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Post by cartmantuttle on May 27, 2014 1:04:41 GMT -5
Long Shot took a deep breath, and let out a long whistle. "Well, Towreck, what information can you pull up on this planet? The more we know, the better equipped we'll be."
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Post by DarkXenith on May 27, 2014 16:18:29 GMT -5
.:Medbay - ISO 4:..... Initialising Systems .....Stasis lag was a bitch. It was official. Jumpstart flickered his optics online gradually, reorienting himself to consciousness with a low curse as the static cleared. The alarms were still ringing in his audios, or was that the incessant pinging of his HUD? Yes, it was. "Nrrgghh..Fraggit..."The damned status reports continued to roll in system by system... Audio: Online
Communications: Online
Visual: Online
Power Relay: Online
Motor: Pending... Error...Re-initialising. Standby.The medic ignored the error codes and made an attempt at a manual motor check, gradually working through each appendage in turn until a sharp surge of pain stopped him cold. Nope, he wasn't likely to be going anywhere for a while going on that. He vaguely recalled making a dive for the cover of a fixed berth as the ship hit the vortex and everything went aft over apex, then something had struck him from behind. After that, nothing, until now and now he was face down and stuck fast with an evidently torqued dorsal linkage. ... Just Fraggin' WONDERFUL ...Opening a comm, he ventured on general: "This is Jumper. I'm in ISO 4. Anyone spare a mech a lift an' shoot the fraggin' pilot while they're at it..? Goin' nowhere fast. I got half the equipment in here stacked on toppa myself an' I am not happy 'bout it."
OOC: Will bring Aegis and Chance in a little later. 
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Post by Volume on May 28, 2014 11:27:13 GMT -5
Black Hole hesitantly stepped forwards. She didn't meant to interupt her comrades but this was bugging her a lot. "I do not wish to raise concern....but do you think the Decepticons are active as well?" She stepped back and quietly spoke. "I'm sorry for interupting..."
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2014 11:47:43 GMT -5
TurboJet gets off from the wall and walks towards Black Hole himself. "To be honest I have been wondering that the whole time. That wormhole is large enough to send fleets worth of ships so odds are the Decepticons where transported into it as well as we were. Lets just hope that it was somewhere far away from us. In the mean time I think we should get used to this new planet from a personal perspective. Then create a small base the cons won't be able to find until we are well costumed to this place. Remember this isn't our home anymore so it's not like we can just walk out the front door."
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Post by Volume on May 28, 2014 12:26:26 GMT -5
Black Hole nodded then looked at Towreck. "Towreck, sir what do you think we should do?"
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Post by Towreck on May 30, 2014 10:04:48 GMT -5
Towreck's gaze was broken from the screen at the calling of him, more importantly, the usage of sir.Sir....thats a new one...He thought, before turning and replying. "Well, I'm not sure. This planet is pretty new to all of us. I think the first thing we should do is make sure everyone and everything is up and running. Once we all have healthy bots, we need to work on this ships systems. Ensure that this planet is safe enough for us to go out on. If it is, then we shall send a small scouting party to see who, and what, inhabits this planet. But that will be the last thing we do. First thing first, lets get the systems and bots all online..." Towreck starts, before assigning tasks to the bots at the bridge.
"Okay, I need any bot that knows their way around mechanics and fixing, to talk with Captain Cutlass..." at the mention of said Captian, he looked at him. "Hope you don't mind me commanding these bots around your ship, Captain." He said in a respectful voice. Turning back to the crowd, Towreck continued. "Any other bot that knows their way around information, can help in the planet research. Search for local databases, if this planet has life...we can at least hope its sentient. The ship has picked up civilizations on the radar, so we know that much." Towreck stood and thought, before turning to Turbo. "Turbo, I need you to go help out Doc' Jumper in the ISO 4 Medbay. Get him up and running, so we can have full vital diagnostics on everyone here. Need to make sure that crash didn't damage anything too bad on us."
After saying that, Towreck couldnt think of anymore. "So, if there is anything else that needs to be done, let me know. In the mean time, lets get to work! If you need me, I'll be around the ship; helping where needed." Towreck said, before giving a shrug and lightly saying "Dissmised? Yeah, that works..." This is going to take some getting used to.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2014 10:41:04 GMT -5
"I'm on it Towreck don't worry"
Turbo bolts down the hallway leading to the ISO 4 Medbay. His drone follows quicky behind...
