[it doesn't happen easily...but it happens, even if Fortress Maximus tenses just a bit as that exposure, at the touch of a tool-and then it bleeds away with the sensation that leaves the majority of his frame...
...thick. dull.
but he can still feel it...vaguely. which is...enough. for now.
not like before
Fort Max is...relatively still, now. little more than dead weight. but to say that he's calm would be a lie; there's lingering anxiety, even with Ratchet's attempts. they've helped, but if anything, this is more a surrender to the inevitable than relaxation
[ Ratchet nods in Depth Charge's direction, then turns back to Fort Max. At least he seems to have calmed down a bit. That will make his work much easier. He keeps speaking as he works, partially to keep Fort Max informed as to what's going on and partially also as a comfort tactic. ]
Right, so we're going to have to carry you back to the Temple to fix most of your injuries [and here he carefully does not glance over at the other mech's wrecked knees, no he does not ] but if we're going to do that, leaving a trail of energon behind us is probably a bad idea. Plus, I'd like to keep your fluids inside your frame if possible.
[ Have a little, innocuous shoulder pat, just to prime you for further contact, Max. ]
I'm going to have to reach in here to get to the lines to clamp them, okay? I've blocked the pain, but the rest of the sensation's still there, so it's going to feel strange. No pinching, but definitely some pressure and scraping. Just try to hold on, alright? In three, two, one--
[ Ratchet pries Fort Max's plating apart just a bit more, enough that he can reach in and tie off the major leaking lines. He's trying to rush, so he doesn't really take stock of what he's clamping, just that if it's broken, it gets tied off. ]
he's used to at least one other nurse medic droning on talking at him while repairs, and that may be partially why he remains subdued. there /is/ an imperceptible flinch at the pat on his shoulder - probably more felt than seen, by Ratchet - and some shifting as the medic gets to work.
and while what energon he's already bled out hardly /vanishes/, the flow ebbs.]
[Ratchet notices the flinch, but puts it down to surprise, focussing more on getting things sealed up. He's fast, if nothing else, efficiency born from years of experience coming to the fore, and soon enough he's done. He marks the ebbing flow of energon with a grim little nod.]
There. That's most of the emergency work done. Fixing you up all the way's going to take quite a bit more work, but I just want to focus on getting you movable right now.
[He raises his head to look for Depth Charge.]
A couple welds to close that up, then when that other mech comes back, we ought to be able to transport you back to the medbay.
[He's going to proceed with those welds now, Max, and hope that the light and the smell aren't going to freak you out. If they do, he'll stop.]
[Fortress Maximus is silent at the observations. he doesn't even make another burst of static - what's the point? he's got no control over this.
it's pretty clear that he's /not/ going to end up dying here, that it won't be finished, but the worst of that urge has passed. he feels...numb, if anything. and not only from Ratchet's patch to his systems.
he does try to raise his helm, slightly, at the last comment - transport? with how damaged he /knows/ he is, that's not going to be very easy...]
[From above Depth Charge comes; he flies down, and transforms. Though he lands with a stumble -- kind of hard not to after you were just run over by a giant tank -- he still looks confident enough as he turns his head to the Autobots.]
No enemies that I could see in the area. 'Cons included.
[Predacons or Decepticons. Didn't matter.]
Lookin' a little more lively there, Max. Good for you.
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...thick. dull.
but he can still feel it...vaguely. which is...enough. for now.
not like beforeFort Max is...relatively still, now. little more than dead weight. but to say that he's calm would be a lie; there's lingering anxiety, even with Ratchet's attempts. they've helped, but if anything, this is more a surrender to the inevitable than relaxation
and that only ever went so well]
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[ Ratchet nods in Depth Charge's direction, then turns back to Fort Max. At least he seems to have calmed down a bit. That will make his work much easier. He keeps speaking as he works, partially to keep Fort Max informed as to what's going on and partially also as a comfort tactic. ]
Right, so we're going to have to carry you back to the Temple to fix most of your injuries [and here he carefully does not glance over at the other mech's wrecked knees, no he does not ] but if we're going to do that, leaving a trail of energon behind us is probably a bad idea. Plus, I'd like to keep your fluids inside your frame if possible.
[ Have a little, innocuous shoulder pat, just to prime you for further contact, Max. ]
I'm going to have to reach in here to get to the lines to clamp them, okay? I've blocked the pain, but the rest of the sensation's still there, so it's going to feel strange. No pinching, but definitely some pressure and scraping. Just try to hold on, alright? In three, two, one--
[ Ratchet pries Fort Max's plating apart just a bit more, enough that he can reach in and tie off the major leaking lines. He's trying to rush, so he doesn't really take stock of what he's clamping, just that if it's broken, it gets tied off. ]
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he's used to at least one other
nursemedicdroning ontalking at him while repairs, and that may be partially why he remains subdued. there /is/ an imperceptible flinch at the pat on his shoulder - probably more felt than seen, by Ratchet - and some shifting as the medic gets to work.and while what energon he's already bled out hardly /vanishes/, the flow ebbs.]
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There. That's most of the emergency work done. Fixing you up all the way's going to take quite a bit more work, but I just want to focus on getting you movable right now.
[He raises his head to look for Depth Charge.]
A couple welds to close that up, then when that other mech comes back, we ought to be able to transport you back to the medbay.
[He's going to proceed with those welds now, Max, and hope that the light and the smell aren't going to freak you out. If they do, he'll stop.]
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it's pretty clear that he's /not/ going to end up dying here, that it won't be finished, but the worst of that urge has passed. he feels...numb, if anything. and not only from Ratchet's patch to his systems.
he does try to raise his helm, slightly, at the last comment - transport? with how damaged he /knows/ he is, that's not going to be very easy...]
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No enemies that I could see in the area. 'Cons included.
[Predacons or Decepticons. Didn't matter.]
Lookin' a little more lively there, Max. Good for you.