The Energon Pub

Autobase Prime- Main Medical Bay

She looked at Perceptor a bit blankly at those instructions. It took her a moment to absorb and process the medical jargon which was almost over her head. "Right, Perceptor."
Road Rage set about getting the fluids for Panzer while the transfer took place to have it ready.
"Looks like you'll be in fighting condition soon." The mostly red autobot named Road Rage says to Panzer idly through her face plate, watching over him, and the transfusion pump as it neared completion.

Still, she wished she had the professionalism of the medics. Geez, port two? she thought to herself. She wasn't the sort to poke and prod about a fellow mech.

She's not too thrilled about more allies coming in battered and near destroyed. She'd rather them come back under their own power at the least. But at least they're getting patched up with dedicated medics. She's glad for that. Hopefully each and every one will be walking out in better condition than when they came in.

Autobase Prime: Command Center

"Hey! Watch it you turbocharged wastebucket!" An annoyed Cliffjumper addressed Landfill as he made an effort to avoid whatever waste Landfill was sowing around this time. "You are rivalling that Terrorcon in vileness!"

Autobase Prime - Repair Bay

With the most critical of Baretta's fuel leakage temporarily addressed, Cog began rummaging beneath the examination table on which the femme rested, searching for the tools and other supplies he would require to conduct such extensive repairs. Preoccupied as the small extension of the greater consciousness of Fortress Maximus was, he was only absently aware of his patient's desperate, almost pleading question.

"Hmmn?" he inquired as he rose, a small metal cylinder in hand. "Remy? I'm not sure I--oh! You mean Remington. Yes. Well, she's certainly seen better orns, but she, too, survived the attack on the Heights. She is receiving treatment now, just as you are. Please, put your mind at ease; the stress could exacerbate the damage to your processors."

Cog held up the cylinder, pressing a button on its side to reveal a small injection port. "This is a solution of high-grade energon and nano-probes," he explained patiently. "I am going to inject them into your primary fuel pump. The probes will deactivate your pain receptors for a few cycles, which should make these repairs easier for you to endure."

As he proceeded to remove the femme's ragged chest armor and inject the solution, he added, "I am sorry that I cannot simply place you in the CR Chamber straightaway, but I've got to do a little preliminary work on your damaged fuel lines first. The best restorative technology on Cybertron won't do you very much good if you exhaust your energon supply before reapairs can begin in earnest."

Autobase Prime - Medical Bay

Mirage's faceplate revealed nothing as he listened to Stormfire - or the thing that dwelt within Stormfire's personality program - tease him with a bit of information before going into stasis lock. Among the Autobots, perhaps only Smokescreen had a better poker face than Mirage. Nevertheless, it was too much to expect that the Autobots Stormfire was close to, such as Jedishen, were completely ignorant of something being not quite right with the Autobot warrior.

"Well," Mirage said, deciding not to offer up any sort of explanation or pretense for what Stormfire had said. "He may be onto something. I believe there's a CR chamber with my name on it."

His mind awash with thoughts not only of Stormfire's situation but the unusual new technology that Roadblock had unleashed on the Autobots in the Heights, Mirage went off to settle into an open CR to repair the injuries he had sustained in the previous battle.

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Autobase Prime - Command Center

"Audacity, Maximus," Optimus Prime said, "is one resource we happen to have in abundance at the moment. Unfortunately, it's not usually as handy as high-grade energon and live ammo for driving back the Decepticons."

The Autobot supreme commander looked over the large map one more time, then nodded. Options were not terribly plentiful at the moment. A bit of guerilla warfare may be just the thing to swing the momentum back into our favor. The Decepticons have had success with similar tactics already, driving Omega Supreme back to Nova Cronum with a series of ambushes combined with coordinated air strikes... The datafeeds from the other Autobases had not escaped Prime's notice. If we can divert some of their attention to Uraya, it might open up weak points along their main lines.

"Good enough, Grimlock. You can take a small team to reestablish Autobot operations in Uraya," he told the Dinobot commander. "Before you leave, however, I want you to upload all available information regarding your unit's previous location into the computers here for review. I don't doubt the Insecticons have already told Megatron whatever they know about that planet, and if there's anything worth knowing, we need it as well."

Prime's optics focused for a moment on the Tagan Heights section of the holo-map. He glanced at Blaster.

"Any word from Ultra Magnus?"

