voice;

[sciencetank]

[Contrary to his previous postings, this time, Perceptor sounds rather harried.]

Yes, it would seem I've been tasked with a rather unpleasant notification...

Regardless, Commander Ultra Magnus wished me to inform the lot of you that he has, somehow, managed to subdue the Decepticon known as "Overlord", and, exceptionally pretentious title aside, wished the denizens of the Haven to be notified.

[There are some tapping noises, as he's apparently working on something while he makes this announcement.]

He is currently in the process of returning the casualties and wounded to the local medical bay. Any medical staff currently in residence are asked to prepare both themselves and their equipment as speedily as possible.

... which, I suppose includes myself. So if someone would be so kind as to ah, point me in the general direction...



((ooc: with permission from Magnus and Overlord's muns :|b))

Comments

[vandalization]

... Who?

Yes, the medic. He's not picking up his comm.

[sciencetank]

Ah. Hm... let me see. Several designations I'm unfamiliar with. A... Fracas, a Wheeljack. A Kagerou and a McCrane.

[Perceptor you sound so calm about all of this.]

That's certainly disconcerting. However, I'm on my way for whatever assistance I can provide.

[vandalization]

O-oh fuck... no. No- god damn it.

Can you? I mean are you a medic or-


Fucking hell it's just me and Ambulon here.

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[thehardway]

Vandal. He is a scientist. He is there to help you.

You are not alone.

When I am done here, I will go look for First Aid. You must continue to work.

[vandalization]

Okay...

Alright. I just-

My friends.

Please do I fee like something bad happened.

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[thehardway]

I know.

I couldn't bring them all back to you. I accept that responsibility.

[vandalization]

Good because I fucking blame you.

[ She's just upset and saying things she doesn't mean, Magnus. Sorry. ]

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[thehardway]

Accepted.

[No it's cool, he's already been blaming himself silently on all this.]

[sciencetank]

From what I understand, it's a far shorter list than it could have been.

[It's not as comforting as it probably sounds to him. But you tried, Perceptor.]

My designation is Perceptor, if that's of any comfort to you. The war on my Cybertron has forced many of us to dabble in areas we were not originally designed for. In my case, it includes medical training.

I'm no Ratchet, but I have seen my share of field repairs.

[vandalization]

Well let me fucking JUMP FOR GODDAMN JOY.

Okay. Fine. Whatever. If you can help, do it, because this place is going to be a fucking madhouse.

[sciencetank]

If that's what you wish to do, I certainly can't prevent you from doing so, though I don't see how that's terribly helpful right now.

I intend to. I'm en-route as we speak.

[vandalization]

It's called sarcasm. Fucking idiot.

Great. Oh.

And that was sarcasm too. Just hurry.

[sciencetank]

Sarcasm, answered with dry wit.

I am. A vehicular mode such as mine can only travel so quickly, but rest assured I am making haste.

[vandalization]

I really don't like you.

[sciencetank]

Provided that does not keep you from assisting in repairs, very well.

[vandalization]

It doesn't. Just stay out of my way.

[sciencetank]

Difficult to do, considering the conditions approaching. However, I intend to keep things as professional as possible.

Afterward, I have no qualms with compliance.

[vandalization]

Yeah okay whatever. Seriously? Just fuck off and do what you have to.

[sciencetank]

I intend to do the latter.

[vandalization]

Great. Go do that.

[sciencetank]

... Didn't I just say I was?

[vandalization]

[ Click. ]