DarkXenith
Soldier
Do NOT Frag with The Medic
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Post by DarkXenith on Aug 17, 2013 18:39:17 GMT -5
"You, shut the frag up,"[/color] that was to Carmana, "You, get the lead out an' nail that slagger before I do,"[/color] that was to Vibro despite Carmana's warning.
The medic's next move was to engage a hypospray against the youngster's jugular fuel line, delivering a combined shot of sedative and pain relief. The last thing he needed was Carmana thrashing around or playing 'hero' and trying to stand in this state. He needed him still and quiet for transport and then preferably totally out of it for repairs.
"'Wreck, I'm gonna load him up, then I'm good t' go when you are. Thanks f' the back up"[/color]
Standing, the medic transformed and unloaded his carrier module then switched modes again. Splitting the carrier end to end, he set a section either side of Carmana and carefully guided the two to engage beneath the youngster. Strapping him in, he activated the maglevs and once again reverted to his vehicle mode. Finally, backing up, he latched on to the carrier and stood ready for departure.
Aegis dipped a wing in acknowledgement to the newcomer as she marked his descent, returning on comm:
"Received, Ironstar. We'll be glad to have you on site and on side. I'll refer you to our team leader, Vibro, once we're down on the ground. I'm Aegis, callsign Spitfire, first recon for the team. Our MO for the present is clear the area of hostiles and regroup once notified to do so. I have an associate to the rear of our position by fifteen klicks, he's non combatative though - a medic. I've advised he remains above cloud cover for the present to minimise danger of attack."[/color]
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Post by shadowdark on Aug 17, 2013 18:51:58 GMT -5
Ironstar had to cut thrust in order to stay up to Aegis' speed. He was surprised by the look of the femme aircraft, which was definitely designed for lower altitudes; he had not seen her altmode type for a long time.
"Acknowledged, Spitfire," the mech responded with a waggle of wings to return her greeting. "And well met, Aegis. My callsign is Grey Goose. May I contact your associate to greet him, to let him know of my presence? What channel he is on, please?"
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DarkXenith
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Do NOT Frag with The Medic
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Post by DarkXenith on Aug 17, 2013 19:08:23 GMT -5
"Copied, Grey Goose. Tac-Comm 15 is our current for general up here, Tac-Comm 5 for medical though. He's active on both. I'd advise 15 unless you want to set him into a false 'scramble' situation. No call-sign; designation is Tecton. I'd advise due respect, he's quite reserved in demeanour. Our third is a guardian class, callsign Angel of Death; standard designation is Laser. I don't doubt you're aware of him."[/color]
Aegis herself became more personable as Ironstar drew alongside, a rather typical change in approach for the femme. When in active service, she was all business and appeared to others as an efficient and thorough officer; once you got beneath that it was a rather different story, she was approachable and quite sociable if rather 'bookish' and didn't actually hold an official rank.
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Post by shadowdark on Aug 17, 2013 20:06:23 GMT -5
"Thank you, miss Spitfire," Ironstar answered obligingly. Despite the war, Ironstar usually maintained his sense of decor. He was a gentleman first and foremost, even in battle. And honour was very important; dignity and respect was deserving of any mech, femme, or creature. "I shall take care not to bother him overlong,", he went on. "And indeed, I do believe I have heard of the great Lazarus, but never have I seen him in person, let alone spoken with him! Might I ask his purpose in this affair?" the jetmech inquired. In the meantime, Ironstar engaged in a little bit of multitasking as he pinged Tecton as well, taking care to maintain use of TacComm 15, and not 5. "Callsign Grey Goose of the Autobot Air Defense Corps conveying greetings from above, Tecton," he introduced. "I have just arrived to lend a hand. May I assist you in any way, sir?"