Autobase Prime ~ Command Center

"Oh come on Rollbar, don't be so disapointed..." Trailbreaker began, overhearing the Throttlebot's quiet comment as he walked up beside him "..Look on the bright side, you can now claim, without one word of a lie, that you have been in charge of the whole of Autobase Prime, how many 'Bots can say that?"

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Autobase Prime ~ Medbay

Casting his own optics over the damaged twins, Ratchet nodded in response to First Aid's reply, before Perceptor, his patient sufficiently recovered, arrived to offer his services to the repairs on Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. "Ok then, looks like you 2 have got things covered here, shout if you need anything, I ain't going nowhere for a while" Ratchet said to First Aid and Perceptor, before heading over towards where Stormfire was laying prone in stasis lock.

The Autobot flier had indeed, as Inferno had so eloquently put it, taken a beating. As he began a full scan of Stormfire, Ratchet's attention was drawn to the Medbay entrance, where there seemed to be some kind of commotion going on. Looking over, through the various bodies, standing and laying, the CMO could just about make out a large 'Bot, looking quite the worse for wear, with 2 other 'Bots slung over his shoulders, looking even more worse for wear.

As he was approached by the larger 'Bot, Ratchet finally realised just who it was "Magnus!! Primus, what the frak happened to you?" The City Commander said nothing as he placed his two charges onto two empty tables "That's not important right now, these 2 need attention Ratchet, I expect you to do what you do best without question" Magnus spoke, almost ordering the Autobot CMO "Yeah yeah, but what about you? I mean, I don't know if you've taken a look at yourself, but you're not exactly looking at your best right now?" Ratchet replied, already signalling for the Medbay Tech he shouted at earlier to come over and began a scan of the 2 Autobots.

"Most of the damage I recieved is superficial, I will need to get some repairs in time, but right now there are many more casualties present that are in need of your skills than myself. I need to check in with Optimus, I'm assuming he's up in the Command Center?" Ultra Magnus replied, the look on his face strongly suggesting that his repair schedule wasn't up for discussion "Fine, and yes, Prime is up in the Command Center, with Maximus, Elita, Grimlock and just about everyone else you could want to report to.." Ratchet replied, not happy with letting the City Commander go "..But you better get back down here when you're done, I don't want to have to come find you and drag your big aft back down here"

Smiling, Ultra Magnus held up a hand to acknowledge the caring threat issued to him "Understood old friend, you have my word I'll be back down here when my matters are resolved" Turning around, the Armor-less City Commander began striding out of the Medbay towards the Command Center "Slagging High Command.." Ratchet mumbled to himself, a small smile at the corner of his mouth, as he turned back towards Stormfire and continued with his scan.


As all parties involved departed, leaving him standing there alone, Jedishen couldn't help wondering why he got involved "Small wonder I keep to myself most of the time" The Scout mumbled to himself as he moved over towards the area that seemed to be for the walking wounded and those with minor injuries. He'd been saved from major damage by the selfless actions of Ultra Magnus, and his job now to fix up the few scars and dents he did have, was well within his capabilities.

Standing near to Blurr and Strafe, Jedishen took a brief look down to see just what he needed to, before removing his weapons from their mountings and placing them out of the way. Feeling something twinge on his back as he pulled one of his rifles off, the Scout looked to Strafe and Blurr directly before turning round and pointing "Sorry to bother you, but could one of you yank that piece of shrapnel or whatever it is out my back, it's interfering with my weapon mountings"

Autobase Prime: Medbay

First Aid was following Perceptor's analysis. First Aid was under the impression that they were hit by some new Decepticon weapon, but this looked like they were just knocked down. "Can you find anything unusual with how they were injured? Sounds like they took more damage from being attacked directly... hand to hand." Prime would need a report on this so he started to copy on a datapad what Perceptor had said.

First Aid couldn't help but to think that the damage pattern fit how Grimlock's team did things. Though he was sure they weren't responsible, it did make him thankful that Grimlock and the others did arrive or there would be more in the med bay like those two.

Autobase Prime: Command Center

"Smokescreen has an idea huh?" Jazz responded to Scoop. He noticed that his head stopped hurting. He was wanting to get moving on something so he can get the Decepticons back for making him look so useless in the last fight.

