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robothell2014-12-19 11:20 pm
robotsatan) wrote in robothell2014-12-19 11:20 pm
[ INTRO LOG ]
You don't know how you got here. One minute you were walking, sleeping, maybe dead -- then you're here, your feet suddenly carrying you down an empty street. Where's here?
Any Cybertronian would recognize this as their home planet, Cybertron, but it's not a Cybertron they've ever known. It has all the familiar hallmarks, but none of the specifics -- the city isn't one anyone here could identify, and even at a glance it's obvious that no one's set foot on the planet's surface in hundreds of years. The city and its surrounding areas all bear the marks of devastating war, of dust and rust collected over centuries. With no one in sight -- right at first, anyway -- there's plenty to explore. In fact, if you start walking, you'll find that your feet may just carry you in one particular direction.
A) The crater.
On one edge of the city is a massive crater left by some wartime weapon that seems to have taken out a large chunk of the surrounding metropolitan area. At the center of the crater it's broken through the surface of the terrain to reveal what looks like it might be a promising energon deposit. There is some strange but native vegetation growing around the edges, too, that no Cybertronian would be able to identify -- small, metallic, brittle-looking sprouts that bear a curiously organic-looking fruit of some kind that doesn't look like it's intended for consumption by any natives of the planet. In one rocky nook of the crater, light catches on the surface of a pool of water, which seems strangely out of place on Cybertron. On closer inspection, it seems that somehow an underground water source has formed a spring in the crater.
B) The center of the city.
If you follow where your feet seem to want to carry you, you'll find yourself in the middle of the ruined city. It seems that the center of the city was once home to a massive forum, and some of the pillars and structures still stand. At the very center of the forum is a massive, elaborately constructed fountain, although it has now long since run dry of whatever used to fill it. One of the low, inner walls of the forum has a terminal embedded in its surface, although it looks curiously ancient, out of place with the rest of the city, and unlike the rest of the technology still left around, there doesn't seem to be any way to power it on or operate it. There are a few scattered pools of water and a few of the strange metallic plants in the city, too, but they're not quite as plentiful as in the crater.
The planet was obviously once home to a massive network of communication relays, but those have all been long since destroyed. However, with the bits and pieces left behind and a few determined minds, it wouldn't be too hard to build a working, if rudimentary, one...
Any Cybertronian would recognize this as their home planet, Cybertron, but it's not a Cybertron they've ever known. It has all the familiar hallmarks, but none of the specifics -- the city isn't one anyone here could identify, and even at a glance it's obvious that no one's set foot on the planet's surface in hundreds of years. The city and its surrounding areas all bear the marks of devastating war, of dust and rust collected over centuries. With no one in sight -- right at first, anyway -- there's plenty to explore. In fact, if you start walking, you'll find that your feet may just carry you in one particular direction.
A) The crater.
On one edge of the city is a massive crater left by some wartime weapon that seems to have taken out a large chunk of the surrounding metropolitan area. At the center of the crater it's broken through the surface of the terrain to reveal what looks like it might be a promising energon deposit. There is some strange but native vegetation growing around the edges, too, that no Cybertronian would be able to identify -- small, metallic, brittle-looking sprouts that bear a curiously organic-looking fruit of some kind that doesn't look like it's intended for consumption by any natives of the planet. In one rocky nook of the crater, light catches on the surface of a pool of water, which seems strangely out of place on Cybertron. On closer inspection, it seems that somehow an underground water source has formed a spring in the crater.
B) The center of the city.
If you follow where your feet seem to want to carry you, you'll find yourself in the middle of the ruined city. It seems that the center of the city was once home to a massive forum, and some of the pillars and structures still stand. At the very center of the forum is a massive, elaborately constructed fountain, although it has now long since run dry of whatever used to fill it. One of the low, inner walls of the forum has a terminal embedded in its surface, although it looks curiously ancient, out of place with the rest of the city, and unlike the rest of the technology still left around, there doesn't seem to be any way to power it on or operate it. There are a few scattered pools of water and a few of the strange metallic plants in the city, too, but they're not quite as plentiful as in the crater.
The planet was obviously once home to a massive network of communication relays, but those have all been long since destroyed. However, with the bits and pieces left behind and a few determined minds, it wouldn't be too hard to build a working, if rudimentary, one...
The City
Like establish a good medical base. She coldly ignored the others and started scouting out a place in the city. Surely there had to be an abandoned medical facility somewhere in here. She stalked through the streets, glancing right and left for any sign at all.
Re: The City
Okay, so he didn't know who she was, or why she looked so...streamlined? (You don't have much kibble, Red Alert), but who was he to judge?
"Hey!"
Don't mind if he jogs over, his visor glowing a little bit brighter, with hope.
"So I'm not the only one wandering around here. And to think Bluestreak dumped me off on this planet..."
Still a possibility, but less of one.
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There's a pause before she responds. "Whoever this "Bluestreak" is, I don't believe they're the cause of our presence here. How long have you been here? Do you feel any different than you did before?" She didn't wait for him to answer the question, instead choosing to march up to him and raise her transfer interlink apparatus to do a quick scan of his body. Her frown became more pronounced as she looked at the results.
"Hmm."
