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Post by Hook on Mar 9, 2009 12:11:03 GMT -5
As the calvacade enters Medical, Hook pulls away from his work to stare at them in increasing irritation. The unvoiced 'oh, God, why?' is written clearly on his face.
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Eye-fire
Major
In two minds about everything
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Post by Eye-fire on Mar 9, 2009 13:00:35 GMT -5
Hook is not quite alone in medical. On one wall, there sits a rifle rack, and on that rifle rack there sits a large, black and suspiciously Eye-Fire shaped rifle.
He's honoring the agreement he struck with Hook, and though he's relieved Long Range is back he's not going to move or make a noise until Hook needs him.
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Post by Long Range on Mar 9, 2009 13:12:11 GMT -5
"Hey there Hook, how goes things?" Long Range asks, one hand raised in greetings as he plods in behind the others.
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Post by Blackout on Mar 11, 2009 11:58:25 GMT -5
Blackout steps to the side, settling on his tail boom as a makeshift seat. The others are more seriously injured; he'll wait his turn.
Scorponok carries Duskwing to a nearby berth, waiting to be unloaded. As soon as the jet is off, the boogly will get out of the way, back to his master.
Skippable unless addressed.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 12, 2009 18:15:35 GMT -5
Duskwing grabs the berth that Scorponok helpfully stopped beside and painfully hauls himself up into it. "Uh, sorry 'bout the mess, Commander Hook, uh, sir."
He produces the two large wing pieces he'd somehow hung onto all this time. "I brought some extra parts from the me that that lousy red jackleg drone-repairbot blew up." Duskwing looked hopefully at Hook. "I hope dat helps."
---- Fade to black after Hook's & everyone's responses?
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Post by Hook on Mar 13, 2009 20:40:40 GMT -5
"How goes it?" Hook asks, sounding mildly incredulous. He gestures at the mechs that have just poured into Medical. "It goes."
There are days when Hook contemplates picking up Eye-fire, climbing to the highest point around, and picking people off one-by-one. Then he gets over it and makes Mixmaster repair the plebians.
Sadly, there is no Mixmaster here right now.
"Yes, I suppose it does, Duskwing."
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Post by Long Range on Mar 16, 2009 0:45:18 GMT -5
"Thats good to hear, Hook." Long Range replies, countering Hook's annoyed countenance with his own happy oblivousness.
Finding an empty space to stand where he hopefully won't impede anyone, Long Range waits his turn to be looked at.
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