Autobase Prime: Main Medbay

Perceptor did not turn his optics away from Sideswipe, as he was busy opening up 'Swipes dented head panels, but he did answer First Aids question: "The damage is not Weapon-based, except for a small number laser-type scorch marks indicative of stray fire. No cutting or ballistic wounds are apparent. The damage is that which would result from something large, solid, and blunt hitting them head-on, or, conversely, the Twins themselves hitting such an object. One can conjecture that they were victims of a ramming attack of some sort, or that they were struck by a fist or club-like implement wielded by a very large Decepticon. If you would like my personal opinion however, I would hazard a guess that the Twins have been indulging of their infamous brand of 'Jet Judo', which resulted in a terminal encounter with the ground. Grains of sand and rust driven into their armor would back this hypothesis up."
The damaged armor removed, Perceptors manipulators began to operate on the Neurocircuitry itself, with the utmost care being taken: Although he was not fond of the prideful jock, he would never want to be responsible for damaging his patient's mental functions or deleting his memories. Thankfully, it appears nothing is permanently damaged, and it will be a matter of rearranging the scattered circuits, repairing the nano-connections by laser, and removing any stray debris. Very conscious of the dangers, Perceptor turned up the stabalisers on the operation table: Even the vibration of footsteps had to be compensated for.[/i]

Entrance Autobase Prime

The base was a flurry of activity. Bots leaving bots coming, but one thing was for sure bots that had a deluded dream of doing things. That was what Repugnus thought leaning against a wall. It seemed that none of them had the gal that was necessary to keep the decepticons on the defensive. He was willing to do what was necessary but with being stuck here at Iacon it kept him bottled up. Now he waited for orders from Prime or anyone of any rank in this army.

As he continued to lean he could hear bot workers talking about how Optimus was back and the hope that the spark that this seemed to give him. He had also heard that Grimlock and the rest of his team was back. Now there was a bot with some idea on how to handle things.

He then heard workers talking. Talking about him with alot of disgust in their voices. It was no mistake that he knew he wasn't liked by many. Truth be told he didn't like many of them either. Staring at the workers bots he stiffly stated "You continue to worry about me I will give you all a reason to fear me." The bots gave indignant looks at Repugnus and just walked away. He then continued to wait for something interesting to happen. Something that he could sink his claws into.

Autobase Prime - Main Med Bay

"You should've seen the dent we left on Moon Alpha," came a voice from one of the operating tables. "That'll teach it to get in me and Sideswipe's way again."

Sunstreaker remained immobile due to damage and the passive restraints of the table, but his systems had brought him online once more. He had been in and out of stasis lock since Optimus Prime had conveyed him to the shuttle that carried the group back to Iacon, but with the steady energon drip administered by the Med Bay's systems, the golden warrior was in more stable condition. He turned his head slightly to see Perceptor working on Sideswipe. His position meant that he could not see exactly what the scientist was doing, or that Perceptor was wrist deep in the red Autobot's cranial unit. That was probably a good thing.

Sunstreaker looked up at First Aid. "How's he doing, Doc?"

Autobase Prime - Medbay

Like few drops of fresh, cold water splashing onto dry, hot surface, were Cog's words tender and easening cure to Beretta's mind swirling in the illness of confusion.

She's alive... alive... The light and certainity of the thought descended on her, and had lifted up hundreds of tons of burden from her curved shoulders. Her myomer muscle structure and stiffened, strained inner systems suddenly felt light and secure, and as the anaesthetic liquid entered her circulatory system, her pain also faded away to the distance, as she had been far from any serious wounds.

Her upper frame slowly loosing tension, and falling back on the operation table, the spark of the fembot was stirred with relief, but also, guilt and conscience. But still, Remy was alive... alive.

It was only then that the realization reached Beretta's central core. It had been one of the toughest lessons she had learned. It had been her mistake, her bravado and her ignorance that had lead both her and Remington to lay in the condition they were in. But if this would not make her understand, nothing possibly could.

But she did understand. And the comprehension was deep enough to shake her foundamentally. As she fully lay back on the table, her optics were slowly leaking drops of cleaning fluid, sliding down on her faceplating and dropping onto the top of the operating table. Her body giving small, gentle twitches as she cried.

"Thank Primus... and thank you too..." She muttered half-consciously and in sobs to Cog as the strong chemicals injected to her frame began to blend reality and her subconscious together.

Autobase Prime – Main Medbay

Charmburn enter in medbay, it was a stressful moment because this was reality and not theory, it been only a week since she had finish her medical program and now it was her first assignment. Not knowing exactly what to do and what kind of assistance was needed. She took a step in the direction of First aid and Perceptor and asks calmly ‘’ I am a new doctor can I help you in any way? ‘’ Waiting for an answer she took a good look around to analyse the current situation.

