Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Sept 16, 2011 13:33:49 GMT -5
Wreckage has many talents, among them following orders. Knock Out says to secure Rampage; that is exactly what Wreckage does, without question or more than a grunt of acknowledgement. And while he is mindful not to break his smaller comrade, he makes no especial efforts to be gentle, either.
He has yet to get over being irritated.
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Knock Out
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Relax! He's a doctor.
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Post by Knock Out on Sept 16, 2011 13:55:23 GMT -5
"Thank you, Wreckage! It had almost completely slipped my mind that warriors make great nurses!"
Knock Out smirks, but his optics stay focused on the nearby control pad, the hand that is not a buzzsaw tapping away at it. The first engages the quarantine protocols and close the door shut (sorry Slugslinger!). The other has bonds popping out of the table, relieving Wreckage from restraining duties, while also transmitting Rampages vitals.
Then he gets down to business.
The buzzsaw revs while his free hand reaches for something that looks like a vacuum cleaner's nuzzle. Once he has that he leans down and with surgical precision starts cutting at the tear, widening it so that less stress is put on Rampages body.
And hopefully the Predacon's panic has him suppressing his maternal instincts, because that's when the doctor starts sucking out the baby-parasites, depositing them into a containment cube.
"Wreckage, keep an optic on his vitals. Keep me updated every five seconds!"
Oh, and sorry Rampage, no anesthesia for you.
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Surgery performed with player permission.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Sept 18, 2011 12:41:24 GMT -5
Unfortunately, both Rampage's panic and artificial maternal instincts want the same thing: getting the slag out of here! The bonds sliding into place and Knock Out's buzzsaw revving up throw the delirious Predacon into distinctly unpleasant memories of his past. And as the saw cuts into the sac and Knock Out begins sucking out the nearly-developed larvae, the adult parasites laced through his systems send a burst of rage jolting through him, and Rampage yowls and snarls insults, threats and the names of long dead scientists, struggling for all he's worth.
Fortunately, Decepticon medbays have to take into account restraining individuals that are stronger than Rampage on a good day, and as Rampage's vitals likely show, his energy levels are abnormally low and getting lower. Despite this, his spark signature is steady as ever, though perhaps a bit weaker than normal.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Sept 22, 2011 9:22:17 GMT -5
OOC: Gah, sorry guys. I thought Slugslinger was up for some reason.
For a long handful of seconds, Wreckage fixes a blank, bemused stare on Knock Out. Did the carbot just insist he sound out vital reports every five seconds? How new is he?
Nevertheless, Wreckage does as requested, albeit in a flat and mechanical fashion, reading back the data laid out on the display without additional input or any real trace of emotion. He would show more interest if Rampage actually did manage to break or slip the restraints, because then he can strongarm the Predacon back into place.
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Knock Out
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Post by Knock Out on Sept 25, 2011 18:54:00 GMT -5
Quite new, but that doesn't take away the fact that he enjoys bossing flunkies around! Especially big, tall white ones with pleasing shades of red and a build that can shrug off a direct Energon blast. Knock Out would appreciate the work that went into creating Wreckage more, but he is still quite busy with attempting to extract Rampage's 'babies'.
A task that is proving incredibly difficult with the Predacon trashing around like that, and he does not like those readings. They don't make any sense whatsoever, and the mental stress of the pain must not be helping matters. "Damnit, stay still!" He yanks his saw out of the trashing Predacon, growling as he revs it to flick off the remaining energon. "Hrngh, time to apply anesthesia!"
He does not switch out his saw for his hand. He does not reach for cables to administer it. There is no time for that, let alone waiting for it to work.
So he will try something a bit more crude.
"It's a good thing Predacons are so resilient."
Then, with one, simple swipe Knock Out cleanly decapitates Rampage. After that he returns to his work, not even bothering to pick up the very much conscious head. No, he has a minion to do that! "Wreckage, could you set that aside for me, please? Preferably somewhere it can't roll off and crash to the ground, thank you."
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Beheading done with player permission.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Sept 29, 2011 10:32:53 GMT -5
Rampage's head looks thoroughly startled as Knock Out suddenly detaches him from his body, and for a moment he just stares blankly as a clear, viscous ooze with a yellowish tint leaks from both parts of his severed neck. That really shouldn't be there.
He can still feel his his body, though the pain is a bit less acute, however the separation from the rest of the parasite mass seems to have confused the parts that were messing with his cognitive processors, and the maternal haze lifts from his mind. Incredulously, he says, "You cut off my head!"
As soon as the shock wears off, the void left by parasite-induced anger will be replaced by his natural loathing for doctors and medical labs.
Meanwhile, his body only lies still for a moment before beginning to twitch and spasm, though in a much less coordinated fashion than his previous thrashing.
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Knock Out
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Post by Knock Out on Oct 5, 2011 16:58:42 GMT -5
He expected something unpleasant to pour out of the wound, but the sight of the yellow mucus was still unsettling. "Ugh. I am pretty sure that, is not supposed to e there." A lip pulled back in slight disgust and he leans away, like he's afraid that some of it will suddenly spray up against him. The energon and eggsac-bits were bad enough!
And the twitching? Yes, it is creepy.
But then, finally, he removes the last of the larvae. With a smug, satisfied smirk he twirls the apparatus around in his fingers. "I did! But be glad, it worked!" He puts the thing away and quickly closes the lid on the box, tapping it twice to antagonize it's new inhabitants before turning to Rampage again. "Now let's see just what the extent of the damage is."
