AUTOBOT BASE

Aug 25, 2007 01:53



Ratchet packed up his instruments for the day. He cleared the operating table and cleaned away the debris from the past seventeen hours, meticulously placing everything back in order so that after he roused from recharge, he could launch straight back into the fray. This was the repair job to end all repair jobs, and although he’d been slaving away ( Read more... )

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megrimlock_king September 2 2007, 05:42:20 UTC
With a thunderous crash, Grimlock entered the room, a new dent in the door from his tail marking his arrival. While his tyrannosaurus rex form was significantly powerful and fitting for a king, it certainly wasn't designed for maneuvering in small or enclosed spaces. There were always bound to be casualties, inanimate or not, whenever the Dinobot leader was around.
Right now?
He was finding the Autobots Ratchet and Ironhide to be the most interesting. It looked like Ironhide had been in a rather nasty fight, and Grimlock was annoyed that he hadn't been invited.
"What you doing?" he asked, sidling up to the examination table next to the two Autobots. Feeling curious about the sustained damage, he leaned over the black topkick transformer to get a better view. Consequently, this involved sticking his massive snout (teeth and all) uncomfortably close to the old mech's face as he studied the gouged-out space where an optic had been. "You Ironhide should have told me Grimlock of fight! Me Grimlock love kicking butt!" As it was, he was more than a bit irritated that he hadn't found a single fight since he'd arrived on this planet.

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notthetuthfairy September 2 2007, 06:25:17 UTC
It was incredibly difficult to keep still when Grimlock came crashing into the Medbay. If Prowl had been in the weapon specialist’s line of vision, he would have been on the receiving end of a glare for not bothering to mention the Dinobot having made planetfall. It was never a nice surprise when Grimlock showed up without warning.

It also wasn’t a very nice experience having a giant metal snout right up close to his face. Ironhide placed one of his hands on the tyrannosaurus rex’s nose, pushing him back to an arm’s distance. “Sorry, Grimlock, but Ratchet needs some space to work. I’ll tell you about the fight later if you want.”

A slight grin spread across Hide’s features. He lowered his voice before addressing Grimlock again, this time in an almost-whisper. “You know, Prowl’s thinking about going and smashing up a bunch of Deceptigoons. You should go talk to him and make sure he won’t leave you behind while he has all the fun.”

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ratchet_cmo September 2 2007, 20:44:57 UTC
Ironhide’s no-nonsense attitude made him one of Ratchet’s better patients. He did not waste much time with pointless complaints of discomfort or on futilely shying away from whatever instrument Ratchet was approaching him with. As his cannons were probed and prodded, the Topkick merely sat still, even to the point of being so helpful as to move the heavy weapons as and when directed. It was relieving, calming, for the medic to be able to do his job efficiently and effectively… for once.

The old warrior didn’t even kick up a fuss about the uplink; something that younger mechs often became unreasonably uncomfortable or irritatingly juvenile about. As soon as Ironhide patched him in, the medic got to work unpicking the virus’s tendrils from Ironhide’s matrices and rectifying corrupt code.

“Unfortunately it sounds as if neither of the twins will be doing much of anything for some time, aside from bringing their mayhem into my Medbay.” The CMO grumbled, as he checked his spare parts inventory for a suitable replacement optic. The burly black mech had exceptional image processing software and could make full use of the sharpest long-range optical hardware.

Ratchet identified one such component that was cross-compatible with Ironhide’s good optic and was making a pre-procedural plan of action when he heard Prowl’s voice behind him. Could a CMO in mid-operation get a moments peace!? “Elita-1 and the twins are almost here. Bumblebee is assisting them over the last 5 miles. Prime is aware of Wheeljack’s capture.” Ratchet said crisply over his shoulder as he made pre-op preparations. “I am pleased to hear that you have managed to keep yourself intact, Prowl. Perhaps during this briefing of yours, you could also instruct the rest of the Autobots on how you accomplish such a feat, when they all seem to fail so miserably?”

The news that Wheeljack’s rescue attempt was immanent was like lifting a heavy weight off Ratchet’s shoulders. Who knows what sort of horrors the engineer might be suffering under the claws of the Decepticons, especially now that those scum-sumps were without a clean cut chain of command. Wheeljack was an effigy of everything the enemy hated, and he was right in the middle of a brutal power struggle, or at least, that was the medic’s logic centre’s most probable output. Plus, although he was personally cranky and irritable, Cybertronians were a social species and the CMO was looking forwards to some constructive, competent company around the Medbay.