Autobase Prime ~ Command Center
Blaster's confidant features softened for a bit at the mention of Ultra Magnus. "I... I don't know Prime. As far as I know Magnus was lost defending the city." He realized it was a downer thing to say but he had to say it. But he wasn't going to leave it on that flat note, no siree. "However boss if anyone could've survived it it was Ultra Magnus. That mech's as tough or tougher than our Dinobot leader here." He casually pointed in Grimlock's direction. If he survived, I'll find him for you.

His chest opened up and Raindance emerged and transformed into his jet mode. "All right you blue wonder, scope the area and see if you can find Ultra Magnus. If Tagan Heights was trashed, he'd make his way here." Blaster instructed the cassette-bot, which took off as fast as he could outside. Blaster then moved to the communications console and powered it up. He hooked the powerful computer up to his interface and let his internal circuitry boost the gain. <<This is Blaster of Iacon City calling Ultra Magnus. If you're out there bigmech we'd love to hear from ya, please give us a call as our lines are always open. I'll play some tunes to guide ya in.>> With that the sounds of Cybertronian rock 'n roll drifted through the comm channels, hoping to reach the city commander.

Autobase Prime - Command Center

As it seemed that Prime was prepared to go along with Grimlock's proposal, Fortress Maximus fell silent. Renewing the Autobot presence in Uraya--which he was certain the Dynobot leader could achieve in customarily spectacular fashion--was only the first step, of course. But it was a good one. Even so, they would still need to take stock of their forces in Iacon and Nova Cronum, and organize their remaining territories both to repel future incursions and launch their own series of small-scale offensives. At least, until they had sufficient resources in strategy, energon, and mechpower to mount a more serious assault.

It seemed to the High Commander that he should soon be returning to his own former HQ at Autobase Nu. Prowl was a good soldier and a capable commander--and hands down the best analyst the Autobots had to offer, when it came to military matters. But he was also extremely cautious, sometimes excessively so. Maximus trusted him to hold on to Nova Cronum in his absence, but he rather seriously doubted that Prowl would press for any kind of aggressive action without specific orders from the high command to do so.

The massive mechanoid's train of thought was thrown off by Blaster's well-meaning but ill-conceived solution to the problem of the missing Ultra Magnus.

"Please, Blaster," he said, his voice clearly strained, "everyone's neurocircuits are nearly fried already. Let's not exacerbate the problem with this, uh, music." Music. Never in the history of Cybertron had their ever been a greater misnomer. It sounded more to Maximus like a thousand rusty saws scraping against jagged Cybertronium in a foundry. But he was hardly an expert.

Repair Bay

Cog also winced at the . . . unique musical selection being piped through the base by the Communications Officer. But he regained his composure quickly, patting Baretta reassuringly on the shoulder once he had replaced her chestplate. "Well," the diminutive mech said with good humor, "I won't presume to speak for Primus, of course, but as far as I'm concerned, you're quite welcome. Rest now. You'll be back to full functionality and ready to bust Decepticon cranial units again before you know it."

The repairs to her fuel distribution systems did not take very long; the diagnostic had isolated the areas where the damage was most extensive, and it was a fairly straightforward matter to reroute power here or create a temporary patch there. Once he had finished, Cog very carefully picked the larger femme up off the examination table and moved her to a CR chamber that he had already remotely prepped to receive her. With the pertinent information already input into the sophisticated repair device, Baretta's damage would be attended to far more efficiently.

Autobase Prime - Main Medbay

"Sideswipe will be fine once I'm finished operating on him, Sunstreaker. He will require a proper course of CR treatment however, and a checkup from Ratchet every megacycle for the next decacycle, in order to check for glitches. You, on the other hand, have major structural damage that could require a full new chassis: No doubt you'll want me to come up with yet another new alloy for your armor, with extra sheen."
Perceptor was about to continue with his sarcastic tirade when Blaster's broadcast began in earnest. The amplified beat pulsed through the very air of the medbay, and Perceptor found even the conpensators and his own delicate touch couldn't compensate. Carefully retracting his manipulator arms, he patched in to the comms.
>>Perceptor to Blaster. While I appreciate your preferred choice of greeting signal is unique and noticable, it is both distruptive to the highly critical undertakings in the main medbay, and obsolete: Ultra Magnus is already inside the base and is making his way towards your location.<<

Command Centre, Autobase Prime

"Good point, Trailbreaker," Rollbar said, "Having command experience of being in charge of Autobase Prime will be great to talk about and have on my service record...even if it was only for a short period of time when I was the only one around,"

Medical Facilities, Autobase Prime

Wideload carefully removed his finger from where he had been poking it at Panzer, "Well no harm done!" he said to Perceptor, "Plus you're a smart Bot you could have fixed that no problem!"

