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[sparkwhisperer]

Who: Tarn, Pharma, and Spinister
Where: Decepticon home base
When: Immediately after the scrum with Megatron
What: Spinister and Pharma have to deal with Tarn bleeding on everything
Warnings: probably robogore and yelling

Tarn is in bad shape. His vision flickers uselessly in a precursor to shut down by the time Megatron manages to haul him in front of the makeshift Decepticon stronghold. He, begrudgingly, had pinged Pharma with the coordinates and a command to be ready to receive him shortly after they began their trek back to the base.

As is stands now he is leaned up against the side of the crumbling building, hand clamped over his bleeding shoulder. Tarn takes a quick mental inventory of the injuries that he has sustained. Other than badly dented plating and broken biolights on his chassis, his shoulder is sparking and the joint barely functional, his knee is in the same condition, there is a bare and torn portion of his forearm where his fusion cannon once resided, and his face is wounded and dripping energon beneath his mask.

While he would prefer to lick his wounds in private it has become readily apparent that his injuries require some serious repairs.

“Frag.” Tarn mutters, energon dripping from beneath his mask on to his chest. He comms Spinister to notify him that he is outside and in need of assistance. Introducing Pharma to the twitchy scientist should be fun.

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[pharma]

Pharma pulls his hands away now that the soldering part is more or less over with, just in time to be mildly startled by Tarn's little outburst. "Alright, you're not doing yourself any favors right now," he chides, handing over more nanite tape to Spinister should he need it.

And then he double-takes. "Wait -- an Autobot Megatron?"

[sparkwhisperer]

"Oh, have you not heard?" there is a certain unhinged quality in Tarn's normally smooth voice. "Yes, Megatron has switched sides. Apparently he has had a change of heart after three million years of killing Autobots."

He shakes the sting out of his hand. That was unnecessary he supposes but it did help to vent some of his anger.

"As you can imagine I was rather shocked."

[triggerhappycopter]

"Yeah, that was kind of a bummer," Spinister mutters, wringing one of the energon soaked rags out over a bucket before going back to soak up more of the pooled energon out of Tarn's innards. "I mean, I'm not that surprised it happened, but I kinda wish it hadn't? Figures he'd ditch us when the going got tough though."

"There's some energon cubes in the box over there. Think we ought to start prepping some of that for a transfusion," he says, accepting the tape as he checks over their work for any more leaks. Next bit was working through alllll the broken bits and bobs in their patient's torso.

[pharma]

Pharma's still a little stunned over this revelation. His last response before proceeding with work? "I swear I just felt the Pits freeze over." He still has work to do, though, so he heads for the cubes, hesitating once he grabs one. However, he gets a hold of himself, grabs three, and brings them back to Spinister. "I'm surprised he's still conscious, really. Stubborn aft."

[sparkwhisperer]

"I may be injured but I'm not deaf." Tarn snaps back. He really wants to be unconscious to be honest, but his apprehension keeps him on his toes. Unfortunatly for him he is fading fast despite it. His optic flickers briefly. "Please, just get on with it."

He pins Spinister with a weak glare. 'Kind of a bummer' was really a rather insultingly light way of putting his disappointment. "Perhaps you should consider a bit of respect for the memory of our esteemed leader."

[triggerhappycopter]

"Tarn, it's okay to say bad things about people who've ditched us," Spinister consoles, very gently patting Tarn's... Well, that used to be a piston of some sort but it was pretty warped and currently mashing a bunch of wires into Tarn's coolant tank.

"Nah, this is pretty normal for Decepticons. Everyone's got this deep seated distrust of medics and medical procedures so they're always trying to be awake for everything," the heli explains as he starts working at getting said piston out of Tarn. "It's a thing from the Functionist days when medics and medical facilities treated our people like crap."

"Also, Decepticon medics tend to be evil part-time mad scientist nutholes."

[pharma]

Pharma moves in to assist Spinister any way he can, scoffing quietly, both out of laughter at the concept of Tarn being patted like a pet turbofox and from the explanation. "So you have different breeds of Decepticons, then. Funny, I always saw you as all the same -- aside from the varying degrees of insanity and number of murders committed."

Pot, meet kettle. It's black.

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn would be glaring at them both but he is barely coherent at this point. His hand twitches in an attempt to swat at Spinister's hand as he pats him, but it barely makes it a few inches off the table.

"Shut..up..." He doesn't want to sleep but, Primus, his HUD is pinging errors and displaying precursors to system shutdown. "Keep me awake...I don't care how. Just...keep me talking."

[triggerhappycopter]

"..." Spinister squints at Pharma. He squints quite a bit.

"We don't have stims," he says somewhat apologetically to Tarn as he pulls the piston out. "You can try to stay awake but if that doesn't work out, then I'm gonna make sure nothing bad happens when you're out. Swear on my blueprint designer!"

