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| Jumpercablebabe | 8 Apr 2016, 07:15 PM Post #1 |
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Since returning to the ship, First Aid had gotten a lot accomplished. Which wasn't saying much given that there were only two medics aboard the entire vessel. Clearly outnumbered, it gave them a run for their money. Not that payment was really an issue, but still. Lottie and First Aid were often kept on their toes and busy at work. Sometimes it was days before First Aid would even leave the medbay. They had so many recharge slabs, it was honestly more convent for him to sleep in there inbetween shifts. Which also meant he really didn't remember where his room had been. Habsuite was practically bare outside a berth, a desk, his mounted collection of Autobot brands, and multiple datapads of just textbooks or wreckers issues. Not that he really had time for these anymore, when there had been more medics on board there was plenty of time to catch up. But now was one of the few times First Aid had left the medbay in over a week, and he had a plan. Looking for Ravage would prove difficult, the bot was very talented at stealth and to say the least, it was giving Aid a run for his money. Up and down the halls he weaved, not that he was able to move particularly fast. Sure, he was an emergency vehicle and if he needed to he could book it, but given he still couldn't recharge well after being pulled so soon from his gestalt, it left him feeling a little sluggish. Catching someone who was not only stealthy but swift was proving to be almost impossible. And then he saw it. Ravage was up ahead of him in the hall, giving Aid a good idea for how to catch up. He tried to mimic the smaller's pattern, only to nearly topple into some other mechs in the hall as he gave chase. Apologizing frantically, Aid used what little energy he has to book it, and it finally paid off. "Ah, ah, Ravage! Ravage, might I get a word with you? Perhaps not in the halls, but I do have something I would like to discuss." Surly Ravage knew a thing or two about what's up and about on he ship. Even if nobody else thought to talk with the bot, Aid was positive he'd have something to talk about that others wouldn't. Besides, even if he had decided to he secretive, not that he really has any obligation to humor First Aid to begin with, the medic was almost positive Ravage would want to hear about his trip to Cybertron. |
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| Deleted User | 18 Apr 2016, 02:28 PM Post #2 |
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It hadn't taken long to realize he was being tailed, though Ravage had no idea why a medic was trying to follow him. If he had really cared to, it wouldn't have been too difficult to shake him loose - duck behind a larger mech, break line of sight, slip into another corridor or one of the vents. He wouldn't even need his attention deflectors. But he was admittedly also a little curious, and so didn't try to flee when First Aid actually put some effort into catching up to him. Just knowing he could have, if he really wanted to, was enough. At the very least, First Aid's scent held not a trace of anger or hostility. There was tiredness, and the bitter pang of sorrow and loss, but those were common enough on this ship. This didn't smell like a trick - but it could always be a waste of time instead. The Lost Light was rather good at wallowing in those, and they were harder to sniff out. Turning, he looked him over flatly. Hadn't he been off the ship until recently? That would be good information to get. And it wasn't as if Ravage was being swarmed with conversation or company to begin with - he could spare some of his time. In truth, it was something of a surprise to be sought out so blatantly. Everyone knew he stuck close to Megatron - he didn't care much for the crew, and they didn't care much for him. Being the sole upfront Decepticon hardly helped matters there. He didn't mind. Oh, he missed the company of the other cassettes and Soundwave, but he'd been on far-flung missions before, and thinking of Soundwave led to too many complicated thoughts, ones he didn't have the energy or courage to unravel. "Something to discuss?" he repeated, not quite skeptical. He drew the moment out as if he was still considering, tail twitching back and forth idly. "...Fine. But I'm not talking out here, or going anywhere until you tell me what this is about." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 19 Apr 2016, 07:42 AM Post #3 |
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"Right, right. You're right. Ah, I was wondering if, well, maybe you had wanted to talk? I mean, I've been gone from the ship awhile and not only would you have the most interesting and probably least biased point of view on the ship (second to whirl possibly), but more importantly I thought you may have interest with what I saw and who I saw back down on Cybertron and Caminus." It was a bit of a leap, one Aid might not be able to jump, to get Ravage of all bots to open up. But if any autobot on board was to be the one to not go so harshly by brands, it was going to be Aid. While the others were more open to change, Aid had no reason to fight. At least ravage. The bot he had all the reason in the world to fight he had already shot in the face. His tank did a bit of an unpleasant lurch at the thought. "I met up with Starscream. Maybe it's ignorant of me to believe you might care or to assume you don't already keep in contact, but between Optimus's crazy plans and all I personally went through, I don't mind sharing the experience but I'm also really curious as to what's been happening here." Hopefully where ever ravage decided to take the conversation wouldn't be far away. That little job really put a pinch on his wounds. He'd turn off his pain receptors for awhile once they decided what they were doing. |