Autobase Prime ~ Command Center

"Well, I personally would leave out the bit about you being the only one around.." Trailbreaker began in reply to Rollbar "..You could give scope to the truth and embellish your story a bit by saying that with the Autobots under attack on multiple fronts, and with chaos all around, you stepped up and took on the burden of commanding the entire base in it's time of need, providing exemplary leadership when it was most needed.." The Defensive Strategist paused a bit, his arm held aloft, realising he most likely looked rather odd "..Ah, well, ah, or you know, something like that.."


Meanwhile, nearing the entrance to the Command Center, and unaware that his presence in the base had already been divulged, Ultra Magnus picked up Blaster's own unique signal, somewhat broken and interrupted in his commlink. It wasn't the first time that the City Commander had picked up a signal attempting to contact him, multiple times in his journey from the Tagan Heights to Iacon, he had receieved bits and pieces of coded messages from who he assumed was Trailbreaker, attempting to establish contact with him.

Unfortunately, his communication systems were another casualty of his encounter with Scorponok, Roadblock, Ruckus and the other Decepticon attackers, with only his recieving capabilities remaining somewhat operational, his attempts at replying to Trailbreaker's messages were met with a mixture of silence and white noise, and so the City Commander gave up trying to radio the base, and concentrated on getting there as quickly as he could.

His goal was accomplished as he strode through the entrance to Autobase Prime's Command Center, noting that Ratchet was quite correct with his assessment of those present, Ultra Magnus walked a direct line to the Autobot Supreme Commander, nodding in greeting to the various and numerous Autobots dotted around the room, before finally reporting in. "Optimus Sir.." The battered City Commander began, customary salute immediately offered "..Please accept my apologies for my tardiness, and for not contacting you, my communication capabilities were damaged in the process of the Tagan Heights battle, leaving me able only to recieve broken messages.."

Pausing as he turned towards Blaster, the City Commander offered a nod of thanks to the Communications 'Bot, before returning his attention to his Commander, his face taking on a stern demeanor "..And may I also apologise for the loss of Autobase Tau, I know that losing the Tagan Province to the 'Cons is a major blow to the war effort, one that we could well have done without.." Magnus paused as he ran through the lead up to the Decepticon attack "..We were completely unprepared for any of their attacks, and the fault for that must lie squarely on my shoulders, I can only say it won't happen again Optimus"

Autobase Prime - Main Medbay

Srafe just nodded at Jedishen's request and moved to have a better look at the offending piece of shrapnel "Yeah i can get it out, but it's gunna hurt alright...brace yourself" and with a quick tug he pulled the piece out before handing it to Jedishen. "There you go; anything else while I'm up?" Strafe asked with a grin; he didn't mind helping out and his own self-repairs were nearly compleate. Now all he had to do was a quick patch up of a few small lazer scores and he could go.

Where to Strafe had no idea, after all his own paranoia often hindered him from going anywhere on his own so it looked like he would have to either find somewhere that he could take a quick nap or collapse in the hallway near some kind of populated area. Of course Strafe could always just wander around for hours and hours.

On second thought perhaps he should just wait until he'd finished before Strafe went off to whatever it was awaited him.

Autobase Prime - Command Centre

Ultra Magnus’ reappearance was both a welcome relief for Smokescreen and a excellent point at which to give voice to his own ideas. Listening to Magnus speech set Smokescreen ever so slightly on edge, the constant apologies stemming from the mech’s mouth revealed a lack of self-belief that could severely limit the bot’s command capabilities. If only Magnus could have enough faith in himself to use those formidable leadership skills to there best potential. Still, ever bot had their weakness.
Magnus finished and allowing for a polite period of time to pass before interrupting the moment to reunion Smokescreen addressed the gathered commanders.