Ironhide was highly enthusiastic about the suggestion of taking the Decepticons on for another round, even so shortly after his previous bout with Starscream. “I’m not going to bother with cosmetic repairs, in that case. There is no point putting effort into filling scratches and popping dents out if you’re only going to get yourself smashed up again straight after.”

If present distractions weren’t enough to whittle away at his brittle temper, a loud crash caused the medic to turn in surprise. He could scarcely believe his optics when the immense shape of a mechanical tyrant reptile thundered into his Medbay. Grimlock entered, his lumbering form clipped the heavily laden tables which subsequently shed their loads of tools and parts onto the floor in a cascade of crashes as he approached the medic. He rudely pushed his heavily fanged snout right in Ratchet’s line of work, his roaring voice echoed through the hangar as he demanded to be informed of what was going on… even though it was blatantly obvious!

By some quirk of fortune, Ironhide firmly but respectfully pushed the knife-toothed snout aside before Ratchet had the chance to snap and do anything foolishly aggressive. Grimlock was not the type to back down from a fight, no matter where the challenge came from. With the titanic lizard now distracted, Ratchet got back to work.

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optimusprime07 September 3 2007, 11:30:49 UTC
Optimus Prime watched quietly as the Autobots bustled around him, preparing carefully in his mind all the plans and positions of his friends. Thanks to Ratchet's work, Ironhide was nearly battle-ready again; the twins would be out of commission for a while, and were definitely priority on the repairs list as soon as they made it back to base. Prime's own injuries weren't as bad as they looked, despite Ratchet's grumbling, he'd function well enough for now.

Prime couldn't suppress a certain feeling of hope as Prowl and Grimlock crowded into the medbay. More Autobots started to make it feel like home. He started calculating how long it would be until he could brief everyone on Wheeljack's rescue - and how long it would take to be ready. He tried to shrug off the seconds as they reminded him of Wheeljack's situation. Soon, he thought. I hope it's soon enough.

"Grimlock, Prowl, you're both uninjured, are you? Ratchet has work to do. There's a common room just up the hall," Prime said, moving to the door and gesturing for the two to follow him.

((OOC: I'm so sorry I disappeared! >___<;; I had a near-fatal attack of Assignments, but I'm back now. Sorry!))

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megrimlock_king September 3 2007, 14:55:39 UTC
If it wasn't for the respectful way the vetren warrior executed his "shove the giant dinosaur away" action, Grimlock would have been offended to the point of threatening with teeth - and when you had rows of long, razor sharp teeth that could rip apart tanks and Decepticons alike, it wasn't a threat to be taken lightly.
As it was, he still felt a bit insulted, as any King would, at being shunned. But he pulled back nonetheless, because Ironhide had spoken promises of a story in the future, and not just ANY story, a story that involved FIGHTING. His giant tail swished once, happily, ending the lives of an unfortunate row of glass containers.

Grimlock reared his head back and studied Ironhide's face; more specifically, the messy hole where an optic had been. It had to hurt like Hell, and the Dinosaur King approved of the calm way that the other mech was dealing with it.

With an angry symphony of whirring and clicking gears, Grimlock transformed into his equally intimidating robot.
"Me Grimlock not want to miss out on Decepticon smashing time!" he announced, mostly to Ironhide, before stomping towards Prowl.
Halfway there, he stopped, seeming to just notice that the Autobot leader was in the room as well.
"Prime!" he exclaimed, instantly seeing fit to invade the blue bot's personal space. He leered at him surprisingly well for having a faceplate covering half of his expression. "Me Grimlock not injured! Still more better leader than you! You want fight me now?" It was clearly a challenge of leadership, one that Optimus should have foreseen upon Grimlock's arrival.

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ratchet_cmo September 4 2007, 00:48:19 UTC
Ratchet was just getting started again after the dinobot’s rude interruption. He began delicately removing the tender broken connections and the raw debris from the yawning crater that was supposed to house Ironhide’s right optical component. The surrounding metal had been ravaged by Starscream’s gouging claws. Slash marks scoured across from his audio receptor housing to the bridge of his olfactory array and down from his butchered supra-optical ridge to his split lower lip. It was a spiteful, vicious injury, and had to have caused the mech a great deal of pain. Violent fingers had gone straight for a very delicate piece of his sensory equipment, he had to be putting up a tough front.

