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Post by hare on May 31, 2016 17:27:59 GMT -5
The computer picked up the three bots, but one of them picked up First Aid's interest. "Okay, nino. Who are you?" How did a sparkling that didn't existed before winds up in the shell. She has a nagging thought that Merkava would....no, should be younger. Must have been some sort of experiment that went on. The sad part is this is a usual occurrence in Cybertron. Forbidden and top secret experiments in the cloak of darkness. It would have been sad if it wasn't hilariously cliche. With a few clicks, she makes a couple of cross reference on a lost spark and, if possible, Merkava's coders (or in Earth terms, parents). She has to get ready to treat the bots once they came in. She patches a IM to Felis. <<Yo, Papi, send the three guys to the Medwing and tell them to wait there.>> There was a hit from her computer. That was quick. "Okay, Papi. Time to tell Tia First Aid who are you and how you came to the world." She said to herself. She looks over the results and her optics widened on what she read.
"How the pit that's even possible...."
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Post by artemisprime on Jul 5, 2016 14:25:07 GMT -5
Now feeling as though the immediate situation was defused, Felis hailed internal comms to both First Aid and Intern. <<Can you guys handle things right now? I might have hit a bit of a snag here.>> Aloud, Felis stated, first to Congaraid, "Get him to Medwing," then, to Bedlam and by proxy the sparkling's guardian: "let's get you some snacks -- "
And the calm he had brokered snapped; a wave of blackness struck his spark. Someone incoming was emoting pure, ancient rage. And Bedlam reacted as well, but not in the way he had expected: the sparkling bristled, as though feeding off that energy, optics bright and narrowed to an expression he had witnessed countless times in his youth.
"Bedlam, 'Raj, back to the ship, now!" Artemis roared from down the hall. "We're done here!"
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Post by smokedtoast on Aug 31, 2016 22:57:06 GMT -5
Intern's reply was nice and prompt as he and his fellow seeker settled on the task at hand. <<Can do boss man, let us know if you need anything.>> He responded before closing the comm channel. He and Curse quickly went back to work sifting through the data they had. Congoraid nodded in return, standing up carefully and heading in the direction of the medical wing. As she did, she noticed the change in the small sparkling's stance and bristling before the yelling that came from the hallway she was heading down herself. She continued on her way, but she couldn't help but hold up her hands as she passed in an attempt to de-escalate the situation. "It's all good ma'am, Felis calmed down the little one before they got hurt..." She explained, concerned that it was Cicadacon's machinations setting off the little tyke that had drew such anger from the newcomer. For a femme her size, she has a noticably triangular field projector on both palms though there seems to be no energy relating to the feature. Her eyebrow peaked for a second, realizing that Artemis had mentioned two names... She takes a moment to glance back, remembering the distortion she had felt. Instinctively she became guarded, but she struggled to push that sensation back under her foot. There was no reason to believe Slingshot had invited -another- corporate spy in... was there?
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Post by hare on Oct 24, 2016 16:53:24 GMT -5
The Protectobot medic responded <<Si, Papi. Just bring them on over.>> Looks like that little inquiry about the young Combaticon has to wait right now. Something about him doesn't ring right. First Aid than look around her office and remembers she has to clean up. "Dammit." She muttered. She than sends a IM to any available janitor in the building to come to her office. She really needs to know how to control her temper.
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Post by striker on Nov 5, 2016 22:31:33 GMT -5
Fading back to visibility, 'Raj frowned, "Hey, I'm not one to usually question but why the change? What happened, 'Tera?" he smartly used the shortened form of her current alias, no need to get her angrier by calling her the wrong thing. He picked up Bedlam gently, stroking the sparkling's back, "easy 'lam. I got you. Your momma's just upset about something, you're still safe." he cooed gently
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