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Post by Breakaway on Jul 19, 2010 20:07:07 GMT -5
Day 6, aboard the Event Horizon. Open to Autobots and their ilk.
Breakaway flops around in his medical berth. Between having a nosecone on his front, horrendous amounts of kibble on his back, and being injured, it's hard for him to get comfortable. He's got some sort of medical equipment (he has no idea what it is) covering his turbine, and a fuel drip in his arm. All in all, he's not a happy camper.
"This smelts," he says, looking up at the ceiling.
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Post by Firebolt on Jul 19, 2010 22:05:42 GMT -5
There's a bit of a hiccup mixed with a cough sort of noise as Firebolt shifts on the berth she's laying on. Her legs are yet to be replaced, as the battle damage is enough to warrant not being immediately put back on. She looks a bit worn, but is at least smiling. She too, like Breakaway, has medical equipment piled on parts of her body and a fuel drip in her arm, in case anything does happen, though under the care of the others, it's highly doubtful that anything bad will happen.
"Well, yea, but... But we lived, huh?" She looks over, her ponytails moving a bit awkwardly against the table as she does. She winces as she moves a bit and lays back.
"I hope it's O-K that we get visitors," she says, thinking a bit ahead.
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Post by Breakaway on Jul 19, 2010 22:48:15 GMT -5
If you call this living! Breakaway can't even fly, though his head has stopped spinning as long as he doesn't make any sudden movements. He doesn't say this out loud though. That would be rude.
"I'm sure we're allowed visitors. If nothing else the brass will probably want to debrief us," Breakaway responds, still looking up at the ceiling. "I'd be lying if I said I'd never gotten overcharged and done something dumb on leave before, but this is the first time I've ended up in the med bay. How are you holding up?"
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Post by Firebolt on Jul 20, 2010 10:48:40 GMT -5
"Does that mean we're in trouble?" She looks upward at the ceiling, "Well... I guess if we are, it's part of what I have to accept..." She continues as she looks back over at Breakaway, "Mind if I play music... Kinda helps me. I'm a music sort of gal."
There's quiet as she doesn't want to play any music without asking. She looks down at her lack of legs and feels as if she wants to cry. "Brea-Breakaway... That whole thing was scary," she says, her vocals wavering a bit. "I've never been in a battle, only seen them in movies and stuff."
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Post by Breakaway on Jul 20, 2010 11:40:19 GMT -5
"We might be in a little trouble," Breakaway admits, "but not as much as Swerve. Go ahead and play music if it helps you relax. What tracks do you have?" 'Through the Fire' is probably too much to hope for.
The jetformer still isn't used to the concept of someone being scared of fighting. Where he comes from, even the comic relief can punch its way out of a combiner's face after being eaten. "You did a good job. You just need a bit of practice, that's all. Once you've had some training, combat will be as natural as transformation, like a reflex. Hard-wired into your circuits." It doesn't occur to Breakaway that Firebolt might not want to be a ruthless killing machine.
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Post by Firebolt on Jul 20, 2010 18:06:17 GMT -5
"Almost everything and anything from before I disappeared from Earth..." she puts on a shuffle. Perhaps Dragonforce will pop up on there!
She puts her hands on her chest and continues to look up towards the ceiling. "So you really think I did well... Will you practice with me? Maybe? When we get fixed, of course. And, AND..." She looks over and points carefully, "You gotta promise to say I was brave if they ask. Okay?"
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Post by Swerve on Jul 20, 2010 19:51:58 GMT -5
Aside from the pain and not quite being able to sort out his thoughts, Swerve is aware mostly of not being able to move. The limbs that aren't crippled with damage have been shackled to the frame of his berth. He'd give credit where it's due if it didn't annoy him so much that the leg shackle has been fixed around his axle; someone had the good sense to give him a reason not to try snapping the chains. There's no point in it if all he does is render both of his rear wheels useless. His entire front end has been peeled off his back – it must have, or he wouldn't be lying here, flat out on a standard berth and staring at the ceiling. He doesn't even remember being brought back to the ship. The last thing he remembers is Bonecrusher punching him.
If I was back home, I wouldn't be awake now. They wouldn't have bothered…. "…Frag it," he croaks at nothing and no-one. His optics gutter out, some short or another tripped by the power diversion. He can vaguely hear the others chatting over there. They might as well be mumbling for all he can make of it, the sound coming in muffled bursts; self-repair has done all it can with his audio circuits. The heat did the rest of the work.
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Post by Breakaway on Jul 20, 2010 21:34:45 GMT -5
"Seriously, you did okay. I'd be happy to run some exercises with you," says Breakaway. "I think we could all use some practice working as a team."