The medic was trying to concentrate, to make the procedure as pain free as possible, but a sudden cataclysmic crash came from Grimlock’s direction. Ratchet risked a glance even though he knew he didn’t really want to know what had happened. The great lumbering idiot had thrashed his thick cross-beam tail through the stockpile of possibly useful parts and pieces. Broken glass gleamed everywhere.

Ratchet just stared in horror.

After yet more pointlessly intimidating and thunderously useless input the dumb beast thankfully began to move away. The CMO could only pray on the Allspark’s ashes that Grimlock would relocate himself to absolutely anywhere else but here, as soon as possible.

As if that wasn’t enough, the twins arrived, and Ratchet knew whole brand new levels of despair. The pair of them were in a horrendous state, looking like they had been in a head-on smash-up. Crumpled bodywork and buckled chasses, sheared paintwork and torn wiring… the closer he looked the more damage he saw.

Anger bubbled up in him like boiling oil, but still being hooked up to Ironhide and with viral extraction only 63% complete, he was restricted from doing anything drastic. Something drastic would have consisted of stamping over to the twins and shouting and screaming at them until his vocalizer twanged in protest. They would only switch their audios off and ignore him, but that wasn’t the point. Hollering at them until his rage was spent would certainly make him feel a whole fragging load better.

“Thank you Elita…” The CMO ground out, his voice creaking with the sheer effort required to restrain his escalating temper, although it sounded perilously close to giving way. “What in all the slagging levels of the Pit happened to them this time?”

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optimusprime07 September 5 2007, 00:24:27 UTC
Prime sighed inwardly. "I'm damaged, Grimlock, I wouldn't insult you by fighting at less than my best. But we've both got a bigger fight coming up - come with me, I'll tell you what we're planning for the Decepticons." He tried subtly to usher the dinobot to the door, fearing a complete meltdown on Ratchet's part if there was any more destruction in his medbay.

The twins were... a mess. Prime was quietly impressed that Ratchet remembered he couldn't attack them while removing the virus from Ironhide, but he could see how much the medic wanted to. Best for all concerned if we leave him to do his work.

He headed for the door again, trying to get the uninjured Autobots out of the bay.

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evilyellowtwin September 5 2007, 02:53:10 UTC
Sunstreaker's complaining degenerated into grumbling at being manhandled by Bumblebee, of all mechs. Oh, how the mighty had fallen!

The worst part of it was the Sideswipe was still ignoring him, and everyone else for that matter. Being unceremoniously "dumped" into the medbay, otherwise known as Doc Ratchet's Torture House, certainly didn't improve his temper.

The noise level generated by Grimlock's booming voice and wagging tail made the yellow warrior wince where he lay. "Will you shut the slag up you bow-legged scrapheap? Fragitall my head hurts..."

All of Sunstreaker's complaining devolved into a bunch of low powered invective and mumbled swearing. He didn't know where Ratchet was at the moment or what state he was in, but if Prime was wanting to perform a tactical about-face, then the Viper knew that it didn't bode well for him or Sideswipe.

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jetjudolambo September 5 2007, 05:45:18 UTC
((OOC: O_O I LOVE YOU GUYS. I come back after three days and there is tons and tons for me to read and wibble over. ♥ ))

Sideswipe powered up his audios and optics when he sensed the presence of several other Autobots, just in time to catch the end bits of his Twin's whining.

Pitiful, really, to see Sunstreaker reduced to such a state.

Reaching over to the medberth beside him, Sideswipe wordlessly laid a calm, supporting hand on his brother's arm, and he knew the unspoken words would be understood. Stop thrashing around, you're going to fall off and dent your self. For now, this would be the closest his twin would receive to an apology for the inflicted wounds (and not to mention, need for a new paintjob).

Blue optics caught Ratchet's own, and Sideswipe nodded almost unnoticeably to the medic, before glancing quickly to Sunstreaker's form. Him first, the gesture implied, and he trusted Ratchet to correctly interpret the silent plea.

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Operation: Lamb 100 datsunofdoom September 5 2007, 05:02:45 UTC
Prowl was quite glad to see Prime, in his optics was a sign of relief. He nodded to the summon and made his way into the common room.

