DarkXenith
Soldier
Do NOT Frag with The Medic
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Post by DarkXenith on Sept 2, 2013 15:44:56 GMT -5
(OOC: Apologies fpr delays, few major issues IRL that I had to take care of *sigh* )
Jumpstart purposely lurched forward just enough to jolt the carrier module, "I said stow it. Failin' that I'll short your vocallliser once I got you on the table an' save the rest've us list'nin t' your fraggin' verbal diarrhoea runnin' off at the mouth. FRAG!!"[/color]
The ground suddenly lurched more than the medic had intended as a tremor of some description swept the area. Fortunately being an offroader he managed to keep traction by switching to AWD. The ship was within easy distance, which was a good thing considering some fraggin' fruitloop had just exited the top of the temple complex toting a fusion cannon if he was reading the energy signature right.
Buckling down, he picked the pace up a little and quickly made the shadow of the ship and from there the boarding ramp...
He had to trust that the team would manage without him for the moment and that any serious injuries from the quake and subsequent collapse of the building would be reported or attended to by Tecton or Beam.
(( Moving Jumper back to the ship, see you both there ^^ ))
Aegis broke away from the party as they made the shadow of the ship and headed for cover in the clouds, fully recognising she was no match for the newly announced adversary in a dogfight.
Opening a comm, she sought a status update:
"Laser, acknowledge please. Request status update. Confirm medic safely aboard ship with evacuee and escort. Do you require assistance in light of building collapse? Holding above apparent range with incendiaries primed to strike."[/color]
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carmana
Civilian
Orders AREN'T always meant to be followed.
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Post by carmana on Sept 3, 2013 11:00:33 GMT -5
Grandslam looked at Vibro and smirked. "So...Carmana still lives then...I will have to remedy that later. As for my allegiance, the Autobots just didn't cut it for me. Never getting the job done, not enough resources, and weaklings were everywhere, even the leaders didn't take charge. The cons get things done." he chuckled darkly
((Did I make that quake happen or am I missing something?))
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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on Dec 5, 2013 11:10:12 GMT -5
Tecton charges aboard the ship holding Volca tightly. A trail of dripping fluids follows him down to the med bay. He seals the two of them behind a force field and begins to stabilize Volca.
Hooking her up to life support would do for now. I can keep her alive for months on this machine, possibly years if it comes to it... No! It won't come to that... I won't have history repeat itself... He begins to assess the damage. This is going to take a lot of parts, and I doubt I'm going to find any of use out there... and I know for certain that I don't have all I need on board... I may have to completely reconstruct her... It won't be as easy as before... What am I thinking that was never easy... An image from the long buried past surfaces in his mind for a brief moment before he shakes it away. I can't let that happen again, I must be sure to keep her memory safe as well this time... But at least this time I won't have other scientists to worry about... The forgotten dark smile crept across his face. Recalling as much as he can about soldiers he starts to piece together possible designs for her new body...
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Post by Towreck on Dec 5, 2013 16:27:08 GMT -5
Towreck, who was guarding the entrance while Jumpstart was working on Carmana, noticed Tecton rush inside, probably not noticing he was there. Towreck turned and tailed him, and was about to ask him what was going on before a forcefield had popped up around the room, making him stop. Towreck quietly watched on, before grunting and turning around, heading back for the entrance. Standing back in position, Towreck stared outside, his eyes watching the temple in hopes that the rest of the team will make it out. Seeing Volca like that, his hope was starting to dwindle, slightly.
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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on Dec 6, 2013 20:11:50 GMT -5
After about ten minutes of constant scribbling (illegible writing and hard to decipher diagrams) , Tecton sets down everything and steps out from behind the force field (keeping it active) still failing to notice Towreck he charges out into the desert. Checking off a mental list he proceeds to gather parts from the fallen soldiers. That was one of the few good things about combat on this scale, he could find all of the parts he would ever need and more. Trip one of many...