Iris was lost amidst a drift of dreams... * * * * * "Hey Iris, catch!" Deadbolt was tossing a hand grenade to his former classmate. Iris caught it in one hand, and thankfully the weapon was not armed. "What's this for?" she asked. "Take care of it," Deadbolt told her. "Or else it'll go up in your face, just like everything else." "What is it?" Iris asked. It was obviously a grenade, but she sensed that it wasn't the usual kind. It looked different, with a blue Autobot icon painted on it, instead of the usual red. "Just handle it carefully," her dead team mate warned. He waved his own grenade for Iris to see. "Don't do what I did, I didn't take it seriously and--" The grenade went off in his hand in a flash of blinding light and a frame-jarring explosion... * * * * * Iris' optics flared online with an electrifying flash of brilliant turquoise. Though all of her external sensors registered sleep and regeneration modes, her mind was sharp and awake now. Deadbolt faded from her thoughts in an instant as she sharpened her focus on the present. Through the frost-covered chamber plastiglas dome she could see the blurred shape of nurses standing around her, monitoring stati and various indicators. Though she did not register danger in any recognizable form, her sensors warned her with slow waves of dread that she was being pinned down, held, confined; and Iris did not like that one bit. The pressure sensors outside of the holding chamber suddenly but steadily began to drop, like fluid draining out of a hole at the bottom of a glass. That was the only warning before the Demi-Prime suddenly lunged forward, straining against the protective bindings and straps securing her to the interior moulding. The bindings creaked and shuddered, twisting slowly apart. Then, in a succession of zips and snaps, the bindings lost the fight against Iris' burgeoning strength and all but exploded off as Iris' forehead smashed forward into the plastiglas dome. From outside, the dome abruptly cracked, splintering off in a bullseye pattern. The nurses, startled, gasped and staggered away from the broken dome in alarm. Before they realized what was happening, the contents of the holding chamber lunged forward again and crashed through the dome, sending the shatter-proof material in an outward spray of cubes all over the floor, bouncing off desks and terminals, skittering beneath chairs. And from the hiss of fog and the wheeze of escaping pressurized gasses, Iris Demi-Prime stepped out of the holding chamber, her foot settling upon the glittering shards of glass with a firm, decisive crunch. The nurses stared back at her in horror. "Ahem," Iris coughed. "Sorry about that."
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Laser
Gestalt Team leader
Search and Destroy
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Post by Laser on Aug 18, 2013 0:03:13 GMT -5
The doctor shook her head sadly as Iris 'exited' the chamber. They had failed to regulate temperatures correctly, apparently. Instead of griping over it, the Doctor shut out her program, ordering the nurses to clean up the mess that she made. She walked up to Iris with a stern look, and looked as if she was going to scold her--
But instead, she burst out crying and clutched her face in her hands, stroking Iris's strong chin and holding it up to her visage. "Iris...don't forget us."
"What is going on in here?" The Commander was back, surrounded by his tightly wound soldiers who were inspecting the area to every detail. "Doctor, you told me this was going to be regulated?"
The doctor responded with a mild whimper, unable to gather herself. Seeing the situation, the Commander softened up, and silently ordered some of his guards to take her to her chambers. Once she was gone, he walked up to Iris, swiftly sending the others out of the room. Then they were alone.
"Iris....obviously you aren't in Kalis anymore...", he began slowly, unsure of what to say to her...unsure if he should say anything at all. "Cybertron's people suffer from a great civil war...a war that could ruin life on this planet, and others as well. You have been summoned forth to aid the protectors of Cybertron...the Autobots." He stepped forward, a worried look his countenance, as if he was going to break up at any moment. "You have been sought out by the Guardians, child. And not by just any of them....but by Lazarus, the Destroyer of Worlds..."
His name would be well known to anyone from Kalis, as any of the names of the Nine. They funded the Kalisian project, and overwatched the most cryptic operations of the galaxy. And now they had banded with the true protectors, the Autobots.
"Iris listen to me...as there isn't much time. Laser is not of this world...he is something, something else. While you know nothing of he, he knows all about you. As you know, he is worldly...undoubtedly having ventured past the depths of hell and beyond! But you MUST compose yourself in his presence. You are going to see war like never before. You represent Kalis! Never forget that! And as we lead you in the right direction as a child, you will lead our heroes to victory."
The drop hole opened behind her.
"Never forget who you are...." The commander said with a tear dropping from his eye.
"You are a Prime..."
He pushed her out, watching her before closing the hatch as the Ship disappeared into the skyline...forever...