“Prowl hereby stepping down from emergency leadership of Earth-stationed Autobots as per Protocol 6395. I was about to have a briefing with all the healthy Autobots to form search parties and then a battle group to rescue Wheeljack. With your permission Prime, I would still like to lead this operation. From the passive scans I have done, I know that the Decepticons are not within a 5-mile radius. We have a handful of uninjured Autobots currently at the base; Myself, Elita 1, Bumblebee and Grimlock. Ironhide should be battle-ready by the time the briefing starts in 3600 astroseconds. We are still unaware of the Deceptions’ numbers, but we know Starscream should be in bad condition, as well as Barricade. When we locate Wheeljack, we should have a much better assessment of the Deceptions’ capabilities.”

Prowl knew Prime was a very capable leader, he always had been, but he was damaged now, and if anything went wrong, the loss or even incapacitation of Prime would be a critical blow to Autobot morale. At the very least he would lead the scouting operation, while Ratchet fixed up Prime. The scouting would take some time, since active scanning would alert the Decepticons of the operation and put Wheeljack as much higher risk. With Ironhide and Grimlock, and hopefully the element of surprise, the Autobots should be able to cause enough confusion and damage to allow the faster mechs to get in, grab Wheeljack and get out.

Prowl knew Prime was a very capable leader, he always had been, but he was damaged now, and if anything went wrong, the loss or even incapacitation of Prime would be a critical blow to Autobot morale. At the very least he would lead the scouting operation, while Ratchet fixed up Prime. The scouting would take some time, since active scanning would alert the Decpeticons of the operation and put Wheeljack as much higher risk. With Ironhide and Grimlock, and hopefully the element of surprise, the Autobots should be able to cause enough confusion and damage to allow the faster mechs to get in, grab Wheeljack and get out.

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>:[ megrimlock_king September 5 2007, 12:32:32 UTC
To think that the lizard king was disappointed would be a horrid understatement - but he commended Prime for wanting to give his all in their tussle. He'd get his fight, eventually, and that was promise enough for now.
Reluctantly, he backed off to give Prime more of his personal space back; very generous of him.

"Me love kicking butt with you, Prime," he declared as his way of agreeing that he would help in the assault any way that he could, as long as it involved grievous injuries to the Decepticon team. Which it probably would.

Just as he was just about to follow Prime, he heard a shout skim through the medbay.
"Will you shut the slag up you bow-legged scrapheap?"
Grimlock halted all motion instantly except to turn and stare at the source. Sunstreaker really was looking worse for the wear, but that didn't stop the Dinobot Leader from looming over the much smaller yellow 'bot and issuing a deep, rumbling growl.
"Me not listen to irritating junk-plagues. You Sunstreaker talk to me Grimlock when you learn to not show up in pieces too tiny for me to break up."
In other words, he wanted Sunstreaker to grow some balls (figuratively speaking, of course) and insult him when he wasn't already mangled so that Grimlock could find joy in chewing the 'bot out literally instead of with words. Of course, if he was pushed, he would have no real qualm about still taking a few bites. Glareglare.

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Cranky Medical Officer ratchet_cmo September 5 2007, 23:35:55 UTC
Ratchet sighed a forced hiss from his vents. Despite being a badly mangled wreck, that little yellow hellion, Sunstreaker, was still an argumentative fragger. The glitch-wit was punching well above his weight by trying Grimlock’s patience and although Ratchet might ordinarily have enjoyed watching the dinobot dish out some kingly reprimand, he couldn’t presently contend with any increase in his workload.

“Grimlock! Stop wasting your time with the worthless scrapheap, there are Decepticons out there more worthy of your attention!” The CMO snapped, furiously aggravated by just how badly smashed-up the twins were.

It was plainly apparent that an emergency re-prioritization was required. Ironhide’s replacement optic would have to wait so that he could turn his hands to getting started on one of the twins. As for the virus… he’d just have to drag the black warrior with him. Being attached to the Topkick by an irritatingly short umbilical cable was just another inconvenient obstacle he’d have to contend with… whilst trying to juggle extensive repairs, coping with the twins’ abrasive personalities, viral extraction and keeping a few sensors trained on Jazz’s vitals, all in a state of near-chronic fatigue. At least his job kept him occupied…

He caught Sideswipe’s plea and agreed. Those blue optics looked remorseful and weighed down with guilt, which made Ratchet even more suspicious of the piledriver-like damage on the yellow brother’s mid section. If they had been fighting with each other again, the aggravated medic was going to have a hard time resisting the urge to tear into them so hard that they wouldn’t be needing tailpipes or coolant vents for a long time.

