the paint!
"I'll be right back!" he tells Omega before booking it back outside to gather up the paint bottles as best he can. This might take a quick trip or two.
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Post by Bumblebee on Jul 21, 2007 22:08:29 GMT -5
Heh. Bumblebee should be the one trying to make Jazz feel better, not the other way around. Bumblebee wasn't going to lie to Jazz, however. He staggered slightly as Long Haul yanked him closer, but doesn't complain.
A basic energy surge should sustain the spark for longer. The equipment is different - but then what ISN'T different with these Cybertronians - but the basic idea is the same. Bumblebee gives Long Haul a reassuring nod to let him know he's doing the right thing.
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Post by Omega Supreme on Jul 21, 2007 22:54:39 GMT -5
Omega Supreme has a dragonet strapped into him. This thing had better not expel anything on his seats. He'll… glare sternly at Long Haul, if it does. His stern glares are punishment enough, in most cases, and he dares not raise a hand against Long Haul. He's not sure he could stop himself from following through.
He berates himself. Omega Supreme needs to save this stuff for the enemy, and he will face the enemy soon enough. The barrel of his tank component itches, and there's only one way to scratch it. It's a blast, really.
All of his panels are lit. All systems go. Shield your soul.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jul 22, 2007 8:51:22 GMT -5
Jazz is out before Emirate Xaaron can make any judgement of Jazz's paint. Despite being ignorant of aesthetics, Emirate Xaaron really would call Jazz's paint job a total wash. Luckily, they have paint, thanks to Holi, although Xaaron gets the vague idea that their selection of colours might not be up to par.
Emirate Xaaron works silently and without protest, handing Long Haul his tools. Sometimes it takes him a second to remember what name corresponds to which tool. It's been a very, very long time since he went through any lab classes. However, with his circuits running hot over how critical the situation is, the memories come fast enough.
He glances from Bumblebee to Jazz, speculating over how their internal systems must work. It doesn't look like they use subspace at all. He can't see the hallmark machinery for it. Though, he considers Bumblebee when he transforms, how his mass shifts in such contorted and unexpected ways. It's almost like they're compressed somehow. He mutters, "Oh, of course, Super-dense material compaction."
Emirate Xaaron hands over the cables and makes what is not so much a prayer to Primus but more a rambling threat to track Primus down and smash his face into a bar if this doesn't work. He whispers, "Work, damn it, work."
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Post by Jazz on Jul 22, 2007 17:27:04 GMT -5
It's so reassuring to be in the care of such capable professionals...
Probably for the best that Jazz went out like that, especially given Long Haul's nervousness. Just think how it would've been with a running commentary, a few jokes and the inevitable sounds of someone in tremendous pain. Especially with the field flickering and sputtering as it was.
The thingy that Long Haul is attaching the cable to is obviously a different size and shape than the cable is meant to be attached to, but with a little coercion, things are lined up at least well enough to work.
And work, they do.
With a sizzle and a pop, the thingy (Force induction processing relays) retrigger the other thingy (spectrum integration and dispersion unit), and the forcefield ....
Gives one last sputter before it stabilizes. Primus must be listening to Xaaron, and is more than a little scared of him.
It actually looks a little stronger than it did before Long Haul worked his magic.
At the same time, however, the retractable visor snaps up at last, following the desperately repeated command, giving an abruptly reawakened Jazz the confusing view of the multicolored beings around him.
"Hey, " He manages to mumble, "Who started the party without me? I jus' need to finish the weekly sensor calibrations, an' I'll be right there, man."
Or not.
Prolonged silence is just not like Jazz when he's conscious.
"So.... what's going down?" He's not shutting up, even if he feels like shutting down. Maybe someone should shut off his vocalizer.
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