He turns himself over on the berth, slowly and painfully, to look at Swerve. Poor fragger. Bonecrusher really did a number on him. Breakaway finds it hard to be angry at someone who's obviously in that much pain.
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Post by Firebolt on Jul 21, 2010 0:10:23 GMT -5
"Yay! I'd cheer a bit more but... Well. Don't want to move much here," she murmurs and leans back.
She goes to shut her optics when the still-vivid memory of Wreckage looming over her, ready to impale her. Her optics open quickly and she lets out a small 'eep' before looking around. Still the medical bay. She looks back and forth, though not getting up, and frowns a bit. "Are, are bad memories something that happen from battles?" she asks.
"I want a blanket," she says a bit randomly after settling back.
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Post by Swerve on Jul 22, 2010 0:11:00 GMT -5
There probably ought to be more pain than Swerve feels, but if he can't process all the incoming sensory data – and he can't – it's as good as anaesthetic. Really cheap anaesthetic; he still slagging hurts. It wasn't even a good enough fight to make up for all the trouble.
"Gonna… get that wide load…" Swerve mumbles, his good hand tightening into a fist. He tries to reboot his visual cluster so, if nothing else, he has the ceiling to stare at. The ceiling is more interesting than nothingness. He turns his head to look around even before he can see, bothered by the suspicion that someone's watching him. It creeps over his relays like the tip of a soldering iron.
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Post by Long Haul on Jul 22, 2010 17:14:27 GMT -5
Apparently, Override dropped Long Haul by when she dropped Swerve by. Which makes sense.
Compared with Swerve, Long Haul's actually in pretty decent shape. First, he missed out on the fall from the overpass, but second, Bonecrusher finally went down not too long after Swerve did. If Long Haul had, say, two legs, he'd be up and trying to help repair the others, but with one leg, he's kind of stuck. Unlike Firebolt, he didn't even manage to drag his detached leg back.
(Perhaps Wreckage or Bonecrusher made off with it.)
He snorts as he overhears Swerve's mutter. "Y'gonna have to wait a bit there, hot head. Til, like, you're mobile again or something."
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Post by Breakaway on Jul 22, 2010 19:17:50 GMT -5
Breakaway shifts uncomfortably to look over at Firebolt. "Bad memories? Yeah, I guess. You'll get over it." Or she won't, and she'll up a shell-shocked wreck of a robot. He doesn't want to think about that. She's a tough kid, she'll pull through.
Hearing the Constructibot speak, he laboriously turns over again (the medic is gonna love him). "You're . . . Long Haul, right? You okay? What happened with Swerve and Bonecrusher? Please tell me you caved his ugly Decepticon face in."
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Post by Skid-Z on Jul 23, 2010 14:57:43 GMT -5
Skid-Z is here too, of course. He wakes late, but promptly, staring at the ceiling while he orients himself. Hearing the bots talk, recognising the ceiling; ah yes, medical department.
After a quick systems check, he pushes himself up, examining the mess that are his legs. They hurt. Incredibly. And are locked in a frame that could've been ripped right from a horror movie. His opinion of the situation is a tired sigh while Skid-Z's notepad makes an appearance, in which Skid-Z notes 'future: reinforced leg structures?'. He flops it on his bedside table.
The scout has no real desire to engage in any conversation with the others. He fixates on an utensils tray standing by in the room and breaks down the visual information. -Skippable-
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Post by Firebolt on Jul 24, 2010 13:09:36 GMT -5
"It's not bad, I was just scared of his ugly face," she tries to shrug it off and pouts a bit.
She flops her head back and shutters her optics again, this time not having any bad thoughts. Her thoughts instead stray to thinking about the others. She's heard Swerve sort of talk, and Long Haul responding. Skid-Z has had motion-noises from his corner, so he's there too.
"Thanks, everyone..." She says out loud, "For helping me survive that..."
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Post by Swerve on Jul 26, 2010 12:35:32 GMT -5
There's a blurry green smear nearby with a familiar voice that can only be Long Haul, and a much dimmer, much more blurry red smear over there. Swerve landmarks that one as Firebolt, trying to orient himself.
"Go – ngh – get fragged," he groans at Long Haul as he tries to sit up. Haven't been this messed up in a long while. The motion sends hot, stabbing pains across his ventral assembly and down his damaged leg, and shifting his broken arm scrapes live wires against warped plating. Stubbornly, he grimaces and keeps pushing for vertical until his arm gives out and he drops back to the berth with a string of curses.
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