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| Deleted User | 19 Apr 2016, 01:12 PM Post #4 |
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"Least biased. I don't think anyone's said that to me since I've gotten here." He tilted his head, unable to help himself. "You've been on Cybertron and that colony world? You're actually right - I am interested." Which was only a little annoying to admit. But news took greater priority over slightly battered pride for being so easily read. "As it so happens, I've been... mostly out of contact with Cybertron. I'd like to hear you out - and in return, I'll tell you all the news from here. Though with the way everyone talks, I'm sure you've heard most of it already." Gossiping at Swerve's - and to Swerve - seemed to be the way most of them occupied their time. Ravage glanced around, but the hall was empty - good enough for now, but there was no telling when someone would waltz through. Besides, sounds carried quite well, as he knew from experience. Best to go somewhere closed off for a proper conversation. He didn't intend to discuss anything truly secret, but just the idea of being listened in on made him bristle. It took a spy to truly understand the need for privacy. "No one's going to drop by your habsuite, right? Let's go there." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 20 Apr 2016, 09:42 PM Post #5 |
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"I hadn't exactly planned a trip to a cybertron, it just sort of happened. Trust me, it wasn't just putting my feet up and getting a fancy glass of energex. But, yeah, my statement still stands. Of everyone on ship, with what I've been hearing about being turned inside out, it's my imagination you have the most interesting opinion." And then... Ravage asked to move to his habsuite. Of course. First Aid should have expected it. It's not like he didn't have one, even tho he had been picked up along the way. He just never went to his habsuite, even less so with Ambulon gone. "Well, I don't... Actually remember where my habsuite is. I know what pin code id set to get in but number on the door I have little idea." It was embarrassing to admit but it just proved to just how much First Aid slept inside the medbay as opposed to going home at night. Not a healthy habit by far, but at least he wasn't sleeping on the floors or anything. "Still wanna seek out my habsuite? It's pretty barren in there as well." |
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| Deleted User | 22 Apr 2016, 12:16 PM Post #6 |
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"I think the ones who actually went through it would be the most interesting," he pointed out, tone not quite critical. But it was true that everyone else he had a chance of talking to were all Autobots - after talking to enough of them, surely they'd all have the same general things to say. Those who'd endured the attack would be traumatized, the rest fortunate and horrified and relieved. He didn't particularly care about the details, though he'd sniffed them out nonetheless. No, it was the consequences that he came back to, again and again - and if he didn't tell Aid about it, surely someone else would. Better it be him. "You don't remember," Ravage repeated. "Oh, of course you don't." No point in trying to catch his scent in the halls, either - he'd been gone for too long, and he'd just end up tracking him back to the medibay. All the medics orbited that place - if he did so more than Velocity, what did that matter? "You're in 98." Not exactly ill-gotten information - Megatron had let him take a look at the ship's layout once he'd revealed himself, but he'd been mapping it out long before that. "Barren is fine, as long as it's quiet." Especially if it'd gone unused for so long that no one was likely to barge in on them while looking for First Aid. Without waiting for any actual agreement, he turned and headed for it - once again leaving him to play catch up. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 22 Apr 2016, 07:27 PM Post #7 |
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Aid really hadn’t thought much of Ravage knowing which suite was his, even though Aid hadn’t even known where he was supposed to be bedding. For him, there was no point to even go back to an empty habsuite. Thankfully someone on board knew, this way he wouldn’t have to awkwardly approach Ultra Magnus and ask where he was supposed to be living, it would cause for a lot of questions. Questions as to where he had been sleeping that he did not want to answer. “98? Okay, that’s good that you knew. I’m sure it would be better than just going back to the bay, not that there’s anyone there but…” It was that unspoken realization that guests were not wanted. First Aid could use a little break from the medbay anyways. Now it was time to watch the door numbers as they took their trip down the hallway, and hopefully Aid would remember his pin into his suite... “If I wanted to talk with someone who had experienced it, I’d go back and talk with Lottie. I mean, I dunno, I’m sure you can agree that most of the bots on board have the same opinion on these sorts of things. But how have you been, Ravage? We can leave the heavy talk for behind closed doors. I’m quite interested in making sure that you are functioning as good as always, yes?” |
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| Deleted User | 24 Apr 2016, 09:10 AM Post #8 |