Sometime afterwards in the med bay Turbo speed in the room with a quick stop to make sure he didn't run into anything:
"Hey I'm Turbojet I was assigned by Towreck to assist you anyway what seems to be the problem?"
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Post by Cutlass Rebooted on May 30, 2014 10:54:12 GMT -5
Tecton rushes in to help Jumpstart, he starts shifting the equipment letting it crash to the ground, it's broken from the crash anyway. "Sometimes it is tempting to shoot Cutlass, but then we'd have no pilot... Are you able to move now?" He asks not immediately noticing any of the damage.
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"Not at all mate. Command away. Tecton should be down there with Jumpstart so assistance might not be needed, might be worth checking anyway." Cutlass jumps to his feet as Whysp approaches.
"What needs fixing first?"
"I haven't actually checked out the whole ship yet but..." He trails off as he taps the screen bringing up a list of all the damage. "These red patches are the worst of the damage so just work on one of these, the drones will help with the rest." He leaves it up on the screen for the rest of the bots to see.
"I'll work on this bit then" She taps the screen and runs across the room to fix part of the ship.
Still leaning against the wall Wraith thinks to himself. I guess that leaves me with the intelligence team. He moves over to the monitor and waits to see who else would join him.
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Tecton looks up as Turbo runs in.
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Post by cartmantuttle on May 30, 2014 13:27:05 GMT -5
Long Shot saluted Towreck, and headed down to the med bay. "Hopefully I can get my damn comm fixed. It wouldn't be very good if I couldn't communicate with the others."
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Post by DarkXenith on May 30, 2014 13:45:51 GMT -5
"Thanks, Tec... should know I was kiddin' on that one. Le'ssee..."
Jumpstart was a grin and bear it type when it came to his own personal wellbeing, patients always came first and sarcastic humour was his typical response to situations like this. Deciding to chance it and bracing his hands beneath himself, the medic made an attempt to lever himself up from the floor. The result was a cringe-inducing grating sound from the damaged linkage array in his back.
"Holy fraggin' sunnuva... frag...nope. Shoulda known...nnnrgfraggin..."
Taking his own weight for nano-klicks only, the medic vented an evidently pained exhalation and admitted defeat, sinking back down to the floor and bracing himself on his side, "Like I said on comm. I'm goin' nowhere. Fast. Links eight through twelve are outta alignment an' don't I know it."
Casting a sidelong glance to the new comer, he gave a slight nod of acknowledgement and thanks in return to the mech's proffered assistance.
.:Command Deck:.
Aegis had made her way up to the flight deck in response to the earlier ship-wide comm from Towreck. Keeping to the background, the femme listened in to the arrangements the weaponsmith made concerning the recovery efforts. The femme herself had remained in one of the hangars for most of the time in transit, as such with the vastness of the hangar she had escaped serious damage in the subequent trip through the vortex and resulting crash landing.
Stepping forward as Towreck requested data analysts, she offered calmly:
"If Cutlass will consent to give me access to the ship's remaining functional scanning arrays at a working terminal, I'll get underway with and co-ordinate the scouting and research efforts with any other personnel with suitable skill sets."
The flier herself had a journalistic background and a formidable ability to research, collate and report on any chosen subject. She also had somewhat of a specialism in Xenolinguistics. In other words, she was solidly placed to deliver on a task of this nature.
Chance shambled into the room shortly after the main throng arrived. Sporting a cracked visor and guarding a broken and sparking doorwing from inadvertant knocks from those around him, the black and white Minibot edged his way around to the front to get a clearer view of things. As always, his smaller size had evidently left him more vulnerable to damage than his full-sized compatriots. He'd had worse though.
"Gotta get me some tools den gonna get t' fixin' up stuff... get m'self fixed up laters. Start up ere ifn's bes' once ev'rymech's cleared out."
Optics narrowed, the minibot flicked his good wing in acknowledgment, deffering to Towreck's command, and waited for direction or acceptance of his offer.
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