re_alignment | [video] Such a new soul

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[video] Such a new soul

[The video starts with a rather grisly scene, there is a robot on the junk pile, oil leaking from a large gash in his shoulder, as he looks up the camera, oil also seeping from the corner of his mouth.]

Can someone tell me what this is? Is this what happens when we die?

[His speech is clear though a little slow as if he is searching for all the things to say, he also doesn’t move at all, though the wound is sparking dangerously.]

I don’t think I was good enough to go anywhere nice when I died. Is this some kind of strange kind of dream? I don’t suppose the kid, the Boss, is here, is he?

[He looks quite pitiful in his own way, though he is holding himself a proudly as he can, slowly dying on the junk pile.]

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Yeah, not... going anywhere.

[He can hear the human, looking toward the direction the voice came from.]

Over here.

[At the sound of his voice, Sissel hurries over and...wow, you are huge. Don't mind him wondering where he's even going to start.]

Okay.

I can at least stabilize you...

[He has to.]

[It's alright, he is still remembering how tiny humans are.]

That would help... a lot. Just don't get hurt, okay?

[He is well aware the injury isn't the safest place for humans to be, but he also wants to live.]

I wouldn't worry about that too much. I've been through a lot worse.

[Like death.]

We should probably seal those pipes up...

[He scans the junk pile, finding a sheet. Not the most effective tool, but you work with what you got, at least until he finds something better.]

[Wing is powering over the Junk Pile as fast as he can, following his sensor readings, the jet's engines a high keen as he crests the mounds of junk and comes within sight. He banks hard, thrusters and airbrakes slowing him enough that he can switch to root mode and hit the ground at a jog. He notices Sissel then and slows, throwing his hands up and out in a peaceful gesture.]

I came to help him. Are you a medic?

[He looks to the Chieftain.] You're still with us, good.

[He actually has no idea how to repair himself so he can't offer any kind of help or advice. He looks up at the sound of engines, hoping he will have enough strength to protect the human if this turns out to be an attack.

When Wing arrives he relaxes again, making a small sound, similar to a snort, when he is pointed out for still being alive.]

I... the kid contacted me, he seemed upset that I was hurt so I can't just die now, that would be uncool.

[Sissel turns up to see the jet approaching, unsure how to even react to this. It could be either very good or very bad...He wasn't so much worried about himself as he was Chieftain. It would be very hard to protect him.

But when the airbrakes thrust and change him into his robotic state, that head tilts up even more, that blank look still on his face.]

Nothing close. But I couldn't leave him here.

[A glance to Chieftain.]

He's going to need professional help. Is there a hospital here?

[Wing is wishing the video link could communicate scale a little better, because wow, this mech is BIG. Easily three times Wing's size, who is pretty small as Cybertronian jets go.]

[He nods at Sissel, always happy to see others willing to help strangers in need.]

I am not much better sadly. I can do very basic Cybertronian field triage... [He looks the Chieftain over again] We'll just have to adapt it for this. There's a medibay yes, but we need to stabilize him first, then figure out how to move him.

[He moves over to other mech.] You're a survivor then, good. Just stay with us alright?

We need to stop the fluid loss by crimping these lines. Ah--I'm sorry, I don't know your name--See if you can stem the flow of that one, while I work on this one... I'm Wing, by the way.

[Chieftain is unsurprised at how small Wing is, but that is what happens when you are much larger then the other robots that exist in your world.]

If I can get sealed up I might be able to fly myself.

[He didn't trust a walk to be quick, but a short fight he might be able to pull of, though the results may not be all that pretty.]

I will, he seems to want me around, so I'll do what I can to stay.

[He did his best to remain completely still and allow both of them to work in the space without things moving on them.]

[Sounded like a plan to him. He immediately went to work on crimping the line Wing had gestured to, maybe taking a peek in ghost vision to see where all the leaks were. They were pretty numerous, but with the right pressure, they could be blocked off.

His hands are...surprisingly strong, being able to bend the metal with some effort.]

My name's Sissel. Odd place to say this, but nice to meet you Wing.

That's good to hear Chieftain. We're actually not that far from the Medibay at Solus's temple.

[Wing is pretty sure humans aren't usually that strong. But then, he's not sure everyone here who looks human actually is so...]

It is odd but also fortunate I'd say, so well met Sissel.

[He finds a line that's shredded instead of cut so he thinks he can save it. He pulls a small field repair kit from his subspace and retrieves a roll of patch tape, using it to bind the line and seal the leak. He looks up at the trickle of fluid from the mech's mouth.]

I'm worried about internal injuries. Chieftain, do you feel pain anywhere else? Or numbness?

[He just watches and listens to them for the time being, that is until Wing address him directly.]

I don't think I understand your question...

[Pain was present in a lot of points in his body, but head been fighting for a while. The numbness though, that didn't really translate right for him.]

I think my shoulder is the only place I'm losing any large amount of oil from... is that what you are talking about?

[Sissel gives a nod to Wing, focusing on his work before turning to Chieftain to address his question. Numbness...he wondered if he felt that at any point during his death... Not that it really mattered, but--]

Here, I'm going to gently press on parts of your body. And you tell me if you can feel it.

[He heads to the bot's arm, pressing down onto it.]

How about there.

[He nods as Sissel works, finishing up the patching or crimping of all the leaking lines.]

I don't know how your mechanophysiology differs from ours, but numbness can occur when the area is not receiving proper fuel exchange. The same with stiffness--hydraulics, or high temperatures--usually coolant. Such signs may tell us of a broken or blocked line that we cannot see.

You have an operating system yes? Does it send you any kind of error messaging?

[He tries to ignore the urge to turn his head to look at Sissel.]

Some, many of the wire bundles that connect to those sensors passed through my shoulder and were severed in the hit.

[He then looks up the information Wing requested.]

I'm receiving some errors for severed lines below the bottom of opening caused by the hit. There are low priority errors for some damaged sensors in paneling for my arms and legs, but no line damage.

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[video] Such a new soul

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