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Post by Hook on Mar 9, 2008 22:53:14 GMT -5
This takes place more or less concurrently with 'When Judas Meets Lucifer'. The injured have been fixed and kicked out of Medical. Counterpunch has not, and Hook hasn't dismissed any of his personnel yet.
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They're going to send Duskwing down to him soon.
Hook finishes sanitizing his instruments, then turns to face the people still in Medical. "Starfighter, prep one of the far tables-" The Constructicon waves a hand in the direction he means, "For quarantine. Shortround... Just stay out of the way for a bit."
Assuming people hop to it as requested, Hook turns towards Counterpunch. "Stretch your legs out in front of you. If you have any unusual design elements, now is the time to mention them. If I have to cut you out of your armor to get these scans done, I will do so."
No, he is not at all pleased with the tardy car'former.
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Post by Starfighter on Mar 9, 2008 23:04:52 GMT -5
"Yessir!" Starfighter hops quite quickly, as soon as he's done cleaning off his own hands. There's still a bit of a something in his right middle finger joint that he's not liking the look of. He finishes up and starts sterilizing the table in question, going over it twice with the cleanser and possibly rubbing harder than he should. He doesn't want to look at Duskwing when they bring him in. Not with what they might have done to him.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Mar 11, 2008 11:24:51 GMT -5
Oh, Counterpunch has unusual design elements, but nothing he's going to spell out for Hook. They are hidden, of course, designed to look like other parts, or tucked away in subspace. The question is whether they're well enough hidden for the likes of Hook.
His armor comes off just like everyone else’s, though.
Counterpunch stretches his legs out as told, and just grunts softly. He wasn't told to speak up if he didn't have any unusual design elements, and since he's pretending he doesn't, he says nothing.
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Post by Hook on Mar 11, 2008 17:11:35 GMT -5
Hook works a hooked stiletto into Counterpunch's leg, hitting the catch almost immediately. He's had far too much practice over this last week or so.
Off comes the armor, on it goes to a nearby bench, then it's on to the next leg.
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Post by Scourge (BW) on Mar 11, 2008 20:12:33 GMT -5
Scourge slowly steps into Medical, his other work completed. Of course, he'd have to wait to see how much of a success it would be, but that's science. They do what they must because they can.
"Scourge returning to duty, boss." He announces his arrival as he walks off to the side. No sense blocking the doorway. He silently notes Counterpunch's prsence, but makes nothing of it. It's never suprising to see a Decepticon in Medical. Injuries are a fact of evil. Besides, Hook had that whole schematic assessment thing he was doing.
Starfighter is sanitizing a table? Why? Oh, of course. They had all the reason to expect the strange Autobots would be treacherous. After all, what had Scourge just gotten back from doing? Oh, yes, he understands this.
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Post by Ratbat on Mar 12, 2008 12:43:12 GMT -5
One of Ratbat's relatively few demands--along with mug for drinking from and incessant status reports and R.O.I. projections--had been the instalation of the few odd perches into medical and other portions of the Decepticon base. As such, there were now many places where he could each hang from the ceiling or perch, not unlike an Earth-bird, while doing his work.
Lacking both the articulation and skills to be needed during medical emergencies or exams, he still tries to find the time to make himself present. After all, it's much easier to approve or deny a subject's requisition when you know exactly what they're made of.
So he'll just be over here, quietly making notes.
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Post by Starfighter on Mar 12, 2008 17:22:56 GMT -5
Starfighter flicks a quick glance over at Hook and Counterpunch as he sets up the tent poles on their stands and little wheels. He's got the programming, sure, but he wants to see how Hook does it just in case there's some divergence from the norm. He's already neglected to acknowledge Hook's orders once, the last thing he needs is to actually screw up a medical procedure.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 12, 2008 18:20:30 GMT -5
Needlenose escorts Duskwing to medical. In fact, he won't let Duskwing go anywhere else. Once they arrive, Needlenose steps back, letting Duskwing go through the door first, and then leans against the frame while the automatic door remains open.
"Present for you, Hook. Starscream says you're to inspect him thoroughly and immediately." He pauses. "I imagine after that you'll be wanting to do some repairs and so forth."
After that, Needlenose pushes himself back upright. He watches medical just long enough to make sure the things that are supposed to get done get done, and turns and leaves.