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn stares at Spinister, still not quite trusting him. If they decide to kill him when he's out, who's around to stop them? Or to even care? Still, he supposes, if they really wanted to kill him they would be doing it right now when he's clearly not able to fight back. It wouldn't matter if he was unconscious or not.

And, knowing Pharma, he would want to do it when Tarn was coherent enough to know who did the deed. And there would be no pain dampener chip.

Slowly, Tarn relaxes into the table.

"I'm trusting...you."

His optics go black and his body goes completely limp.

[pharma]

Pharma sighs as Tarn drifts off, moving back to drop off a tool that isn't needed anymore. "Finally. Thought he'd never shut up." He moves back to hover over Tarn for a moment, just to make sure there isn't anything else that needs immediate attending to. "I hate when they're awake. It's too distracting."

[triggerhappycopter]

Well, that was very dramatic, Spin thinks as he watches Tarn finally slip into stasis.

To Pharma, he says, "You get used to it. Lots of Decepticons don't like going under much." Now that the piston was out, there was a huge hole in the coolant tank. Fortunately, most of the fluids were below the draining line of the hole, so he's quickly patching it up with a bit of cannibalized metal.

"So, uh, the energon transfusion?" the heli inquires, somewhat distracted with welding. "Or should I prep it?"

[pharma]

"No no, allow me." Right, the transfusion. He waves his hand dismissively and starts picking up some more cubes, carefully bringing them over and making sure they're in a stable position. "Will you need all of them? I'll bring them all over just in case, anyway."

Gotta love when you answer your own questions. Didn't even wait for Spinister's input, either, before he goes to grab more.

[triggerhappycopter]

"Okay," Spin says, just happy to have someone with actual experience helping him for the time being. He pops a datapad out of one of the boxes and plugs it into Tarn's hip port, next to the dampener chip. He reads over the readouts before magnetizing it to the side of the operating table.

"We basically need all of it. Let me double check for leaks again. At least his temperature readouts are leveling out now that he's in stasis."

[pharma]

That's what he figured, so he makes one more pass to go grab the rest of the energon and set it down in Spinister's reach. "Certainly makes for a better outlook for him, anyway," he adds as he goes to grab more rags just in case there are any other leaks or messes in the near future."

[triggerhappycopter]

"Get a bucket for the rags too." Spinister starts working through all the little wires they needed to replace. The repairs were going to take days between all the repair work and scavenging metal for replacements and fabrications. "We'll need to re-refine the energon from that stuff for later"

[pharma]

Pharma makes an expression of disgust at that, but goes to scavenge around for a bucket again. He plops it down next to Spinister before turning to the other side of Tarn and starting to work on the more easily fixed problems opposite of Spinister. "Running short, I take it?"

Sorry for the lateness!

[triggerhappycopter]

"The forge I got up and running isn't really efficient yet, so drinkable stuff is a bit tight," Spin answers with a shrug. "Buuuut at least we've got energon."

Which was miles better off than he had been with the Scavengers. They had a relatively decent and working on-ship refinery, but never any energon to put in the thing.

No worries!

[pharma]

Pharma's lip curls slightly. A lack of drinkable energon? Just what he didn't need... but the forge sounds interesting. "I suppose it is better than nothing. Was the forge already here?"

[triggerhappycopter]

"Nope! Had to make it from scratch! It also explodes sometimes and then I have to rebuild it from scratch again. Refining energon is so much easier when you've actually got the sensors to measure everything out for you, but haven't got a chance to make or find stuff to make them right now." Refining energon had always been more of a Misfire thing at any rate.

[pharma]

"I assume you're working alone for the most part, then?" Because frankly, it seems like this would be done in a much less explode-y way if Spinister had some form of help. He pauses for a moment as he looks back down on their unconscious patient. "Well, aside from having Tarn, here."

[triggerhappycopter]

"Tarn's shtick is his voice, not his hands, just so you know," Spinister grumbles, easing a crushed motor out of Tarn's internals and looking it over with an air of displeasure. "So, yeah, alone and not in my area of expertise. Sixshot gets the supplies, but he's not got that good an optic for useful scrap."

[pharma]

"Trust me, I'm well aware," Pharma says coolly, eyeing the motor in Spinister's hands. That must have hurt. "Sixshot? That sounds familiar - wasn't he a Phase Sixer?"

Go figure.

[triggerhappycopter]

"Yep! Big green and white fellow with the six forms. He's pretty okay. I think he's, like, super depressed though." Setting the motor aside, he goes to work, straightening out Tarn's internals so that he take everything apart easier. "And he keeps tracking dirt into the building after I've swept everything down, which is super annoying."

[pharma]

Six forms? Pharma huffs quietly, going to dig in to help (and maybe passive-aggressively nudge something Spinister's already adjusted to what he considers 'straight'). "That's five forms too many."