re_alignment | [Video] [Originating from Nexic Temple]

[You're thinking you're watching one of those groovy car adverts, because damn, that is one gorgeous beaut. She's what you'd call an "Audi R8" on Earth; she's sleek, compact. Her paint job - which is a mix of hot red and stunning yellow - shimmers and glows with a fresh coat of wax. She's untouched, she's unblemished, and for some reason, she's a girl, you guess. You would now expect to find a voluptuous model like, say, maybe Megan Fox or Rosie Huntington-Whiteley appearing spread elegant but sexy on the hood in a bathing suit.

But, that's not what you're going to get. Instead, suddenly the recording device is abruptly knocked from wherever it was perched and on the ground. Well, not really; it seems to have been caught wedged between the car and the wall. And you're getting a tilted image of Ambulon looking utterly unimpressed. His lower half, however, appears to be... under the car?]

I'd really... You know, I'd really appreciate some answers, but I know right now, that's not my top priority. [He's really controlling his rage here] And I was hoping to use audio, but it... Nevermind. [Ambulon shakes his head.] I can't tell you the details - mostly because I don't even know what they are - but for some reason, I was abruptly woken from recharge to find a-- [He pauses and grunts, shifting uncomfortably with a strained growl] -- a... car on top of me. This place is small and cramped as is, and I'm surprised it managed to fit in here, but... Look.

[Ambulon takes a Very Deep Breath.]

I don't know what exactly is going on. What happened. And who did this. Right now it... does not matter. [He throws his hands apart for emphasis] My current dilemma... I can't seem to move the vehicle; not in this position. I can't reach inside, to possibly try starting the engine, though I'm not sure it'd be much help. There's no fuel, for one. But I did find [Ambulon holds up a small white book] this. Driver's manual or whatever. Except I can't read it; they're symbols I don't recognize. [So he just throws the manual in all Japanese aside and gives another furious snarl.] But mostly the problem is I'm pinned under a car and the back wheel is crushing my leg.

[His leg. Of all things.]

So, as I'm sure it's been made painfully obvious, I could use a little [something groans - metal - and then pop and Ambulon curses] help thanks.

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No. [Ambulon scowls and determines the leg can be saved, at least. Hadn't lost much energon, but he was sure added movement would eventually have some gushing soon enough. Sweet] Whirl, hey. [He gestures the manry robot-bird over faintly, grimacing.] I need to - obviously - get to a hospital. Um, seeing as I... can't really walk, if you could... [He looks sOoOo embarrassed]... offer a ride, I'd be much obliged.

[ohuhbut] Or you could call someone else, if it's... too much a problem. [Some plating falls off his leg; he doesn't give a shit at this point.]

[ooc: dirge's still debating logging or not, so you can just actionspam dropping off ambulon's butt; log works, too, but that depends if you'd want to/think it'd make good for a log. uvu]

You are totally cramping my heroic style, Ambules. Seriously. [Also it is hard to make a nickname out of your name. He will try to be noble and not hold that against you. Too much.]

Hnh. Just a flesh wound. Walk it off, you sissy.

[~~ha you just admitted he was all manry and sexy.~~ ]

Oh ALL right then. [So gracious, isn't he?] Come on, Chuckles. [He bends down and scoops Ambulon up, in the very best 'hero carrying damsel who's sprained her ankle' fashion. Gotta go with classic, right?]

((ooc: it's up to you guys log or not just let me know!))

Edited (bc i r dum) 2012-09-11 16:14 (UTC)

[Ambulon scowls] Yes, I should just [he shakes his pretty useless crushed leg] WALK IT OFF.

[pfft whatever man. The damsel is looking pretty peeved in the hero's embrace right now, arms folded stubbornly over his chest. But once he realizes he's in Whirl's arms, he decides it's probably best to sling one gangly arm over the monoeyed Autobot's shoulder and hold on for dear life.]

Let's try not to do anything brash. I know you're in the mood for heroics - and I thank you, I really do - but, you know. Just--just saying.

[ooc: dirge gave a-okay with actionspam with pharma in this thread! uvub not sure if she should post next or not; either works for me!]

[Ah, clinging onto Whirl in approved clingy-damsel fashion? All you are missing is a flowing blond wig, Ambulon.]

