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Post by Ramulus on Nov 18, 2009 15:16:54 GMT -5
As Ramulus passes the hull, he gets a good look on the ravage their crash did cause. He stands to stare for a moment, accounting the inhabitants of the area. Amidst the glances directed his way and occasional whispers, he’s mostly ignored as there are so many things taking more priority than his solemn staring.
A despair cry out of his view gets him to leap down the solid bank that Omega’s impact created, and he lands to observe an alien’s frantic pacing. Almost at the same time she notices him, rises and rushes straight at him, clutching him by the shoulders in her anxiety.
The female yells at Ramulus like a high-pitched, shrieking banshee, alternative pointing between him and the collapsed shanty, liquid pouring from her eyes down her face.
“I, uh, I…” Ramulus stammers, taken aback, but not backing up; it is then that he hears the low, weakened yelps from within the cot and he understands her despair, “Please! Just… stay” He demandingly pushes her aside and makes his way to the collapse, freezing in effort of his scans.
//There’s someone trapped down here// He transmits on low wave.
Then, he begins to carefully create enough space to open up the collapse. Of course, around him, there are plenty of those in need of help, but this is something the Maximal can help with; freeing those trapped.
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Post by Makeshift on Nov 21, 2009 0:39:09 GMT -5
Cross-posted from Crashdown.
//That'd be me,// Makeshift replies to Springer, wheeling about and heading towards Ramulus. The little tiltrotor is trying his best to figure out where to start, but when something as big as Omega Supreme comes down, there isn't an easy choice.
So, the answer is; start right in front of you.
The Mini-con hovers over the rubble Ramulus is struggling with, lowering his tow cable. "Hook me up to something solid and be ready to pull the wounded out fast," he directs, voice all business. "We need to pick a clear enough area to lay all of them out until medical help arrives."
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Post by Clipper on Nov 22, 2009 22:05:12 GMT -5
// I can help too? // Clipper offers as she hesitantly heads over toward Ramulus. // I'm not strong, but I'm small enough to get into tight places. And I can help organize the wounded, if someone knows where they should be taken. //
She's a bureaucrat, yo! She's all about keeping track of who goes where and how. She'll even tell you where to go when need be!
She is much happier, though, when she notes that Miss Elita seems to be headed her way as well.
ooc: posting out of Crashdown, and joining Crashdown: Calamities
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Post by Blitzwing (Ani) on Nov 23, 2009 4:40:42 GMT -5
A strange form of aircraft circles above them. It almost looks terran in design and yet for some reason it has... treads. How odd.
//I have found a small contingent of ze Autobots,// Blitzwing transmits to his fellow Decepticon. //Emphasis on ze 'small' part. I am used to being larger zan most Autobots, but zese ones are smaller zan zat small loud yellow one from home.//
For now, he circles.
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Post by Elita-1 on Nov 23, 2009 12:18:53 GMT -5
Elita is indeed headed to help Ramulus and Makeshift. Good things she copied Omega's strength; looks like she'll need it.
The woman who accosted Ramulus does the same to Elita-1, perhaps hoping for some kinship from what looks to be another female. She clutches at Elita as the Autobot passes, her hands skimming over Elita's plating.
"I'm sorry...we'll do everything we can...," Elita says as she tries very hard not to shiver in disgust. The alien's hands had left wet trails on her plating. Makes her wish she'd taken Sentinel up on the offer of some handywipes.
"If you all can help make sure that debris doesn't fall back down on top of whoever is down there, I can lift the roof. I borrowed some strength, but we'll have to work fast. Once I activate the ability, I've only got fifteen minutes or so before it fades."
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Post by Ramulus on Nov 24, 2009 15:50:08 GMT -5
Ramulus does not notice Blitzwing. He’s not looking to the skies and even then, he might not even be suspicious!
As Makeshift hovers over him, Ramulus grabs the hook, glancing at Clipper and Elita, then calculates the rubble “I don’t do things gracefully, so you know, and I’m not a rescue specialist” He grumbles, promptly hooking a part of the roof to the hook in his hands “Makeshift, can you lift to a minus hundred degrees from my position, sideways so the roof does not collapse back to us? Presume walls to be weak. Support lift, not pull as you might pull anything loose… Elita, Clipper; we’re trying to dig him out, we’ll see about location after that.… If anyone has any other implications, speak up! Elita…. It’s your… strength? Your call…” As he says this, his optics glow red, his beast warrior infrared sensors activating.