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Skipping Wreckage due to time out.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Oct 6, 2011 13:29:40 GMT -5
Decepticon medicine at its finest, supposes Wreckage while he watches the grisly proceedings. He keeps the criticism to himself, but the tilt of his brow as he moves Rampage's head to a side table suggests the cynical glare he will not give into fully. It brings Scalpel to mind.
With a low, questioning rumble from his power plant, Wreckage turns from the table to the conspicuously small head near his hand and gives Rampage a questioning look, as if to ask just what the Predacon had been doing to cause this.
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Slugslinger
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And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
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Post by Slugslinger on Oct 9, 2011 8:14:44 GMT -5
Slugslinger hates being left out, but that's mostly because now he can't see all the stuff that'll give him material for making Rampage's life miserable later. Is this why Vortex has been hassling the crab so much, then? he wonders.
"Hey!" he calls petulantly, pounding on the door with one fist. "What the heck's going on in there? What was that noise?"
OOC: Still skippable.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Oct 12, 2011 14:44:06 GMT -5
"Wretched spawn of Unicron, I'll-" Rampage thinks better of threatening the doctor who is ridding him of his hated hitchhikers and currently has easy access to his innards. Instead he chooses to growl and snarl and snap his jaws impotently, eyeing Wreckage's nearby fingers.
His body continues to twitch occasionally, but the parasite mass laced through his body seem to be losing interesting in escaping now that their offspring are no longer around to protect. Instead an ooze jiggles about in Rampage's body cavity, preparing to try and grow another egg case. Even besides the parasite goop, Rampage's abdomen is a pretty big mess. Various components and structures have been shifted and deformed to make room for the growing parasites, while other non-vital components have been broken down for resources. Spreading out from his abdomen, the mass of adult parasites twist throughout Rampage's body, siphoning and transporting energy, coiled around and tapping into motor controls and processors.
This is why you should have regular medical check-ups, Rampage.
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Knock Out
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Post by Knock Out on Oct 12, 2011 18:21:54 GMT -5
Did the living finger puppet just spout an insult at him? Knockout quirks an optic ridge, but instead of looking annoyed he looks quite amused. "Oh, now that isn't very nice, Rampage! Nor smart." Just to drive his point home, he traces a claw tip along some of Rampage's exposed inner workings, a sadistic, gleeful smile on his lips, though he doesn't actually hurt him. Doing that on purpose when it's not necessary would be a gross violation of the doctor-patient relationship!
Knock Out returns to work after, but he now regrets that he wasn't a bit nicer to Blackarachnia. The sheer extent of the damage done has his mouth falling open, absolutely disgusted at what the parasites did to his body. He has never seen anything quite like it, and several questions run through his mind, some of which he actively directs at the living head. "How did you get these? When was the last time you had a check up? How are you even alive!?"
Regardless of whether or not he gets satisfactory answers, he does his best to repair the damage done. It will be a long, slow progress, and right now that means getting the parasites out and hooking Rampage up to various cables that feed him Energon. Not to mention keep his vitals stable in case something goes wrong.
As for Slugslinger? The jet goes ignored by the sports car, because he really isn't in the mood right now to deal with anyone. Unless they make a gorgeous backdrop, of course.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Oct 13, 2011 20:22:52 GMT -5
All of Rampage's fussing and snapping garners a flat, cold glare from Wreckage, who keeps his hand right where it is. Rampage is free to bite him, but Wreckage is quite likely to squeeze back. The Stryker looks back at the nightmare that is Rampage's body and once more, his facial plates shift into a look of subtle but clear disgust.
"Contagious?" he wonders, very displeased at the thought, as he turns his stare on Knock Out.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Oct 17, 2011 10:21:36 GMT -5
Long, drawn-out medical procedures. Just what Rampage doesn't want. All his healing systems and abilities seem to be nonfunctional, even the basic systems that all Transformers tend to have. Then again, perhaps preferable to his innards knitting themselves back together before Knock Out and Wreckage's optics and raising questions he'd rather not be followed up on.
Rampage glares back at Wreckage, but answers Knock Out. Well, answers one of his questions, anyway. "I was checked out after we were attacked by those... creatures... on the hull..." He trails off, then bursts into another round of snarling and cursing at Ship's medical staff. Wreckage may had heard about that incident from Skystrike if they talked and weren't just silent at each other.
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Knock Out
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Post by Knock Out on Oct 17, 2011 20:16:29 GMT -5
"Quite possibly!" Despite his cheery delivery, the medic is not at all pleased with this. He really, really doesn't want to get infected with something that looks like it crept from Blackarachnia. But on the bright side, this does give him extra motivation to do his best!
"Creatures on the hull?" He repeats in a hollow tone, shooting Wreckage a questioning glance. Not that he really cares, right now, he's far too focused on patching up Rampage, his spindly claws working at a rapid pace, plucking out damaged bits and hooking up cables to the Predacons' fuel lines. The Mad Scientists Collective can worry about finding a cure and figuring out what the hell these things are. ______________________
Work towards a wrap?
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Oct 17, 2011 21:58:18 GMT -5
Knock Out receives a bland glance and a one-shouldered shrug in answer to his question. Wreckage and Skystrike rarely talk.
"I was… uninvolved," Wreckage says by way of explanation. His neutral expression ill-matches his posture, slumped shoulders and tense arms, and the displeased flash of his optic filaments. If he has contracted slimy yellow things because he acted out of goodwill, there will be consequences. He manages to give Rampage's disembodied head a baleful glare without altering his facial layout even a millimetre, very lightly closing his fingers in a warning grip.
OOC: Fine with a wrap.
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