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Post by shadowdark on Aug 18, 2013 0:31:55 GMT -5
"W-wait, what?" Iris stammered, her brilliant optics wide in bewilderment. "What do you--"
But it was too late. The drop hatch, which had been slowly opening up behind her while the commander spoke, was now fully open and a stormy wind was roaring into the cargo bay. Iris couldn't hear the commander's lost words, something about... a lime? A crime? Something about a rhyme? Arriving on time?
And then without warning, the commander's face assumed the saddest expression Iris had ever seen on a grown mech, and then he shoved her out the door.
Iris' first impulse was to scream, which was exactly what she did as the sky suddenly became the ground. Sight of the dark carrier disappeared quickly amidst a cluster of thick, lightning-strewn ochre clouds.
"WAIT! Waitwaitwait!" Iris shrieked as she continued to drop at an alarming rate through the gritty, howling winds. "You can't-- no, you can't leave...!"
It would have been a simple thing to transform and return to the ship, firing all thrusters. But then it put her in mind of a small mechanimal bird falling from the nest. Surely if she was going to fly on her own, returning home was not an option. It was tempting, to return to the carrier and flank it for safety, and yet...
... the nurse had asked her to never forget them.
They meant to leave her behind. For good. On her own.
The sudden realization left her fuel tanks lurching. She had been notified before, trained and briefed and prepared, but the reality of the situation had not sunk in until she was surrounded by miles of cloud with the last thread of familiarity disappearing quickly into the sky. No, there was no going home now. Her honour -- and her people, all of Kalis -- depended on it.
With a swift motion, Iris flipped, folded, and transformed into her Cybertronian jet form. Sleek fins propped up against the wind, her wings stretched and fanned out, her turbines snapped into place with a proud roar. And so, gleaming in the dull, overcast glow of the Koriolis desert, the sleek, powerful form of the Demi-Prime blasted forward with full strength across the dry, dead dunes, leaving behind a wake of dust rising miles high behind her.
The legendary Laser was waiting. She had no idea what to expect.
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Laser
Gestalt Team leader
Search and Destroy
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Post by Laser on Aug 18, 2013 1:16:33 GMT -5
Laser looked up just in time to see his younger brother scorch across the sky like a shooting star. He'd deal with him later. For now, he had to address the Demi-Prime. Glancing at his wrist, he scowled. This was taking too long. Vibro and his team needed him.
"Iris Demi-Prime..." he boomed over transmission to the young femme. "Please come to these coordinates..." He sent her the pin point location of the vault. "I shall meet you there. Waste no time....."
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Post by shadowdark on Aug 18, 2013 1:25:25 GMT -5
Like a magnet fastening northbound, Iris automatically turned and snapped onto the coordinates forwarded to her by Laser. Fear and excitement caught her tongue; she had no idea what to say, nothing meaningful or momentous. What could she say to an ancient being? What was appropriate protocol? Yo what's up, L-dawg? No, there was supposed to be a more dignified way to say that, like... with more words, or something.
"Roger, Laser," she replied, doing her best to make sure her tone of voice wore a proper suit and tie. "I shall be there forthwith."
And no sooner did the words pass over their transmission did she regret her wording. Forthwith? That sounded stupid. What did that word mean, anyway? Could she not have used a better word like, 'straight away' or 'promptly'? Aaagh. Iris resisted the temptation to swear at herself and just continued on her flightpath towards Laser and the rising shadow of a great building looming up in the distance...
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Post by Towreck on Aug 18, 2013 11:50:15 GMT -5
Towreck nodded, "Don't mention it, I try and see to it that whenever my Teammates need help, I will step forward and help them." And after saying that, Towreck finished setting his Energon Cannon up, and transformed into his vehicle form. Giving his engine a good rev, he signaled to Jumpstart. "Lets get going, the sooner we get out of this Slagstorm, the better." He commented
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Laser
Gestalt Team leader
Search and Destroy
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Post by Laser on Aug 18, 2013 21:10:36 GMT -5
Laser stood outside the entryway of the vault, scanning his whereabouts for Iris. He noticed Towreck and Jumpstart leaving a little ways off...carrying Carmana. "Damn..." he could see Carmana wasn't dead, but he was hit bad. He couldn't wait to take a shot at Valk...but he knew he had to get in line.
He shook the sand off of his body, the grainy material falling like sheets of brown. He needed to hurry up and get inside. The others needed him. He hoped he would be able to fit...
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