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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 9, 2009 15:04:38 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime is a fairly familiar sight in the blocked-off section of tunnel that gets used as medical. For one thing, shortly after combat, he was in here with the medics, assisting with repairs. As they became less and less overloaded, they saw less and less of him, but he's still in and out frequently, checking up on people.
And now he's back in.
As he passes Swerve on his way to the injured, he offers a nod and a smile. A quick, interested look is given the project that Swerve is working on, one that causes the smile to fade faintly, but it returns full force as he approaches Springer and overhears Wedge's enthusiastic chatter.
"Hey, you two," he greets, attempting to place a friendly hand on Wedge's shoulder as he looks Springer over. His optics flare briefly. "I see you're finally getting that leg replaced. So who's finally putting the springs back in the Springer?"
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Post by Swerve on Mar 9, 2009 17:40:11 GMT -5
In the middle of shaping the stabiliser – too stubborn to let it go even a micron off – Swerve doesn't so much as glance up sideways at either of the other Autobots. He just snorts derisively and mutters a few choice words, then falls silent again until he's done with the piece. He sets it down so it can cool and fixes a glare on them both as he reaches for the next sheet to work on. Springer should have a proper leg again after not too much longer, though Swerve is itching to go temper the pieces.
"I don't need any training from this gearhead," he declares flatly. Anything a bulky slagger like Springer could show him would be worthless to Swerve as he is now. Ten or so bodies ago would've been another matter. "And that's that." Rodimus gets a brief flick of the gaze in acknowledgement before Swerve again bends back to his task. He started this project and frag it all, he's finishing it.
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Post by Springer on Mar 11, 2009 21:14:56 GMT -5
Springer cocks an optic ridge at Swerve, then shrugs. "I'm not the one who'll be making the decision of who'll be training. I'll get suggestions from Xaaron, then ask if people want to do it, I suppose. Unless Xaaron has other plans for how to carry that out."
Then he smirks. "I may be a gearhead, but I bet I could teach you a few things." Whether they'd be useful or not, that's another story.
Then Rodimus enters, and Springer raises a hand in greeting. "Yeah, this guy here's doing it - whether I liked it or not" he answers, chuckling. "Not that I'm complaining. Getting a little stir-crazy in here."
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Wedge
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Post by Wedge on Mar 14, 2009 11:59:58 GMT -5
"Whenever you get the green light, just let me know!"
Wedge doesn't start or shy away from Rodimus's hand, the buildbot gives him a respectful but cheerful nod. "Hey, Rodimus." It's no different than going 'Hey Optimus!' right? "You should've been here to see Swerve working. Makes me want to pick up some pointers from him and the rest of the medics around here." There's admiration in Wedge's tone as well as a bit of self-embarrassment. After all, he finds it a little funny that the head of EMS knows almost nil about helping out in repair of other bots.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 14, 2009 18:55:39 GMT -5
"Well, things could be worse," Rodimus answers Springer, tone playful. "I could be the one repairing you whether you liked it or not." As the others explain just what Swerve is doing, however, Rodimus actually drifts over in that direction to get a closer look. That did look pretty complex...
He steps around to another side of the work bench, rests his elbow in his left hand, and cups his chin with his right hand as he studies Swerve's work. Rodimus, as large as he is, could easily just look over Swerve's shoulder, but a different position should make it more comfortable for the racer. After a moment, he observes, "Pretty good work. Springer provide his schematics, or did you reverse-engineer it?" Kup's report didn't mention that Swerve was at that level!
He glances up from his study and offers Wedge a grin. "Well, we need build-bots around, too, especially with the need to get off this planet coming to the fore. On the other hand, I certainly encourage you to pick up the extra skills. Believe me, you'll never know when you'll find yourself stranded on some alien world, a teammate's operational status in your hands!"
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Post by Swerve on Mar 14, 2009 23:04:13 GMT -5
"Like smelt," Swerve scoffs at Springer, engine snarling in annoyance and discontent both with the big green bolt bucket and Rodimus getting nosy. Rodimus is the bigger pile of grit in his gears. He gets a suspicious and almost territorial glare thrown his way every now and again while Swerve finishes up the stabiliser and joins it with the plate. Only now that all the sections are complete does Swerve sit back a little, just for a second, and cross his arms, jaw set in stubborn irritation. "Used the schematics." So what? He stands up, parts that will be Springer's foot in hand, and moves to the bedside. "Could've built off sight, but that would've taken too long," he adds as he gets to work on assembling everything.
He doesn't get why any of his work is such a spectacle, really.
"And you," he snaps at Rodimus without looking, "don't. Touch. Anything." Pause for a weld before he continues, "I didn't do all that just for you to screw with it and frag everything to the Pit."
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Post by Perceptor on Mar 14, 2009 23:12:03 GMT -5
Perceptor pipes up from the far end of the repair bay where he is just finishing up with Holi. "As I recall from one of Kup's..." and here he smiles, "numerous stories... eh heh, Hot Rod did him quite a good turn on Quintessa with those repair skills he had picked up."
"I believe there was mention of a rather large aquatic robotic cephalopod and multiple limb dismemberment which required rectification. And a 'burr in his rotator cuff' which is no no longer problematic." Perceptor is amused, for some reason by this whole exchange.
ooc: skippable. just posting through, right now, but if no one minds, Perceptor may wander over into this thread to harass/annoy Swerve examine those repairs, too.
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Post by Springer on Mar 14, 2009 23:41:09 GMT -5
Springer chuckles at Rodimus' threat, then ponders for a moment.
"Y'know, we didn't have a field medic in the Wreckers."