That wasn’t to say that Ratchet would start working on Sunstreaker first just to appease Sideswipe’s guilt. The yellow warrior was in a far worse state than his guilty brother and needed immediate medical attention. Also… Sunny’s tirade of expletives and curses was beginning to grate on his audio circuitry… the sooner the vain, vocal viper could be ejected from his Medbay, the better.

“Ironhide… I’m going to need you to come and stand near Sunstreaker with me. Your optical replacement will just have to wait.” He grumbled.

“As for you!” The CMO jabbed a long, florescent-yellow finger towards Sideswipe. “I’m not even going to ask why you’re dressed up as Barricade!”

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Re: Cranky Medical Officer jetjudolambo September 5 2007, 23:49:20 UTC
Sideswipe merely shrugged at the Cranky Medical Officer. Worry and guilt not betrayed by the grin that slowly crept across his face had not managed to slip past the observant medic, but the not!saleen had expected nothing less.

"It's called cosplay, Ratch. Try it sometime, it might loosen your bolts a little."

((yet another short post. XD))

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Re: Cranky Medical Officer evilyellowtwin September 6 2007, 00:04:44 UTC
Sunstreaker had gone still and silent when he'd felt Sideswipe's hand touch his arm, something in him just quieting down. That however, was before Grimlock decided to stick his gigantic head into his line of sight. The dinobot was looming close enough that even his poorly focued optics could make out the "king's" face clearly.

"Maybe I won't show up in pieces you basecoat clashing snaptrap when I don't have enemies to fight! And don't you DARE fix me first Ratchet," the yellow warrior flicked his attention away from the looming dinosaur to the highly aggrivated medic.

He hissed loudly through his intakes as pain flared through his head, making his optics fritz visibly. One hand reached up unconciously, the movement lacking its usual precise grace, to clutch at the black helm. "Fix Sides first," the Viper repeated, more quietly this time.

Sunstreaker really didn't want all these mechs looming over him at the moment, and he growled out, "give me some space slaggers!"

The mech was taking out his impotent anger on everyone around him. It was the only way that he could deal with it at the moment. Both he and his brother were back in medbay again, because he'd been stupid enough to fall for an idiot 'Con's trick. A trick that had nearly resulted in Sides' death at his hands! Another frustrated growl escaped the warrior's vocalizer. "I've already got enough dents and scratches going on without Snaggletooth and the rest of you making it worse!"

The problem wasn't made any better by the fact that he was actually very upset about the damage done to his bodywork and paintjob.

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RAWR megrimlock_king September 6 2007, 01:30:06 UTC
Grimlock was beginning to think it horribly tedious how none of the Autobots appreciated his presence. They should be ecstatic at his gratuitous offering of his services to them. He was, after all, much more deserving of being leader of the Autobots than Optimus Prime, and the most powerful of them all. And also much more handsome.

He transformed back into his dinosaur alt with a snarl and addressed Ratchet's remark to him. "Yes. Little Sunstreaker not worth my time." The smaller Autobot hadn't even been in the same room as him for a whole cycle and he already had the mechanical tyrant's oil bubbling. Even if the other mech was damaged, Grimlock was only going to take so much slag before he snapped.

Snaggletooth?! Sunstreaker would GET snaggletooth.

"YOU, ANNOYANCE!" he bellowed, and, unfortunately for Suntreaker, literally did snap.

Massive, fanged jaws closed over Sunstreaker's arm - the one not being touched by 'swipes - and rived it off, shearing the other Autobot's arm from his body with the ease a fleshling might find in tearing a piece of paper. He appreciated the sound of screaming metal as the limb was messily severed (his jagged tyrannosaurus teeth guaranteed that), a few wires and cables left hanging from one side of his jaws, poking through dagger-teeth.
He stood glaring, dripping mech fluid from his mouth, before turning abruptly and stomping from the room, the base entirely; the arm was taken along for a temporary chew toy stress reliever. No words needed to be said, really. Grimlock always had been better with actions than words.
He was going to wait somewhere away from the others, away from the vexations, until they were ready to assault the Decepticons.

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Re: RAWR megrimlock_king September 6 2007, 02:01:20 UTC
[PS I've now run off to a thread in Magnus' journal~]

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