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Polyhex - Shockwave's Tower

Seated in the command throne of the control room of possibly the most infamous structure in all of Polyhex--perhaps all of Cybertron, just after Kolkular itself--Onslaught tapped one metal digit impatiently on the control panel at his left arm as he reviewed the data he had managed to assemble regarding the outcome of the Autobot's recent incursion. It had been a complete fiasco. There was no reason that their defenses should not have held, even against the overwhelming firepower brought against them by Prime and his obsolescent mob of amateur soldiers. The network of mutually-supporting fortifications and strong points, backed up by the garrison, ought to have thrown the invaders back. It had all been so meticulously planned.

Which meant, of course, that the blame lay squarely with the incompetence of his fellow Decepticons. If they had only adhered to established protocols--protocols that Onslaught himself had helped to delineate--then they would have had no difficulty whatsoever. Why, at that very moment, they could have been pressing their advantage into Nova Cronum. Perhaps even into Iacon itself!

Without even fully realizing he had done it, the militaristic mechanoid smashed his fist angrily against the armrest of the throne, causing the holographic data stream before his visor to skip slightly. It was so frustrating, to be surrounded by such undisciplined rabble. The ruins of Polyhex stood in silent rebuke of their utter failure.

And his.

The incoming signal from Rapture distracted him momentarily from his outraged brooding. Aggrieved though he may have been by their humiliating defeat, he still had a duty to perform, which he would execute with proper decorum and efficiency.

>>Attention, Rapture,>This is Onslaught, interim commander of all Decepticon forces remaining in Polyhex. Combat report: received. Be advised central repair bays fully operational, but overwhelmed by heavy casualties and a lack of engineering and maintenance personnel. Permission to reform flight group: denied. All units are ordered to return to the central control spire at best possible speed for combat readiness assessment and further instructions. Exercise extreme discretion. I don't want the Autobots to be able to accurately estimate our remaining strength.>My condolences on the loss of your squadron leader. Gallows was a capable officer and warrior. I shall add his name to the list of the terminated so that he might be properly enshrined amongst the other Decepticon heroes in the Great Square in Kaon.<<

The Killzone - Convoy Rally Point

"I'll just grab his legs, then?" Dead End suggested to the medic, Scramble as Rapture took off after the other flyers. He then looked despondently down at the wreck of a Transformer before him. "Any idea which end his legs are on? It all looks like the same to me."

Leaning down, the Stunticon seized a likely looking pair of limbs and began to heft the unmoving Decepticon in the general direction of Warthog. "Are we sure he's even salvageable, at this point?" he grunted sourly, once the cargo was secured. Onslaught had ordered them back to the Tower, and that overbearing profectionist snob was likely to blow a fuel line if they didn't make good time. Which might not be such a bad thing, actually. Militant types like him were very fond of last stands and hopeless charges into the teeth of the enemy guns, weren't they?

This situation just kept getting better and better. Why hadn't he just let the Autobots slag him when he'd had the chance? With a forlorn, mechanical sigh, Dead End began marching at what felt like an agonizingly slow rate toward central Polyhex.

---Killzone Convoy rally point---

"He can be fixed, you'd suprised how much damage someone can take before there offline for good." The Female Seeker/Medic shifted her hands slipping carefully under Graves arms as she lifted. "I've seen bots with almost no marks at all dead, and one missed half his body and having one arm left live. Funny like that." Shaking her head, careful to keep the feeding tube attached.

"I am gonna pump a bit more Energon into him incase he wakes up, then I am detaching it. Its a risk we gotta take I'd rather not be stuck out in the open when the Autobots decide to attack again." Glancing upward at Warthog. "That is if you can handle it...be careful if shake him hard his core processor will fall out." Moving with Deadend she opened her own com to make a report.

>This is Combat Medic Scramble to howevers in charge in PolyHex. I got a mess of wounded comeing in most are stable, some are critical though. Once We got them Home what are my Orders? Am I too assist in the repair bay?>

She killed her Comlink, moving very carefully with Grave, The feed line running from her shoulder tank to him was alive with energon, she emptied the right spare tank into him. Likely uneeded, but incase he woke up he would need the extra fuel. Once that Stream was done she disconnected the feeder letting it dangle from her own shoulder tank.


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PolyHex Outskirts.


Ruination muttered more to himself, kicking a downed and dead mech out of the way in his frustraitions. He caught sight of Heap coming up and Transformed into his Alternate Tank mode and start towards the older Decepticon without saying a word. He felt he had been cheated of his glory in this battle, but there was no point in getting his aft into a trash compactor about it.

