Australia: Medical Outpost FUBAR.Razorclaw wrote:>>>Permission granted, Psychout. Remember, any vehicons who are simply in stasis need to be salvaged. They are hard to come by and the ones that can be repaired need to be brought back with us. At the very least, salvage their spark fragments if possible.<<<
The order given, Psychout addressed the few mobile Vehicon and Seeker minion units and passed along Razorclaw’s order. It was not an easy task and took some time to locate the few remaining drones still on their feet, but he spent as long as he could overseeing the clean-up operation – the Infiltration protocols were his specific speciality and his core reason for being in this sector of the galaxy at all – and he was
damned if he would allow the ‘cons to give themselves away, even after a battle on such a disruptive scale as this one, at least
Razorclaw appreciated that.
As the last of the drones either destroyed or recovered the wreckage, he gave them the order to return to Astrotrain and allowed himself a last satisfied glance around the rocky outcrop where they had been stationed for what felt like megacycles, but had actually passed in the blink of an optic.
His orders now complete and all his patients restored and gone, Psychout turned to his team.
Darkfire was damaged, but conscious and back to her old self, and had been loaded onto
Landgrab for the ride home. Mal Practice took a sideways glance at her and turned back to
Starscream.
“Nice to see that we treat Starscream before each other" she had muttered.
“Maybe next time you’ll actually use the equipment I supply, and then you might be able to stay in the air and wont
need treating!?” Psychout joked in response, with only the faintest hint of sarcasm. Darkfire’s demeanour was legendarily dour and joyless but with the whole team together finally it didnt matter,
Cloudbreaker had been given ample salvage time, and he now felt able to give the order to move out, especially as he could see
Crueljaw was getting bored and when
he got bored people got hurt – usually
Feedback.
Starcream now in position opposite the newly deposited sleek form of Darkfire, the squat and boxy form of Mal Practice mounted up and signalled for
Landgrab to begin the journey back to
Astrotrain, wasting no time getting stuck into the repairs.
Under usual circumstances peripherals such as anaesthetic and sterile conditions would cost extra, but he had already had enough of Starscream’s whining and needed some peace and quiet, so administered the dose and without waiting for it to kick in, began the process of attaching Nighweavers extraneous appendages to the Seeker commander.
The four of them trundled off, with
Battletrap as escort, assuming he was smart enough to actually follow therm.
Meanwhile, Psychout continued to evaluate his team. Seven of them landed on the dustball, and seven of them would be leaving, although some in better condition than others. “Well, ‘Jaws..,he said as he prepared to assume his static altmode. “..not the most exciting of battles but we’ve been in worse. Let’s get off this dustball...”
He waited a few seconds for Crueljaw to be ready, and then transformed into his immobile but portable altmode. His journey was in the hands of his bodyguard now.
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As Landgrab continued slowly towards Astratrain, a shower of sparks trailed behind as the expert battlefield surgeon skilfully reconnected the circuitry and calculated the perfect positioning to ensure the drag remained at the minuscule levels that even he had to admit Starscream rightfully boasted. This was far from the first time he had to fix a seeker’s wings – just the first time he’d had to do it under these conditions, and on someone usually so finely tuned and he was
loving it.
Welding torches were buzzed, optics were flickered, schematics were consulted, circuitry was sizzled, brows were wiped, hinges were hinged, pistons were pressurised, and Darkfire and Landgrab were subjected to lingering tension-filled close-ups, but eventually the familiar clanking of access panels closing signaled the end of the extended surgical montage.
Mal reached up and pressed a few buttons calling up Landgrabs holographic diagnostics display where Starscream could see it, just as Astrotrain came into sight.
“…and there you are.” the doctor stated, matter-of-factly. "98.94% match for velocity efficiency, aerodynamic factor within a thousandth of a newton of your former wing array, and co-efficient drag should be barely noticeable so escape velocity will be as easy as ever. You should still be as fast, if not faster, than any of the surviving seeker drones, assuming you still have any.”
And with that assessment, Mal left Starcream to try out his new wings as he boarded Astrotrain, riding on Landgrab's now empty repair bay opposite Darkfire. Just the boss and the last few clean up crews to come now, and then they could finally be away from this hideous rock.