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"I can agree with that - but I wouldn't think an Autobot would be the one to say it," Ravage admitted. "It was horrible and they all want some engex and to move on from it. This ship is practically a chorus sometimes." With a disdainful lash of his tail, he dismissed that topic and turned, casting around - and there was their destination. And just in time, too, since Aid had latched on to any medic's first priority: nagging everyone nearby about their wellbeing. "I look fine, don't I? I've kept out of all the recent excitement." Well, not entirely true. He reconsidered and added, "Cyclonus kicked me in the head, but I'm perfectly well now." And out of this entire crew, Cyclonus was... well, not a Decepticon. But he wasn't an Autobot either, so it wasn't all that bad, and that situation had been... unfortunate all around. There wasn't even a trace of Aid's scent here. If he hadn't known it beforehand, he would have thought it an empty hab suite, up for the taking. "You better be right about remembering your code - I'm not going to do that for you." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 24 Apr 2016, 07:57 PM Post #9 |
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“I’ll get the code, I mean, I’ve only been in here three times total, but it shouldn’t be too hard to figure out, right?” Unfortunately even as active CMO he didn’t have clearance to override his own habsuite lock. Or did he? I mean, it would make sense that if someone was locked in their hab and the medics needed to get in that they’d have access. Huh. He’d have to test that if he couldn’t get the pin right? Thankfully it didn’t need to come to that, as First Aid got the passcode right on the second try, waving Ravage in first to his baren home. It really wasn’t much of a lie. Other than the recharge slab against the wall was his framed autobot brand collection mounted to the wall and a box of datapads, the second half of his wreckers issues collection. The other half was in his desk at the medbay, things got slow. Never as slow as Delphi, but still. “Sorry I don’t have much to liven up the place, but do make yourself comfortable. Man, I really should personalize my space a little more… Not that I really need to go in here.” Three times. Once when he was assigned the room, once when Ratchet had banned him from the medbay for being sick (poor Ambulon had been asked to escort him to bed, ensuring that Aid would make it to his bed and not just wander the halls), and the night after Ambulon’s death. It was the perfect place for today’s talk, but nothing past that. “Wait, Wait, Cyclonus kicked you in the head!?” |
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| Deleted User | 29 Apr 2016, 09:40 AM Post #10 |
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"Only three times? I can smell that much." Not that Ravage was really in any place to criticize or judge someone else's quarters - First Aid's might have looked a little sparse, but it wasn't as if he had any keepsakes himself. There was a reason he was usually willing to tuck himself into Megatron's habsuite - though giving him some extra security was just as important. As recent events had proven. It did seem pointless to ask that he make himself comfortable, so Ravage opted to sit down, tail curled around his paws and only the tip moving restlessly. It was difficult to stifle that curiosity, though he could at least keep it in check for now. But the sooner First Aid told him about Cybertron the better - he'd felt more than a little stranded here, unable to reliably contact Soundwave or even just any moderately informed Decepticon. "Only once. And I suppose he had good enough reason for it, just as I had for attacking Tailgate. It was quite a mess, but it's over and done with now. I suppose you'll want to hear about that, first of all." He lowered his head, optics flaring. There wasn't much use in blaming a pawn in a plan, or even the pawn's protector - it was Getaway he wanted to lash out at, and even he couldn't sneak into the brig without someone catching on. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 30 Apr 2016, 07:30 AM Post #11 |
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"It's just a hassle to come back to my habsuite. I'd rather just stay at the medbay. It's just safer for me to be there." If there were any patients that needed help, Aid at least wouldn't be too too far away. Worst case scenario he was off taking a nap, nothing he couldn't be woken from. Especially with the drone coming to the medbay soon. The little guy could always nudge him up if someone entered. First Aid admired how Ravage sat on the berth, finding it extremely cute. He wouldn't dare touch the decepticon, despite how touchy of a mech he already was, but the thought was still in his head. Ravage didn't need physical comfort, or least that's what Aid told himself. Still, there was something visually pleasing to how the others tail made a perfect curve around their body. With Ravage's hits, Aid was quickly able to piece some sort of story together, give previous info he had reviewed before from Tailgate and Lottie. Though Tailgate never mentioned being attacked by Ravage. "As much as I want to check that you're alright, I'm sure you're fine. I'll resist. Though I'm sorry for whatever happened, not that I can help that either. But, uh, Cybertron." Maybe it was best not to bring up whatever ordeal recently happened between Tailgate and Cyclonus. "Starscream is President, I actually got to meet with him. Not under the, well, best conditions but. I'm starting at the middle, let me first as if you knew Mirage and his sickness? I can't go deeply into the specs of his condition for his privacy rights, but we deemed it his best interest to escort him down to Cybertron." |
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| Deleted User | 1 May 2016, 08:46 PM Post #12 |