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Post by Towreck on Dec 15, 2013 12:11:06 GMT -5
Towreck idly stood by, watching Tecton rush in and out. He would have said something, but Towreck had figured Tecton didn't want to be disturbed. So, he sat down and began to do the one thing he did best....Tinker.
More specifically, tinker with his weapons.
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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on Dec 22, 2013 15:09:51 GMT -5
After what must have been at least the twentieth trip of dragging heavy pieces of metal into the ship Tecton sets down to work. Practically barricading himself in his quarters with all of the metal he organizes it all into several different arrangements corresponding to the designs drawn up on the board.
Checking on Volca again he begins to remove her armor. Salvaging what he can from it he looks at his designs again and drops it onto one of the piles, with intent to return to it later.
With the machine keeping her stable he starts to take away the damaged upper parts of her body, replacing them quickly with the new, cleaned parts. Working fast he fixes up all of the damage to her upper body. Having completed that he begins the delicate task of deconstructing the scraps into their components and reshaping the metals into a much more feminine form, even going so far as to melt down entire chunks and craft new bits from scratch.
He carefully attaches the parts piece by tiny piece...
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DarkXenith
Soldier
Do NOT Frag with The Medic
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Post by DarkXenith on Jan 21, 2014 16:38:19 GMT -5
Jumpstart had also fallen into the age-old trappings of his craft, becoming thoroughly absorbed in the task of attending to his patient and oblivious to all else around him as a result.
Time had passed and thankfully so too had the immediate danger to Carmana. For all his bluster, the medic was nothing if not fastidious in his work but as his charges often found, the rough language and mannerisms quickly fell away as work progressed revealing the true depth of the medic's compassion for his fellows and his skill. Anyone on the receiving end of his ministrations rarely suffered for the encounter.
Barely registering Tecton's arrival with Volca as no more than a flurry of activity, he worked on clipping off damaged fuel lines and meshing in new sections with a well-practiced rhythm then moving on to ancillary components once the mech's fluid levels had stabilised. Carmana, it seemed, had the obligatory Fool's Charm. Those brave enough (or stupid enough...the medic could never decide) to hurl themselves headlong into the slagpile typically managed to avoid an untimely meeting with the Creator.
Shaking his head, he vented a low sigh and took a moment to clean his hands on a near-by cloth as he surveyed the scene.
"Well, kid, you got fraggin' lucky this time. Give it a few an' a lil more decoration an' you'll be outta here and outta my slaggin' way."
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Post by Towreck on Jan 21, 2014 22:20:58 GMT -5
Towreck, after taking apart his NAR and cleaning the parts, firmly placed the clip back into the gun, before pulling on the lever, cocking the clip into the gun, and loading the first bullet into the chamber. Clicking on the saftey, Towreck aimed at the ground and gave a small tug on the trigger, to ensure the saftey lock was in place, before setting the rifle back into his holster, and standing up. Towreck looked behind him, gazing into the medic room. "Sure have been in there long enough...." He mumbled to himself, before gazing back outside.
To his surprise, he began watching as Decepticons began walking outside the temple entrance. "Well, I'll be damned. Seems the 'Cons made it out. Lets just hope the Autobots survived as well..." He said to no one in particular, looking on guard in case of any sort of unexpected attack.
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Post by Rexacon on Feb 3, 2014 21:22:11 GMT -5
"We've made it, finally."
Roll muttered as she and the rest of the cons finally came out of that stupid temple. Just as she looked up, the ship had just arrived landing before them to pick them up. Their job was simple, to get the hell out of here and regroup to fight another day. Roll looked over as Rexacon visor began flickering on and off, he was slowly dying. Roll quickly went straight towards the ship as soldiers came out to go help.
"Mistress Roll, right this way ma'am."
"Get Rexacon to the stasis emergency room, we need to get him stabilized."
"Roger that."
The soldiers carried Rexacon to the medical room as Roll entered the ship waiting for the others to get on.
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