Polyhex - Shockwave's Tower

Onslaught's vocalizer emitted an irritable grunt as Scramble's transmission reached him in the control room. "Whoever's in charge," indeed. What a deplorable lack of deference toward his authority and his standing as one of Cybertron's pre-eminent strategic thinkers. Unfortunately, he was not at leisure to correct that oversight; he had an entire city-state to return to some semblance of order, and a counterattack to plan.

Not that any such move had been authorized by the High Command. But they surely would, eventually. And when they did, Onslaught would be prepared.

In the meantime, there were more immediate matters requiring his oversight. >>Scramble, this is acting commander Onslaught at the central control spire. You are directed to escort the damaged Decepticons to the Tower's main repair facility, where you will organize a triage--let the drones and the CR Chambers handle the bulk of the workload. You will then report to the control room for reassignment.<<

Under normal circumstances, Onslaught preferred to employ specialists like medics in the areas at which they most excelled. However, the losses the Polyhex garrison had taken in the Autobot attack meant that he now needed every mech capable of pointing a weapon in the general direction of Nova Cronum available to return to the front at a moment's notice. Or for whatever other task he might see fit to assign them, once he had a better understanding of their present situation.

The Killzone

"Don't mind at all. But on your offer, I got to say I'm a fighter not a lover," Springer laughed. He bent down to sit on some piles of scrap. Random crunching and popping noises came from his knees as he sat. His face twitched a little. Finally at rest, he sighed. "Plus mechanophysiology wasn't exactly my favorite subject."

The triplechanger paused for a moment, watching Archangel work.

"They better be paying you over time for this," he said. He paused again as Silverbolt's com-link came through. "Nice to know they haven't written our obituaries yet."

Suddenly, he heard Sub-Zero and stopped.

"Heh, good to say that for now. But I'd bet my money that Lady Luck's still going to play this game for a lot longer," he said to the other Autobot. "Sub-Zero, nice to meet you. I'm Springer."

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The Killzone - En Route to Polyhex

"Guess we can't race this time," Thundercracker joked to Skywarp. "At least the path is all clear, I think. Do you see anything?"

The seeker paused as he saw Rapture come up beside him. He had always felt comfortable with her - the only other 'con he would genuinely trust more was Skywarp. Still, they'd been very different in a lot of respects. Unlike most other Decepticons, he hadn't been intimidated by her prowess or looks. Maybe that's why they had gotten along so well. And maybe that type of trust and comfort was what kept them as just friends.

He suddenly remembered earlier: something had been wrong. It all made sense when he heard Rapture's com-link.

"Wait, not Choker," muttered Thundercracker over the private com-link. He made sure not to show any shift in appearance, keeping his speed steady. "No. No, no, no. That's not right. Hu...how?" He paused again, this time turning to look Rapture in the eye. "I... I'm sorry."

Killzone

"We're not leaving Grave behind, salvageable or not," Warthog grumbled at Dead End. "Now let's get back in there before Onslaught realizes he's slag anyway if the Autobots attack again. When the waste hits the fan I want to be safely inside Polyhex where I can fire from cover."

He turned his attention to Scramble, gruffly barking back. "I'll not shake him if I can help it, but I'm not takign my sweet time on the way in either. I'm afraid Onslaught's fragile ego is going to have us charging right into the enemy's guns again all too soon. He's as bad as Starscream" His sensors scan the field for signs of approaching wounded or those carrying teh wounded. "Anybody who's joining this little convoy needs to kick it into high gear."

Killzone Skies

Rapture responded to Commander Onslaught's transmission before Thundercracker's. It was easier to focus on the job than deal with her emotions right now.



She switched to the private frequency with Thundercracker, pondering how to answer his question. By the Pit, this is hard, she thought. But then she knew exactly what to say. Her sorrow finally began to abate as she spoke.

she began, tearful pride evident in her tone. She let out a deep sigh, lost in the wind.

With that, the Seeker transformed and took off for the Control Spire. It did not take the swift femme long to reach the imposing structure. Checking her chronometer as she transformed for landing, Rapture saw she had beat her ETA by nearly a quarter of a breem. She entered the command center as ordered, snapping a sharp salute to her commander, Onslaught. She stood at attention, ignoring the pain in her damaged foot.

"Sir. Rapture reporting as ordered."

The Killzone - En Route to Polyhex

Thundercracker only nodded as he watched Rapture take off. He chose to save his reflecting for later.