He braces himself to start the digging process.
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Post by Makeshift on Nov 25, 2009 7:23:36 GMT -5
"You got it," Makeshift replies, his winch grinding as it hauls the hook slowly upwards. Too slowly and they might not get to the wounded in time, but too quickly and other debris might fall in, or his hook could tear free and drop the roof again, or something breaking loose could injure one of his comrades......
Too many things can go wrong. Best just to do it right.
And so the Mini-con slowly lifts, angling his rotors to hold steady, and sweeping his sensors out to see where to go next.
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Post by SceneMod on Nov 25, 2009 15:50:16 GMT -5
Oh there, is most certainly someone trapped beneath the rubble. A few someones, actually, and as the roof begins to slowly raise into the air, a few voices from beneath call out for help.
The female alien who had been making such a scene stands off to one side, remarkably calm now that no one's watching her. Though soon as any of those do-gooders look her way, she turns on the waterworks. Her lips purse in a frown. Neither of those freaks who caused this mess had pockets or slots for credits. How's she supposed to rebuild her business? She mentally ticks off the number of workers she had. Hell, most likely half are dead or damaged goods now. Most 'round here won't pay for that, and the ones that will aren't the clientele she likes to encourage.
A motley group of street folk are gathering around the collapsed house, but none are offering to help. Some look like they might want to, maybe, but on this side of the tracks, compassion for your fellows tends to be kicked out of you rather quickly.
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Post by Clipper on Nov 27, 2009 17:16:19 GMT -5
"Maybe if you help Makeshift brace the roof, Miss Elita," Clipper says, slipping carefully up toward the widening gap. "Holi's always said that the less you have to shift things around, the better it is, and he's a Rescue Captain. I'm stronger than I look. I can fit in there and lift people out to you, so that Makeshift doesn't have to shift everything around as much."
It sounds like a good idea to her, anyway, and she feels very bad for that lady over there who is crying so hard every time Clipper glances over.
"Hold on! I'm coming down to help you!" she calls down into the void space under the collapse, her piping, girlish voice firm, but trying to be soothing. And, unless anyone stops her, she does exactly that, and begins to crawl her way through the debris to get to the first of the victims, heedless to any damage to her shapely pink form.
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Post by Elita-1 on Dec 1, 2009 15:00:50 GMT -5
er, Blitzwing isn't marked as skippable, but if I understand the rules correctly, he's timed out? So, um, I'm posting. Hope that's okay.
It takes Elita a few minutes to find stable footing on the rubble, but she eventually does. As Makeshift lifts the roof, she slips her hands under it and tires to very carefully tilt the section back. Hopefully, that will give Clipper more room to maneuver, or even allow some of the trapped to crawl out.
"Strength's on countdown. Makeshift, where you want to head with this thing?"
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Post by Ramulus on Dec 2, 2009 14:22:25 GMT -5
Ramulus scoffs, looking severely annoyed at the bystanders doing their best to help. With a growl held back in his troath, he barks and points, "Now what if you, you and you (pointing at some random able-looking aliens) are gonna get over here and help any injured we may get out to get some distance from this collapse, won't you?". There, he has tried to guide idiots bystanders.
The Maximal prepares to duck in after Clipper to assist, when Elita-1 mentions ‘move this thing‘. He stops and stiffens, not amused, “And just why would this roof be moved instead of further supported?". He asks her this as neutral as he can manage.
No, he’s not going underground now if he might end up buried by some Autobot. But he’s helping anyone crawling out to get out just fine, and if Clipper passes through injured victims, he’ll take them over from her. Laying his safety in the hands of Autob-... just. no.
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Post by Makeshift on Dec 3, 2009 17:57:13 GMT -5
"Ramulus is right, Elita," Makeshift says. "We don't need to go anywhere with it, just keep it braced up until the wounded are safe."
He pauses, then shines his searchlight on a beam lying nearby. It's probably not too visible in the light, but it glints off a few places where getting knocked around by the crash has scraped the rust and grime off of the metal. "There, grab that beam and use it to prop up the roof. I can hold it up while you do."