He doesn't explain where he's going. So far as he's concerned, he doesn't have to.
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Post by Counterpunch on Mar 12, 2008 18:25:13 GMT -5
Counterpunch, for once in his life, behaves himself as Hook's removing his armor.
Some robots with facemasks do not, in fact, have faces beneath them. Counterpunch does. Still, he does not smirk to himself at Duskwing's arrival - his pokerface is so good, it goes beneath his mask, all the way down to his core. Instead, he simply narrows his optics at the Seeker, as though daring him to say something about his vulnerable state.
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 12, 2008 21:17:32 GMT -5
Once he finally caught on that Needlenose had indeed landed in front of medical and was guiding him inside Duskwing was very relieved. In spite of Starscream's orders, he was going to get fixed up!
He glanced around the repair bay with a puzzled, lopsided scowl. Where was Hook? Oh, over there by Counterpunch.
Duskwing limped toward Hook--whatever the bad connection in his supposedly-repaired boot thruster was, keeping weight off of it seemed to reduce the pain. The unpainted repairs made him look like some giant had taken a toy Seeker robot and splashed it with bleach. Edging the repairs was the still scorched and blistered paint of his original colors; it completed the imagery of corrosive bleach liberally applied.
"Hey, Hook! Where do I sit? That jackleg hacker-kiddie of a failure from drone-repair school done slagged up my repairs but goo--*KRRRRK*" Duskwing winced with his whole upper body as the spark seared his vocalizer again.
"I can't even talk right!" Duskwing said miserably, then fell silent.
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Post by Shortround on Mar 13, 2008 7:44:16 GMT -5
Shortround wouldn't like the concept of a Seeker toy being splashed with bleach. That would ruin the MIB value. Or even the roughly mint condition value. Those fists get lost so easily...
However, he's busy sitting out of the way, busying himself with applying some paint to the bootleg mining worm Screwdriver happened to break a few weeks past. Oddly enough, its surplus paint in the same colour scheme as a certain giant Decepticon mining worm.
Shortround figures that he can either keep it around medical as a curiosity, or get on the good side of said giant mining worm.
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Post by Hook on Mar 13, 2008 15:40:52 GMT -5
As Duskwing begins limping towards him, Hook yanks the file out of Counterpunch's leg. He hadn't unlatched it just yet, so that might sting a little. "Starfighter! Finish there, and come take care of Counterpunch! I want him stripped and scanned as soon as possible! Don't unlayer his schematics into something intelligible; I'll do that later. If you have to cut him out of his armor to get this done, please do so."
This is because Hook is annoyed at you, Counterpunch.
The Constructicon blocks Duskwing from getting any closer to Counterpunch and points at the quarantine tent Starfighter has almost completed setting up. "In there. Now. Don't talk, just move."
And if Hook decides Duskwing isn't moving fast enough, he's perfectly willing to pick the Seeker up and haul him.
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Post by Scourge (BW) on Mar 15, 2008 18:54:29 GMT -5
Scourge has received no orders, and so he slinks off to his usual corner of Medical. If anybody needs him, he'll be working on whatever. That is the way of the mad scientist. That is the path of honor. Well, not so certain on that second part.
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Post by Ratbat on Mar 15, 2008 20:20:51 GMT -5
Ratbat continues to observe as he works, occasionally entering something into one of the datapads before him.
The injuries Duskwing has sustained are interesting... Clearly, he needs to be more observant of what's going on outside the headquarters. But so long as it isn't he who's injured, then he's quite all right.
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Post by Starfighter on Mar 16, 2008 13:58:01 GMT -5
Starfighter nearly drops the back end of the quarantine tent when Duskwing walks in. To his credit he only takes the briefest of moments to stare with wide optics before going back to hooking curtains to rods. "Yessir!" He'd come by a few times while Shockwave conducted an interrogation and while it did make his fuel tank turn over he'd never been bothered by it on an emotional level. But Duskwing was one of theirs...and what happened to him could easily happen to Starfighter.
Finished with his task, Starfighter speeds away from Duskwing's table and nearly runs into Counterpunch's. His hands are shaking ever so slightly as he tugs up on the armor in Counterpunch's other leg and begins to strip the rest of him.
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