He frowns a bit. "Guess we hadn't found one that could make the cut to be one of us."
Then his attention turns to Rodimus again. "So how soon are we talking about leaving? Kind of a pity, I was just starting to like this mysteriously barren mudball..."
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Post by Wedge on Mar 15, 2009 0:00:11 GMT -5
Well, Wedge is throughly encouraged now. Hey, if the big leader-bot knows how then Wedge definitely has to learn too.
"Yeah, I'm going to be heading over to see how Mayday's doing with the ship. Gotta do my share of the work too, don't I?" Wedge gives a salute at that to Rodimus. "I'll see you all later, if you need me just give me a call." He turns to Springer and holds out a hand. "It was great to meet you, Springer. I'm gonna hold you to that training session, you know?" Swerve gets another grin. "I'll catch you around later too, Swerve."
With that, Wedge turns to leave, giving Perceptor a jaunty greeting and a good-bye as the buildbot passes.
OOC: Leaving the thread unless stopped
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 15, 2009 0:46:27 GMT -5
Rodimus's friendly, companionable grin fades completely as Swerve addresses him like... well, like dirt, really. While Rodimus is fairly laid back, there are limits to the trespasses against discipline that can be tolerated or allowed - go too lax, and the leader loses the concentrations of the team as a whole.
He lowers both arms, placing them on the edge of the work bench, and says, voice quiet, yet steel firm, "Swerve? Just who do you think you're speaking to?"
At both Perceptor's attempt at friendly banter and Springer's question, he holds up the hand facing them, palms told them, index finger pointed towards the ceiling, other fingers curled loosely, a gesture that clearly reads, 'Wait one moment.' He doesn't stop Wedge from leaving, but apparently in the Prime's mind, something's taken priority over the casual chit-chat.
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Post by Swerve on Mar 16, 2009 16:27:47 GMT -5
Swerve gives Wedge's departure an absent sort of grunt while he adjusts a bolt. Fine measurements, small turns of only a few degrees at a time until he's satisfied. It'll still probably need more adjusting once Springer tests it out. With that done, Swerve moves to grab the leg sections; he pauses mid-reach with Rodimus staring at him and glowers at the way the larger Autobot looms over the bench and the parts he just built. He makes an irritated noise, mostly engine rumble, and completes the grab before going back to work. Finishing what he said he'd do matters more to him than talking.
"Rodimus Prime," he answers in a mutter after a few seconds of only whirring fans to give away his annoyance. Tools clatter and plating clanks and clacks together to fill the next gap in conversation. "Second in the standings around here, unless there was a change-up while I was off babysitting."
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Post by Springer on Mar 19, 2009 21:32:20 GMT -5
Springer blinks, then falls quiet, watching Rodimus and Swerve...rather awkwardly. He tries to glance away, but it's hard to not be involved when one of the participants is rebuilding your leg. No way for Springer to politely excuse himself from this.
Hoo, boy.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 19, 2009 22:10:53 GMT -5
Rodimus straightens back up, removing his hands from the work bench and letting them rest lightly by his sides. He gives a single, slow nod of his head as Swerve answers his question. Then he says, tone with the gravity of a graveyard, but neither angry nor sharp, "All right. Now, I know I haven't had the chance to earn your respect yet, Swerve, and I'm not going to stand here and demand something I haven't earned..."
"...But I will say that... that I think it's unfortunate that you think it's okay to just snap at someone that you know almost nothing about they way you just snapped at me." With that, he start to turn away, but something makes him hesitate. A faint, almost mischievous smile plays at the corners of his lips, and he adds, voice now low to avoid being overheard, "By the way, I'd double check the alignment on that fourth latching clamp over towards the left side. Just saying."
Finally, he turns towards Springer and, once more completely casual, completely at-ease, tells the Triplechanger, "Shouldn't be more than a couple of months at most. But we need to build a ship, first, and since we don't want to put too much strain on our spacers, we want it big enough to carry them. That's... a big ship." He lifts his head to look further back into the room, towards Perceptor, and adds, "Kind of interesting... that happened in my reality, too. Funny thing is, Hot Rod mostly learned those skills because they were one more way of causing trouble..." his voice grows warm, and there's a chuckle lying beneath the surface that doesn't quite manifest, "and he mostly used them to annoy Kup!"
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Post by Swerve on Mar 20, 2009 22:28:37 GMT -5
"'Bout as unfortunate," Swerve fires back in a low snarl, irritation rising with the temperature, "as people who barely know me expectin' me to slaggin' act nice!" But instead of glaring holes through Rodimus's spoiler, the racer is staring instead at that locking clamp. Something's wrong with it? The more he concentrates on it, the harder it is to figure out. The harder it is for him to see straight when all he really wants to do is start breaking things. Things like faces. What business has he got anyway, sticking his nose into my work? I've been building this stuff from scrap since–
Swerve abruptly slams both fists to the tabletop, then stalks back to his workbench, mumbling only a quick, "Need a minute." He can't finish the work like this. He just has to cool down a little, go back over the specs and the build to see if something went off-track.
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Post by Springer on Mar 23, 2009 20:30:29 GMT -5
Ohhh, yeah. Real awkward.
And ...well, not much Springer can do right now.
Though, he does fire up a private channel to Rodimus.
//I know you're busy, and I'm all for establishing authority when it's called for. Just...sliiiiightly concerned since it seems to be really torquing off the guy who's rebuilding my leg.//
//Only slightly.//
His tone is a slightly humorous one, though there is a tinge of anxiety in it. Drama is hard to deal with when you can't shoot it, or send wave after wave of your own men to die at it!
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