"Rapture's going on ahead to report," he said as he turned to Skywarp. "You know, guarding a convoy from the front really is a man's job."

The seeker smiled.

"Look out, a scavenger right on your shoulder!" Thundercracker shouted at Skywarp. He aimed his arm cannon and fired slightly to the side of the other seeker's arm. "Haha. You still fall for that trick each time!"

Polyhex - Shockwave's Tower

Onslaught, always a mech to observe the little proprieties, rose from the command throne just long enough to return Rapture's salute. "At ease," he said crisply as he returned to his previous seated posture. "Your punctuality is to be commended."

The imposing Combaticon's optics grew distant for a moment, then he quickly entered a new series of commands into the control panel built into the throne's armrest. Immediately, the reports he had been compiling and analyzing since the moment the ceasefire was called disappeared, replaced by a massive holographic representation of Polyhex and the surrounding territories. Particularly prominent in the glowing display was the ravaged border area between the Decepticon territory and Nova Cronum. A dull red blip, wandering across the most significant breach in their defensive lines at slow, regular intervals, represented the reactivated Guardian.

"As you can see, we have suffered a considerable setback," Onslaught noted. His tone was distant, almost as though he were talking to himself. "Though we have been expressly ordered not to undertake any punitive action against the Autobots, we are duty-bound to restore some sort of credible defensive apparatus to Polyhex, or risk the utter ruin of this state when our enemies return." For there was no doubt whatsoever in his mind that they would return. He only offered quiet thanks to Primus that the fools had lacked the will to fully consolidate their recent gains.

"To that end," Onslaught went on, fixing his full attention upon Rapture for the first time, "I would hear your assessment of the present state of our combat assets. Your experiences on the front will help inform the strategy that I choose to inact." Abruptly, his head tilted, as though he had just noticed something. Clearly, her designer had possessed no small understanding of the art of psychological warfare. Perhaps the rumors of Gallows' penchant for fraternizing with the junior officers had not been the product of mere idle speculation?

The Killzone - Convoy Rallying Point

"If you insist," Dead End conceded with a shrug. He wasn't about to argue with the other Decepticon about the status of Grave, not when he wasn't the one carrying him. Even if he had been, it probably wasn't worth fighting about. Whether this cycle, or the next, or in a hundred vorns, the junkyard would claim them all, in the end. And it was too much to hope that when his time came, somebody would be around to haul his broken remains from the battlefield.

Transforming, the crimson Stunticon took up a position at the head of the convoy. Being the most agile land vehicle present, and equipped with a radar tracking system, it seemed the natural place for him. He could plot out the fastest route back to the Tower, where maybe they'd get to enjoy a few moments of rest and refueling before they were ordered off on some other disastrous misadventure.

"The mech talks sense," Dead End said as he pulled ahead of Warthog. "Besides, the word "killzone" makes me nervous. Let's get back to headquarters before we all wind up as scavenger fodder. Or worse."

---Medical Convoy---

Scramble chuckled a little at the prattle between the two Decepticons, she couldn't help it. Picking up her Medical kit she transformed into her alternate mode and took to the skies. Doing a brief circle around the convoy as she opened her comlink to Polyhex.

>Orders Acknowledged, I'll report to you after the wounded are secured Commander.>

After a moment she settled into a steady pace just infront of Warthog, her cybertronian jet frame slightly crooked to the left from the damaged armor she hadn't yet had the opportunity to get replaced or repaired.

Polyhex, Shockwave's Tower

Rapture listened intently to Commander Onslaught's words. She noticed the tilt of his head as he finished, but payed it no mind. She was used to the affect her looks had on males. It was irrelevant to the matter at hand. She considered the data displayed for a moment before responding.

"Sir. On the overall disposition of remaining forces, I can tell you very little that your data does not already. I do not need to tell you that the defenses should have held. The data here corroborates my own suspicions as to why they did not. Though my unit was not present at the front, I must shamefully admit that the blame rest primarily with the Air Forces."

She paused a moment. They both knew who was to blame. But Rapture was reluctant to speak ill of a superior officer. Even Starscream.

"If the Air Forces had supported the ground troops instead of charging the Maximus line, the outcome would almost undoubtedly have been in our favor."

"I can tell you that the away from the front things were even worse. Individual units on both sides were operating completely alone, without any overall coordination. To put it bluntly, it was chaos out there Sir."

Checking the data displays again, the blue femme continued.