‘Sirs if I may, I would like to add to the plans already being drawn up. Whilst I agree with commander Grimlock’s idea to attack from Uraya, I believe that we also need to stage a counter attack as soon as possible. This may give us the cover and time to build a substantial force in Uraya, meaning we can strike hard. Before that I suggest a series of raids, staged in multiple Decepticon territories, which should be enough to throw their counter offensive off balance and lose co-ordination and momentum.’

Smokescreen moved over to an empty terminal and brought up the screens he had been using earlier.

‘I suggest a series of raids against four different targets comprising of five strike teams, numbers of which have yet to be determined. I propose: an attack on Tyrest which should give the illusion of a probing attack, a second team will conduct an air raid into Tagan, targeting the energon refineries, hopefully hindering the Decepticons power output capabilities. A third team should strike across the Maximus line in a simple raid against a target of some importance. These three strikes should happen simultaneously, and should retreat the moment sufficient resistance is en-route.’

As Polyhex will be the best defended, a fourth team will launch an attack at an important strategic point the moment the third team call a retreat. Hopefully this will mean the Decepticons are caught short at the fourth strike point, as they will have focused their forces around the third team, allowing for team four to inflict some damage.

As team four will retreat once Decepticon threat becomes sufficient, team five will be behind them on our side of the line and will cover their retreat, they will not have a target themselves, they will simply cover a withdrawl.

Whilst this is all happening, we could get as many troops to Uraya, ready for a big offensive as possible. The cons will expect us to use Uraya, but these raids will prevent them massing any reasonable number of forces there so that when we strike we’ll do some major damage with minimum risk to ourselves initially.’

Smokescreen gave the commanders time to absorb the information before adding;

‘I’ve got further details and a list of types of troops for each raid if you’d like to hear more.’

Autobase Prime - Main Medbay

As soon as First Aid was about to answer Sunstreaker, Perceptor spoke up instead. Perceptor was known to be talkative, but he was better suited to answer anyway. "We'll do what we can Sunstreaker. You should be glad you were brought out of the battle when you were." First Aid looked at his report and then back at the damage reports. "I want to get started on Sunstreaker right away. I can program cutting drones to start work on his new body elements."

Autobase Prime - Command Center

Grimlock ignored most of the comments coming from the other Autobots. He had never been particularly interested in what the more unimportant Autobots had to say about strategy. Strategy and battle plans had to come down from the top. If you let everyone have their say, you’d never get a workable plan. Soldiers just needed to follow orders. Unfortunately far too few Autobots considered themselves soldiers. It was a shortcoming to the whole faction.

The Dinobot leader was mildly pleased to hear his plan get approval from the Autobots that mattered. He would have done it anyway, but this would certainly make things easier. This meant that either they had finally gotten some sense during his absence, or things were so desperate that they were ready to let him do whatever he wanted. From the look of Ultra Magnus dragging his beaten chassis into the command center, he suspected it was the latter.

Grimlock produced two black boxes in his hands, putting them down on the console in front of him. “These the data recorders from our ship and Insecticon ship. Swoop recovered them from wreckage. Me thinking you get all info you need from that mudball world from these.” He hadn’t thought much of them when Swoop had first located them, but it looked like they were going to save him some time here, and from having to write up reports. He would have to thank the other Dinobot later.

He grabbed a datapad off of another console and began typing up names on it. Once he was satisfied he handed it to Prime. “That, along with Dinobots, will be my team. Give me them, some energon and shuttle and we be ready to head to Uraya and try and turn this war, again.” The names on the list made it quite obvious as to what Grimlock was doing. The Lightning Strike Coalition was going to be resurrected.

Autobase Prime-Streets

Swerve was driving around Iacon trying to see what has all happen recently. There were several mechs with injuries heading towards the main Medbay. He spotted Ultra Magnus in the distance arriving at the main headquarters. Swerve continued to drive around safely, for him, until he opened up his communication channels. He got a bunch of noise that he didn't recognize and it made him lose even more control. There was a damp patch in the road and Swerve hit it dead on. Swerve spun out and did 1440 degree turn and took out a random Autobot by crashing into him and a building with the building collapsing on top of both of them. After a few moments of the debris falling and dust settling, Swerve transformed and pushed off the small amount of debris off of him. He turned out decent considering his past incidents of similar doings but the bystander didn't do to well. There was a metal piece sticking out of an arm. Swerve removed the metal plank out of the arm and tried to bandage it to keep any fluids of leaking. Luckily the accident put the mech into stasis lock.