I put the rash in brash, Ambulon.

_{and there's no cream for this rash, either.}

Now you shut up and let me rescue you, for frag's sake. You suck at this.

[Meanwhile, at the ~~bat cave~~ lab, Pharma is readying the welder! Exciting!]

[Ambulon is really studying Whirl's... "face" closely now. Like it's the first time he's ever truly seen what this guy looks like.] ... You are both amusing and yet creepy. [a beat] No offense.

[Nonetheless, he does ease up on the clinging. Not a damsel, thankyouverymuch. Ambulon nods ahead, indicating they're getting close to their destination.] You can just drop me off here. Don't want to keep you from your hero business. [Don't wanna keep being embarrassed by this entire mess leaving him swaying in Whirl's arms somewhat helpless. Not a damsel, thankyouverymuch.]

Yeah well, you know. I try. [Try for amusing or try for creepy? You decide!]

[Brace yourself, Pharma, here is Whirl, carrying your favorite former Decepticon ~~well that title sure doesn't belong to Drift!~~ in his arms like a bride. He arrives IN STYLE, because, Whirl, his silvery cape fluttering behind him as he lands. And sorry, Ambulon, Whirl CRAVES spectacle, so your whole embarrassment thing? Yeah sorry.]

CHIRURGEON. We have need of your services.

[Snicker] Not, uh, those services. Yet.

[It's incredibility difficult for Pharma to keep a straight face when Whirl arrived, becaped and carrying Ambulon like a princess. He manages it somehow, gesturing to a spare slab.]

Set him down he- What did you call me?

[For once, Ambulon is overjoyed to see Pharma. Not like he dislikes his former/boss, just... Well, the doc's not exactly the most pleasant of mechs. He just decides to ignore all this bravado, however, pretends that he's not in Whirl's arms like a damn maiden, and finds his way onto the medical slab. Ambulon stretches out his leg in full; still can't feel anything, but his sensors tell him, yeah, things are messed up real bad.]

I did a quick assessment of the damage as far as I can tell. [He points to his lower leg] Sensor output notified me of a flood in the crus sector. The wheel had pinched my hydraulic pumps, but I'm sure they ruptured, and caused internal hemorrhaging. At least this only just started recently, or I'd be in bigger trouble. [Shakes his head] I can't say what the conditions of my actuators are, but safe to say, my tib-joint and fib-joint are snapped in fragging half.

[Ambulon sighs and drags a hand down his face.] I know you can save my leg, but excuse me if I feel a little pessimistic right now.

[ooc: internal bleeding in leg; calve bones fractured; muscle ligaments torn/strained.]

I dunno. You prefer aft-face? [Because he could do that, Pharma. In fact he could stay up nights cooking up humiliating nicknames for you. ]

[Just one more service he offers.]

Just saying? I had nothing to do with any of that slag. So, you know, don't send Squinty the Lone Gunman after me again.

Doctor will do, Whirl. And this looks too clean to be your work.

[Pharma snaps, trying to listen to Ambulon's report of the damage. Ugh, he'll never get used to a patient telling him exactly what's wrong. That was his job. Thank you for taking all the fun out of it, Ambulon.]

Your leg will be fine. I've seen and fixed much worse.

Nurs- ....Whirl. Get me some of those patches from the second drawer. [Meanwhile, he's going to remove some of this crushed plating.]

[Ambulon resorts to lying back and folding his hands over his optics. The pain receptors in his leg have started glitching, ever since the bleeding started. Though he tries to act like it's not hurting him in the least freakin' bit. Ambulon resorts to just listening to Pharma work and Whirl do... whatever Whirl is prone to do in situations like these.] Thank you, by the way. [His voice is a bit raspy and strained but that can't be helped. He's been keeping it... relatively cool since now.] I mean, to the both of you. [Too bad he sounds mostly insincere due to the grumbling.]

[Whirl shrugs. ] Doctor aft-face.

[You have ruffled his professional pride, Pharma. So, sure, he'll get you your patches, flopping them down on top of Ambulon's belly. ]

Can thank me by getting your ewwww off my cape.

[Video] [Originating from Nexic Temple]

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