"Obviously repair and refit is our first priority, Sir. Both of our forces and the infrastructure. Unfortunately the two are linked, as even with the number of drones still operating we will not have sufficient manpower to reach acceptable levels of improvement until more of the rank and file are on their feet. So I must state that our few remaining combat-ready troops must be carefully allocated."

"As my report noted, You still have several exceptional soldiers standing. In particular I would draw the Commander's attention to the efficiency demonstrated by Warthog, Heap, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Deadend and Scramble in organizing the salvage and rescue detail. More important than their individual actions, (which I believe were commendable, Sir) they worked extremely well together. Therefore, Sir my recommendations are as follow."

"As you know morale is dangerously low, and the need for efficiency of action is high priority. To that end I suggest that you form a small provisional unit to carry out vital tasks such as reestablishing proper reconnaissance. You cannot lead us without information, Sir. This frees up the rank and file to be assigned where ever needed. I believe that this additional manpower will reduce the delay until acceptable levels of combat readiness are reached by as much as 23%. At this point. We will have to see how this..." (a grimace crossed her face.) "ceasefire plays out while we rebuild."

"I would believe the group I commanded in the rescue detail would be ideally suited to this task. It's a mixed unit, not unlike your own Combaticons in composition. As you are particularly adept at coordinating air and ground troops I think they will serve you well."

"There is one other matter I wish to bring to your attention, Sir. Medic Scramble. Her performance in the Killzone impressed me, as my report states. Her level of respect for proper discipline and protocol did not. I was a squadron XO for a long time. I have experience dealing with discipline cases far worse than her. I can get her best work out of her, while keeping her out of your way. I am therefore officially requesting her transfer to my unit when you have restored order, Sir."

"Can I be of any further assistance, Commander?"

Polyhex - Shockwave's Tower

The base of his faceplate resting in one broad palm, Onslaught listened to Rapture's briefing attentively. Though not normally one to place any great stock in another Decepticon's recommendations, preferring instead to rely upon his own judgment, he would have been the worst sort of fool to disregard the femme's experiences, both of the conditions on the frontline and amongst the other troops. He would give her words due consideration in formulating his own plan to secure the borders of Polyhex once again.

As the Seeker concluded, the Combaticon sat straight in the massive throne, visor flashing. "I have taken note of your suggestions, Rapture. Your input is appreciated." Onslaught fell silent again, considering. His thoughtful stare returned to the detailed holo-map which he regarded closely for several moments before speaking again.

"On your advice, I have decided that the rescue convoy will form the basis of a strike team which will take the lead in carrying out special operations in this battlezone. You, Rapture, will be the field leader, and you will take your orders directly from me. I trust you're up to such an assignment?"

Onslaught did not wait for a reply, as such opportunities as the one he had just offered were not common in the cutthroat world of the Decepticon hierarchy. He assumed she would jump at the chance to prove her mettle. "Also, I see no reason not to assign Scramble to your command when circumstances allow--although this would only be a temporary measure. It is not within my purview to create permanent Seeker squadrons."

He leaned back in the deliberately overawing command chair. "I already have a trial mission in mind for your new team, Rapture. But that will wait until the convoy has arrived safely at the Tower. Until then, I would suggest that you repair and refuel, and report back when you are operating at peak efficiency. Dismissed."

Polyhex- Shockwave's Tower

Rapture saluted her commander before leaving the command center. She headed straight for medical. On the way she opened a comlink to the Killzone Rescue Team.



Even as overwhelmed as they were, it did not take long for Rapture to get repaired. Her foot was the only serious injury, as she had missed the bulk of the siege. Once she was done she headed the armory to replenish the chemicals her launchers needed to build her Swarm micro-missiles. After that she found quarters and settled in to recharge and wait for her team.

It was then, after all these long days, that she finally allowed herself to cry for Gallows.

OOC- Sorry I haven't poster guys, I have been very busy...

The Killzone

Skywarp jumped backwards at Thundercracker trick. "Ha ha, very funny," he said in a sarcastic tone. "Well let's go to Poly hex they are waiting for us.

---Moments later...---

Polyhex- Medical Bay
Skywarp and Thundrcracker had arrived at the medical bay at Polyhex and were currently waiting for a vacancy for a CR Chamber. The hall was full of fellow Decepticons waiting for repairs. One of the medics came out and spoke to Skywarp. "It's time for your repairs Skywarp." He looked back at Thundercracker and spoke, "Alright Thundy, I'll see you soon." Skywarp was not one to show his sentimental side, but it seemed like an appropriate time to demonstrate how much Thundercracker's companionship meant to him.