Looks like another trip to the medbay for me and this mech. They really should clean the streets better or things could get real ugly.

Swerve carried the mech stasis locked mech into the main medbay.

Autobase Prime-Main Medbay

"Hey Perceptor and First Aid, do you have anywhere I can put this mech? I hit a slick spot and this one took the blunt of my crashing into a building. We really should clean up the streets better and reinforce some of the old buildings.

Autobase Prime- Main Medical Bay

She sets about the last steps of healing Panzer with the fluids, and such getting over her own feelings towards her ineptitude towards being a medic.
She's not that ad mind you, she just doesn't have the chips to be like Perceptor, First Aid, or Ratchet.
"That should do it." She finishes topping off Panzer.

(ooc – Sorry for the lapse in posting, life has been busy lately)

Blurr was concentrating deeply as he used the tools in the medkit to fix some of the damage. He tentatively pushed one end of a blue wire towards what was left where it had been severed by the shot through his leg.

The sound of footsteps coming in his direction broke Blurr’s concentration. The blue mech lowered the wire reattachment tool to the floor and glanced up to see Jedishen walking over.

Jedishen-came-through-the-battle-pretty-well-all-things-considered, Blurr thought to himself as he switched his attention from Jedishen back down to his leg again.

Before he had time to pick up the tool and begin the slow process of shoddily patching himself back together Jedishen spoke up asking for assistance.

Blurr looked back up to see Jedishen gesturing at his back. Blurr started to get to his feet to help, but Strafe beat him to it and pulled the gleaming metal shard free. Settling back down onto the floor, Blurr sighed as he picked up the tool again. He really didn’t like having to sit still for any length of time. Especially when the reason he was forced to be stationary was due to damage inflicted on him by the Decepticons.

A couple breems later his repairs were done… well his repairs were done as far as his “in-the-field” medical skills were concerned. One of the real medics would have to take a look at it later when all the more serious injuries were taken care of. Carefully placing all of the tools back in their proper place in the med kit, Blurr stood up with the kit and walked over to Strafe and Jedishen.

“Do-either-of-you-need-the-med-kit?-I-am-done-with-it-so-whoever-wants-it-can-take-
it.-I-can-also-help-if-you-want,-my-medical-skills-are-the-minimal-ones-they-taught-us-
to-use-in-the-middle-of-a-battlefield,-but-it’s-better-then-nothing-most-times.”

Autobase Prime: Command Center

Landfill looked down at the yippy little red dome headed soldier and smiled. He didn't exactly catch everything that was being said, as he was scrapping something out of his audio receiver port at the time. Still it was obvious to the large mover that Cliffjumper was aggitated for some reason or another.

With his long brown smudged right hand, Landfill reached down and patted the red minibot on the helmet. "There there, theres no reason to be so furious my small friend. I am sure that we will be able to return to our territory of Tagan soon enough."

His voice was calm and friendly behind his genuine smile as he pulled up his hand leaving a greasy smeer on Cliffjumper's helmet. "And I am sure that Optimus will grant you your desire for being on the frontline."

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Hotspot shrugged and threw his hands in the air. "Well thats just great," he finally spoke. His arms fell across his chest once more as he watched Grimlock and Optimus clarify some substrategy. It was simple it was to the point, and damn if it were not a pain in the fender that he nor his team would be apart of it.

The Protectobot commander took in a deep simulated of breath and shook his head. "So now we got some facinating long term formulated plan... But how the slag is that going to help us in the here and now?" He asked no one in particular, "And furthermore what are we going to be doing here on Iacon's end? Can't let these guys have all the fun."

Autobase Prime: Command Center
Raindance was about to leave when Ultra Magnus entered the center. "Found him!" Raindance replied cheerfully. He then returned to Blaster and reverted to cassette mode.

Blaster swivelled around, "Hey hey hey, what's shaking Magnus? No offence buddy but you look like you faced off in the Gladiatorial Pits." He was very happy that the city commander was alive and well. He realized that he was shouting above his music, so he turned it off. It's purpose was served as it brought bigmech home in one piece, well mostly.

Eject and Rewind returned from the computers that they were a part of. Rewind returned to Blaster while Eject circled aroun to Ultra Mangus. "Being battered, bruised and beaten isn't even enough to keep this hero benched for too long. He still has the parts needed to ensure an endzone run! The medics are waiting on the sidelines however, this endzone run got him the period, will he be able to finish the game on his own???!!!"