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But when she begins her little checkup, he instinctively holds still. Usually they asked you before they started but...guess she was just eager to get a move on with it. "Uh. I feel the same? T-Cog's working..."
Give him a moment as he tests his arms and legs, flicking his forcefields a moment.
"Everything looks good. First Aid usually does a top notch job."
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Now that they've got that out of the way, she decides to finally do introductions.
"I am Medical Officer Red Alert. You are?" Her voice is as frosty as ever, despite her half-hearted attempt to appear not-so-frosty.
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Granted there's more healthier ways around it...but this one had the bonus of masking his insecurities for another day.
When she's had her fill of check-ups, he takes a step back, to give them both some space.
"Red Alert?"
The name comes out rather...surprisingly. "Red Alert isn't a medic--I mean, You aren't a medi--Are you sure you're Red Alert?"
Just checking, honestly. He means no offense.
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It's very clear that she doesn't appreciate the implication that she isn't who she says she is. She even considers doing another scan. On his brain this time.
"It's common courtesy to introduce yourself in turn."
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...
"It's also common courtesy to ask before invading privacy, you seem kind of selective on that."
It comes out as a grumble, as he straightens up. Even after that, being rude is something he likes to avoid if possible. "But it's Trailcutter. Or Trailbreaker. Whichever flows best with you."
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Although Megatron had lacked any extensive maintenance work or check-up pretty much since he'd been brought online (and certainly looked quite like he badly needed one), his first thoughts had drifted to the old Decepticon soldier he'd helped out of the crater. His own mining frame was beat to hell, but it was still functioning fine, for the most part. He didn't have a hole in his knee and armor torn to pieces from battle.
He finds himself running to her, footfalls heavy.
"Are you a doctor?" he asks with urgency.
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"Yes."
Her tone is frostier than an ice age, and her optics narrow suspiciously. "If you're injured Decepticon, then you'll have to look elsewhere."
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"It's not for me," he replies, swallowing some of the anger,"It's for someone who can barely recognize his surroundings because of the pain dampeners in his system. Is that too threatening for you?"
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"Watch your tone."
She says coldly.
"I will look at him. Lead the way." She tells herself that that's all she plans to do. As if she'd heal a Decepticon.
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But given she was the only one around with the skills needed (that he knew of), and she agreed to help, he steps back to give her more space, and waits for the sentiment to pass.
"He's by the edge of the city."
The biting edge is absent from his tone, and he shifts into his vehicle mode, expecting her to follow suite.
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"How was he injured. Do you know?"
Might as well get some useful information out of him while they were driving. It's either that or that cold and slightly hostile silence.
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"The wounds are from some sort of gun. From a battle, I assume."
He trudges on ahead, treads making easy work of the debris on the ground as he lead her farther away from the city and closer to the outskirts. She'd likely be able to easily outrun any danger in vehicle mode. Mining vehicles were meant for power, not speed.
He pauses to turn towards a particular decrepit wall of what used to be a building.
smoochies
Sentinel didn't have a good day and needed a break. That happens when you piss off an entire planet and continue to be a shithead worthy of your physical stature.
Ew gross who even invited you
She stands in front of him for a moment and examines the injuries critically. "You look like you got into a fight you shouldn't have." She says bluntly, raising her tool and transforming it into a scanner. "Hold still."
the british invite themselves
"That's one way of putting it. Fortunately, Decepticons tend to have a finite number of missiles on hand and I can't imagine any way it would be able to get more around here."
For now, Red Alert doesn't need to know it was Optimus who stomped on his hand. Or probably ever.
Well I can't argue with that
"You're very hardy."
A compliment. Probably the only one she's going to give. "I don't suppose you thought to bring your hand with you?" She didn't think so, but it never hurt to check.
ya damn right commonwealth
"What was left of it. For all the good it'll do." There's a few fingers and palm plates. He's not hopeful of getting the same one back.
Excuse you I'm anything but common
Red Alert eyes the remains of the hand and taps her chin. It's more than she could have hoped for. The hand is not completely beyond repair, but she'd prefer to craft a new one. That'll take time and resources she doesn't have yet.
"I can make you a new one, but it'll take time. That, and I need to find a suitable clinic to set up in. I'll heal your other wounds, but if you want your hand back, you'll help me find a hospital to work in."
If she knew who she was talking to, maybe she wouldn't have made the demand. Maybe. She still needs to set up shop, and she has no time for bullshit.
extraordinarywealth
"Of course. A Prime serves the people," stated in an equally flat tone. Because he doen't really believe it. However, there's not really much else to do and if they're going to be stuck here he may as well do something useful and save everyone by building a clinic. Yeah. All him. Fuck you, Orion.
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"Hold still while I wield the rest of your wounds shut."
It shouldn't take long, none of them looked so extensive that they'd require surgical care.
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Once again, he does exactly as she asks - not even flinching once. Needing repairs isn't anything out of the ordinary for him, nor is being blown up.
Maybe someone else would find the penetrating silence between them uncomfortable.
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She finishes up and pulls away. The wounds are welded shut in a way that makes them barely noticeable. Of course they were, she wasn't just some common medic after all.
"Done." She said quietly. "How do you feel?"
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