Shortly after entering the medics repared his circuitry instantly and placed him in a CR Chamber. It didn't take long to recover 100% for he hadn't experienced any other serious damage in the great battle. Yet, during the time he was in the chamber, his core conscience received the transmission from Rapture. Thinking that Thundercracker might still be in repairs, he opened a direct com-link to her:

>>

Polyhex - Medical Bay

Ooooh, what a slaggin' headache... The lights in the Medical Bay were too bright, singing Astrotrain's optics as he revived from the CR Chamber. Slowly they adjusted, letting halos and shadows turn into the form of a medical drone leaning obnoxiously over the Triplechanger. With one large hand, he gave the drone a solid shove as he sat up.

"Get outta my face," he told the non-sentient robot, rubbing his own head. "The one 'Con flyer to take on the Autobot air defenses and I'm the biggest and clumsiest. Real bright. Should've flown around doing nothing like Starscream and the rest," he grumbled outloud. "Well, nothing for it now."

He looked around the Bay for another Decepticon and noticed Skywarp. "Hey, Skywarp, did we win?"

Polyhex-Medical Bay

As Skywarp awaited Rapture's reply, he noticed a large bot speaking to him. It was Astrotrain; he and Skywarp had known each other since his creation as one of the first triplechangers in the Decepticon forces.

"Astrotrain! You big chunk of triplechanging slag, I haven't seen you since Fortress Maximus attacked. We lost to those sorry Autobots! If your repairs are done you should report to Onslaught or Rapture. I'm waiting for Rapture to give me the location of where we are going to group for the next mission. Plus, Thundercracker is waiting to finish his repairs, I'm going to wait for him before I leave, you should come, see if Rapture has something for you to do, she always seems to like to tell people what to do."

Polyhex - Medical Bay

"Slag. We lost."

Standing up and flexing his formidable arm actuators, Astrotain grabbed a cylinder of recovery-grade energon from a passing medical drone and drained it in a single gulp.

"Well, there's always next time." He looked around the Bay and noticed Thundercracker in one corner, drones working busily on him. Skywarp and Thundercracker go together like water and antifreeze, Astrotrain knew from vorns and vorns of living and fighting alongside the two elite Seekers. It was no surprise that Skywarp wanted to wait for his brother Seeker to finish repairs before leaving the bay. Truth be told, Skywarp often seemed a little bit lost without Thundercracker around.

"Who's Rapture? I never heard of him."

Polyhex-Medical Bay

He smiled at the fact that Astrotrain did not recognize the name of the femme. At least someone has had the pleasure of not knowing the great Rapture, he thought to himself.

"Rapture is the fearless field officer that everybody loves, especially the upper ranking commanders. Rapture was in charge of the recovery mission in the Killzone, and is now in charge of the next mission. Oh, did I also mention that Rapture is a she??"

Polyhex - Medical Bay

Astrotrain couldn't tell if Skywarp was exaggerating, being sarcastic, or truly believed what he had said. Skywarp's not the brightest electrode in the box, so maybe he really think this 'field officer' is as that good. Who knows.

"I don't care if Rapture's a he, a she, or a kremzeek as long as she can handle herself," Astrotrain said. Changing the subject as he waited for Thundercracker's repairs to be completed, he spoke again.

"Did you see any decent action out there before the pull-back? I got knocked out in some of the initial salvos. Maybe if your bossman Starscream had put together a real aerial assault instead of hiding at fifty thousand meters above ground level, we would've made it through."

Polyhex - Medical Bay

"Aww poor Skywarp," Thundercracker said as his optics flashed red. The drones quickly turned away as he pushed his arms into the air. Once standing up, he moved around to check if his servos functioned well. He nodded, smiling as he turned back to the two other Decepticons. "He's just sore because he has to follow someobody else's lead. Nice to see you again, Astrotrain."

Polyhex- Personnel Quarters

Rapture was glad to hear from Thundercracker first. It would give them time to talk while the others were repaired.

She felt better, as much from the tears as the recharge. Letting go had helped her get a handle on the grief. Her emotions once more firmly under her control, she contacted her old friend.



Heading into the destroyed Squadron's ready room, now hers, she took a seat and waited for her comrade.