As he says it, he switches on his boosters, noticeably taking the pressure off of Elita-1. "Sooner this one's braced, sooner we can start on the next. Hopefully some of the locals will take the initiative and give us a hand....or whatever they have."
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Post by SceneMod on Dec 4, 2009 19:57:28 GMT -5
Some of the debris does shift when the roof is lifted, sliding back down into the wrecked building. The cries are much clearer now, and it's easy to make out coughs and words.
"Broken...Knocked out...Help!
The woman off to one side stiffens as the words make it to her. Damnit! That girl was with an important client! And she was her prize draw! If either of the are badly hurt, it could shut her down for good....
Her eyes fall on the pink robot, so much smaller than her fellows.
Hmm, maybe there's a way to make these arseholes pay her back a bit after all.
The bystanders Ramulus singled start at first, but two them actually move up to help dig out debris. One of them helps a multi-limbed alien with wet skin and hair that looks like seaweed out of the mess. He's clutching one arm tightly to his chest, and it looks like the bone is sticking out of the scaled skin.
One of the people singled out, however, makes a rude gesture and wanders nearer to the woman. A few words and a few looks pass between them, and he wanders away again.
She makes sure she still looks upset when observed, and even scurries over to where the wounded are being settled.
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Post by Clipper on Dec 4, 2009 21:34:29 GMT -5
"Fifteen minutes, right," Clipper calles, acknowledging Elita's earlier warning. The small Micromaster is already worming her way into the debris when it shifts, opening up more and allowing her to get in deeper to where some of the crying voices are trapped.
"That's good, Makeshift, Elita!" she calls encouragingly as she has more space to work in. Just ahead, she can make out a small body caught under the splinters a few boards, quiet and not moving. At least until Clipper crawls over and checks that arm for any sign of life. Suddenly, the small, blue skinned reptiloid thrashes, crying in a high pitched hiss and scurries past her toward the light behind her where Ramulus waits.
"One coming out!" she calls, and then turns her attention back ahead toward the figure she can make out ahead who had just called out, crying for help.
"I'm coming! Be still, be calm. I'm coming to help you!" A few more moments of squirming and Clipper manages to get to a female in very fine clothing - what little there was of it - huddled over an unconscious body. The female is crying brokenly, hitching little gasps of almost terror, her ethereally pale features marred by bruises, and a few small abrasions dotting her shoulders and arms.
"It's okay; I'm here to get you out of here," Clipper murmurs soothingly, reaching out to gently touch the woman's arm.
"Help! Help..." she whimpers, tugging Clipper's hand toward her and toward the unconscious body.
"I'll get him out too, I promise. You first," Clipper promises, and coaxes the woman haltingly toward her, using her body to block the debris and guide the battered female toward the gap that Elita and Makeshift have made for her. "Ramulus! Bringing one to you!" she calls, thankful that the woman is so thin and flexible. She can't afford to bring the woman all the way out, though; Elita's strength is limited in duration, and Clipper needs to make the most of it while she can. She leaves the female close to the gap, urging her on even as she turns back toward the other body they'd left behind.
He - she guesses that it's a he, based upon the cut of his now-ruined, but once very fine clothing - will not be as easy to extricate as the woman had been. He's much larger than she was, and unconscious to boot. Also, one of his four legs is caught under a large slab of metal, pinning him. She goes to work moving that slab to free him, calling up to the others, "Working on the next one! Give me a minute!"
ooc: survivor details provided/verified by scenemod.
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Post by Elita-1 on Dec 5, 2009 10:49:39 GMT -5
Elita rolls her optics and manages not to snap at the Maximal who has decided to start barking orders at people. Such excellent accident-side manner, that one has.
"I didn't mean literally take it somewhere," she grits out, sounding a bit terse. Though that could be just because of the strain on her arms. "I didn't want to shift it one way while lifting and him go another, which could just exacerbate the situation."
When Makeshift takes up most of the strain, she does indeed, grab that beam and prop the roof. It takes her a minute to find a good place to plant the ground end, and even when she does, well- she isn't too happy with the stability.
"I'm a little worried that this isn't going to hold if things shift off center. Let's make double sure everyone is our before we take away the added support of ourselves."
"We've got her Clipper. Do you need help in there?" she asks as she helps the frightened young woman out.
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