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"You medics are a dedicated lot," he replied, tone idle and not exactly meaning to pry more out of him. Maybe it was just singleminded devotion to repairing everyone as soon as they showed up, or perhaps he worried, or there was something else that kept him at the medbay. It wasn't Ravage's problem - not unless it suddenly felt important, anyways. Secrets and plans were one thing to sniff out and unearth, petty gossip completely another. If he bothered sorting through all the gossip and personal stories of this crew, he'd certainly dull his audio receptors, as well as his wits. But Aid really had been picking up information as well - he didn't press on the tangled mess that was Tailgate's attack on Megatron, and left it at that. Ravage was privately more than a little grateful. His anger he could hold in check without too much effort. But it prodded too close to... well, everything with Megatron, which already was a sore point. Perhaps sore was an understatement. The choice of where his loyalties lay sometimes felt sharp enough to cut him in half. If that train of thought led to a vehemently abrupt lash of his tail, well, Aid could read into that what he liked. It did prompt him to pay a little more attention, though. "I think the whole universe knows about Starscream by now. Distant backwater planets without space-travel probably know, if only because his boasting reaches that far." Alright, that was petty. But pettiness helped sometimes. "But Mirage..." This was Soundwave's intel, not his own, and thus bittersweet, but he pursued it anyways. "He had visions, didn't he? Or dreams or... whatever Thunderclash keeps talking about." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 2 May 2016, 04:45 AM Post #13 |
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Oh. Good. Ravage did know a little bit. This would help explain things. "Y-yeah, Mirage was very ill. He had been reporting a serious of dreams- 'visions'- of Cybertron on fire. Cybertron being destroyed and damaged. I mean, after the war we've all been facing for millions of years it's not an uncommon thought. It surly hadn't phased me at first, but the detail of what he spoke and just how sick he'd gotten, we had no choice to bring him back home." Hot Spot, Groove, Blades, and Streetwise. All four had been chosen to follow First Aid. All emergency vehicles, all with past experience with security or defense. Though, of the group, First Aid was the pacifist. He could recall having to take a weapon, protection, shifting it uneasy in his palms. There was no real need to be armed on the Lost Light, not in the medbay, or at least not past the small gun at his hip. This was different. "Hot Spot, Groove, Blades and Streetwise were all parts of our crew that had joined me in escorting Mirage down to Cybertron. The whole trip down was long and rocky, Mirage's health was a large concern. Another large concern, of course, was finding Prowl at the head of Devastator. Wouldn't have guessed that one in a million years." It had been quite the welcoming party, not. It all moved so fast, almost as soon as they had landed they were being swept up into the sea of chaos. Meeting wit Starscream, meeting with Optimus, meeting with Ironhide. The details got a little fuzzy at points, in all honesty. Aid decided to look at his hands, trying to keep calm. Even thinking about his gestalt bond could cause pain, being that it was constantly calling out for another member of his crew but no response. Too far away, Aid mused. Never did he expect to become part of a combiner, what a painful experience. |
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| Deleted User | 3 May 2016, 05:23 AM Post #14 |
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Dreams were something Ravage tried not to put too much stock in. He believed in what he could see - and smell, of course - and the rest seemed... well, either silly or absurd or mystical. That wasn't anywhere near his territory. If Rodimus could somehow etch the Matrix map into a desk without noticing, well that was... convenient, and not very likely to happen again. Or if it did, it probably wouldn't do so near Ravage, at the very least. So while he instinctively wanted to scoff, he kept his doubt from showing in his expression, if only to speed the story along. Well. He did allow for some interruptions. "Right, you weren't around when he first formed Devastator. A surprising fit, isn't it? But I'm going to guess it wasn't him that Mirage was... dreaming about." Or at least, even Devastator alone couldn't destroy the planet. He wanted to ask about Soundwave, but what were the chances Aid had any useful information on him? And besides, being overeager, openly curious - those were vulnerabilities. No point in exposing just who he was worried about yet. But the medic's scent, not particularly gentle to begin with, sour with worry and discomfort, sharpened even more, and he tilted his head. "It hurt you," he observed, not particularly sympathetic or scornful - merely matter of fact. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 6 May 2016, 08:56 PM Post #15 |
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"I-- yeah it... It hurt a lot. Well, I mean. Maybe not at the time. At the time it was just so fast paced you know? We launch down and like almost immediately we got mirage where he needed to be. Before I knew it Starscream was asking how many of us there were, 'five, you're correct', and next thing I know he's getting us ready to become a combiner." Now was just as good as any time to fidget with his servos, letting the tips tap gently. "I mean, I don't regret it, but looking back I... It was so overwhelming I had no chance to even feel scared. Like, I, we pulled Superion through the bridge and just..." He wasn't making much sense. He has to pull himself together for Ravage. Resetting his vocalizer, Aid prepped himself up before continuing about the topic. "I mean, I hadn't planned on punching Devastator, not in a million years. But, uh, Starscream is quite the fellow. I'm not so sure I wish to meet with him again after this last time. I'm not quite sure how Cybertron deals with his antics and impulsive tendencies without crumbling. I guess he's doing something right, huh?" |
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