Medical Convoy - Entering Polyhex

Given the ferocity of the recent Autobot onslaught, there really wasn't a particularly clear line of demarcation between the killzone and the city-state proper. Still, gradually the devastation grew less conspicuous, until Dead End was reasonably confident in announcing to the rest of the convoy, "Now entering Polyhex. Come for the scenic blast craters, stay for the historic slag-piles. Now with added rubble and saturation bombings every mega-cycle. Please enjoy your stay, however brief."

So he wasn't Cybertron's most enthusiastic tour guide. Big deal. Wasn't as though there was anything to get excited about. Polyhex may once have been a hub of research and technologies development, but now it looked to be in only slightly better shape than the Wastes. No wonder the scavengers had moved in so readily; the place must remind them of home. And how long would it be before living in such a slag-hole would cause them all to degrade into such degenerate mechanoids?

Dead End gave it a half an orn. Maybe less.

Polyhex

Warthog grunted his disgust at the situation as the convoy entered the repair bay. One one hand, he continued to batter himself for his late arrival to the battle; on the other, he was searchign for a way to fault Starscream and the Seekers for the Decepticons' failure. Ahead, he saw Astrotrain, 'warp, and Thundercracker, but he gave them barely a passing glance as medical drones began unloading his precious cargo from the carry nets. Returning to robot mode, Warthog looked down his barrel chest at Dead End, glancing sideways at Heap as well.

"Wasnt as bad as it could have been...I wonder what Onslaught's got in store for us now. As slagged as most of our kids are, he's gonna put the three of us and the Seekers back out there quick." He jerks a thumb at Astrotrain. "Even if he's like a Sharkticon in a glass factory, I'd be glad to have another flyer I can count on completely."

PolyHex

Once the wounded were tended to and unloaded, either safely being worked on by the drones that she would normally oversee in such a situation or in the CR Chamber. The medic herself allowed her own repeairs to begin. It would probably be the only down time she got for awhile. Optics dimming as the work started a CR chamber wouldn't be spared for her wounds, but the drones would do for now.

She listined idlely to the conversations going on within the repair bay as fried circuts was replaced with fresh ones she let her mind wander a bit. Slightly irritated at being told to have herself fixed and report for duty rather than see to the repairs of her comrades first. However one of the first things she learned as a new Decepticon after her reformatting was to not disobey unless you could slag your commander, as such she highly doubted she could take on Onslaught or Rapture in her present condition, not that she would anyway she resigned herself to being repaired.

Mind wandering back to the days when her and her now dead mate would simply converse for hours upon end in between research and work cycles.

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PolyHex

Ruination's injuries were minor at best, a quick hammer job to his armor was really all that was needed as the Large Decepticon lumbered around the city idlely for a few moments. Before accessing a communications terminal. It took him a moment to figure how what button did what but soon enough he made contact with a low ranking communications personel.

"I need to know who I talk to about were I can go to wreck something...Whos in charge now? Big one eye looked down for the count last I saw..." Impaitently the overeager heavy assualt unit waited. After getting his answer he started towards the tower, not the brightest Decepticon but at least he knew who to talk to now and began to make his way to were Onslaught was to hopefully be told were he could get a piece of any action to come.

Polyhex - Medical Bay

"Astrotrain, hold that thought actually," Thundercracker said after receiving Rapture's message. "I'll leave you two alone for a bit. I have to go check something on my own. Commander's orders, you know."

After giving a teasing glance to Skywarp, he walked out to the designated location. Upon arriving, he walked through the door, turning and making sure it was locked after it closed.

"Rap, how are you holding up?" he finally said after a long pause.

The Killzone

Archangel had to chuckle once more at both Springer's reply to his offer, and his observations on the current situation "Ah well, I tried, at least I can tell Ratchet that I've been trying to recruit new medics, that'll keep him off my back..." Archangel paused as a small smile flashed across his face "...Well, for a little while at least" With all leaks fixed, and most major damage fixed as best as he could, Archangel knew any further work to fix Skywatch would have to wait until he got the Aerospace Control 'Bot back to Nova Cronum and Autobase Nu's Medbay.

Looking up briefly, a voice grabbed his attention, Archangel took a quick glance as Sub-Zero introduced himself and added another job to the young Medic's itinerary. Getting back to his feet, Archangel moved over to the side of the injured 'Bot while Springer introduced himself to Sub-Zero, and began to once more quickly diagnose the injuries the 'Bot had, noting that once more, the injury that was top of the list was a nasty chest wound "The name's Archangel.." The Medic introduced himself to Sub-Zero, his hands already deep inside the injured' Bots chest "..You don't look in too bad condition, you got any injuries that need attention?"