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Post by Hook on Mar 1, 2008 20:49:29 GMT -5
Listen to the bustle of a busy Medical Ward! It would almost warm his heart, if a) Hook had a heart, b) Hook was warm-blooded, and c) it didn't mean that there were quite a lot of wounded with only two medical engineers to deal with injuries.
"Starfighter, check Eye-fire's radio and see that it is transmitting only on standard frequencies when you're done with repairs. And hand-check that he isn't leaking anything." Hopefully, whatever Eye-fire's problem was, it would be as simply fixed as recalibrating his radio.
Of course, with Medical this busy, the laws of the universe demanded that it not be that simple. Bah.
"If you want wings custom-designed to meet your expectations, Needlenose, design a preset for them." Otherwise, his tone implies, quit complaining.
Hook does not tilt his head as he works on Fleetwind - the Seeker is almost completely patched after all. As soon as Hook finishes replacing the lost armor, the yellow jet can leave.
//Starscream. What orders has he given?//
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Post by Shortround on Mar 2, 2008 3:58:58 GMT -5
Shortround does his best to stay out of the way of all the newcomers, which is easy when you have fans in your legs so you can hover out of the way.
"I'll tell you if I find one" Shortround says to Eyefire, before taking a casual glance at all the newcomers. Today's just going to end up worse, he knows it.
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Post by Eye-fire on Mar 2, 2008 6:13:28 GMT -5
Hooks idea might work. Then again, it might just cause hordes of insects to regard him as a meal, or something equally horrible.
"Something tried to eat me, sir. It didn't live to learn from its mistake." Eye-Fire says addressing Scourge.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Mar 2, 2008 14:03:47 GMT -5
Counterpunch enters medical, barely restrained temper reading in every line of his body, every 'clang' of his feet against the metal floor. He scans the room, optic-band narrowed, and then snorts in irritation at all the activity.
"I'll get in line," he announces to everyone and no one in particular, then stalks over to the waiting area, crosses his arms, and glares out at the world at large.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 2, 2008 14:23:12 GMT -5
"Well... I will!" Needlenose answers Hook's suggestion that he program in presets. Needlenose designs his circuits with the intention that they be mass producible, after all. Sure, they're efficient and beautiful, but it shouldn't be too hard to adapt the fabber to reproduce them.
Needlenose removes the wing from his fabber and moves back to an empty table, making use of one of the installed robotic arms to handle work where he himself can't reach. While crippling in battle, most of his damage was surface damage, and this shouldn't take too long.
//I'm not allowed to go after Spinister, and Starscream wants to know how soon I can fight again. Shouldn't be long.//
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Post by Sable Conolly on Mar 4, 2008 13:59:43 GMT -5
Scourge suggests to Eye-Fire, "Be less appetizing."
Hook is legitimately busy, and it sounds like Starscream is going to need Scourge elsewhere shortly. His hands clench, and he calls over to Hook, "I need to speak with you, but I'll try to catch you when you are less busy."
That said, he was standing near the door anyway, and he now exits, so that he can more easily be at Starscream's beck and call.
No longer in the thread.
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Post by Starfighter on Mar 6, 2008 17:46:17 GMT -5
Starfighter keeps his head down and begins to work quietly. With another mech he might ask how they'd gotten this way, how many were there, and so on. But with this...he doesn't want to know.
OOC: Skippable.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 8, 2008 14:42:19 GMT -5
Skystrike gives Counterpunch a mildly inquisitive look when he brusquely announces his arrival before quickly going back to the business of being generally quiet and out of the way. There’d probably be trouble if she stared for too long anyways and trouble was for after the medics were done with you, not before.
The seeker does still shift a bit closer to the wall when Counterpunch goes over to the waiting area and gives the car’s feet an unappreciative glower.
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Post by Hook on Mar 9, 2008 7:47:56 GMT -5
"So nice of you to join us, Counterpunch." Irritation lends knives and sharp points to an otherwise innocuous phrase. "Sit over there on the scanner-bed until I'm ready for you."
In the meantime, Fleetwind has been fully repaired and is now occupying space that could be better put to use. "Get."
Hook immerses his tools in sanitizer briefly before laying them out on the working racks he uses in the Medical Ward. Who is next? Needlenose can take care of himself and needs nothing unless requested, and Starfighter seems to not be doing too terrible of a job on Eye-fire. Speaking of which...
"Starfighter, when you are given orders, you are expected to acknowledge them." It's merely a rebuke right now.
"Skystrike. Sit down and give me a run-down of your diagnostics reports."
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Post by Shortround on Mar 9, 2008 21:10:34 GMT -5
Shortround continues staying out of the way and watching the repairs going on. Can't learn without watching things.
OOC: Skippable
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Post by Eye-fire on Mar 11, 2008 19:58:31 GMT -5
Eye-Fire sat back and waited for Starfighter to finish the repairs. HE knew he was probably going to be here for a while, and started day dreaming about all the wonderful sniper nests he has yet to find.
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OOC: Skippable, sorry for the huge wait.
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Post by Fleetwind on Mar 11, 2008 20:03:39 GMT -5
Fleetwind is fully repaired! Hoorah!
He dips his head towards Hook as he slides gracefully from the medical bed. "Yes, sir," is all he says before slipping out of the bustle of Medical.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Mar 11, 2008 20:09:33 GMT -5
Counterpunch snorts at the sarcasm, but otherwise says nothing. This guy is about to be poking around in his innards, after all, and while anger sometimes makes people careless, it also sometimes motivates people to extend an unpleasant experience for the object of that anger, and the longer Counterpunch is being poked at, the more likely something... odd might be noticed.
He takes a moment to return Skystrike's glower, then ambles over to the indicated scanning table and clambers onto it.
OOC: Skippable.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 11, 2008 20:18:00 GMT -5
Needlenose finishes taking care of himself, as he can. The repairs are sufficient - they won't be to his satisfaction until later on, when he can spend more time on them. At times he has to make use of specialized arms installed over his table - hey, he can't reach everything - but he works quickly and efficiently, a subtle reminder that, for all his flamboyance, he can be a professional when it's called for.
Job done, he straightens and heads out, his Nebulans in tow. He's got some evil alternate Autobots to meet.
OOC: Also out of thread.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 11, 2008 23:16:32 GMT -5
The medical being somewhat cleared out was a bit comforting, but Skystrike didn’t let herself relax. She glances up at Hook’s voice, leaning off the wall and quietly walking over before sitting herself down on the now vacated berth.
“Left air vent and canard severely malfunctioning, armor breached on my chest and waist,” there was a certain nervous tension at the edge of her voice as she recited her diagnostics. “There’s also hole in my wing and… I believe my shoulder cannon isn’t working correctly,” her normally neutral expression faltered a bit at the last part, but her voice remained constant otherwise.
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