NCC Medical Ward

The Crystal City repair bay is far larger than previous versions in Imperial Headquarters or Trypticon himself. Clearly it was designed by a medic, for a medic. The entire room is rectangular in nature with medical beds arranged in a neat grid pattern. The beds themselves vary, with some being precious little more than metal slabs, and others having full scanners and tools attached, as well as everything in between. In total, there are about twenty beds. There is room for more in an emergency situation. The cabinets line the walls, spaced out between medical terminals. Everything has a place, and organization is key. With battle mode being initiated, the huge windows are covered up as the bay is encased in metal for its own protection. Access can still be gained with the right codes, however. Red warning lights flash on and off.

Contents:

Scrapper

Arachnae

Bandit

Scrapper's Art <SA> - Fourteen Pieces

MSE CO OFFICE (Earth)

Gumby Medic <NCC>

Obvious exits:

South <S> leads to NCC Central Command.

Southeast <SE> leads to NCC Central Hub.

East <E> leads to Mount R'Lyeh.

Scrapper enters the medbay, not particularly looking at anything. he's just checking in to see if there's anythign here that he needs to do. If not, he'll go work on paperwork. Thrilling.

Long Haul is following Scrapper because he's putting off supply paperwork. Unfortunately, if Scrapper finds nothing to do, he'll have to go back to the paperwork, so Primus durn it, there'd better be something for Scrapper to do around here! So Long Haul can, uhm, help. Somehow.

Two seekers are standing around a table with puzzled looks on their faces. "I don't know if we are gonna be able to do this.....I am not sure.....it seemed so simple when Soundwave explained it to us...but his systems are in such dire need of repair...and the newer model is not compatible with his older circuitry......this is going to be damn near impossible to do..." The other seeker shrugs "Ahh.....well I guess we have to give it the old college try.....I hope for Bandit's sake we are successful." With that they begin to open boxes of parts. A holopad displays a new style jet's blueprints from which to go from. It is based on the Russian S-37 advanced fighter.

Scrapper spies a few gumby Seekers doing prep work on...something. So he decides to go investigate. After all, when stuff gets screwed up here, Scrapper gets yelled at, and Scrapper doesn't like being yelled at. So he paces on over to them and pokes his nosy lack-of-nose into the conversation. "And just what is going on here?"

But Scrapper gets yelled at by his brothers on a regular basis! Oh, that's probably something different. The supply officer follows Scrapper and stiffles a sigh at the number of parts the seekers have pulled out. More stuff that /he'll/ have to replace later.

@T The first seeker pauses as he holds up a gyro. "Wow....this is nice....I wish I was getting this upgrade...." the other one just nods his head. He is concentrating really hard, trying to decipher the instructions. "I just don't know......look at the way this is supposed to be wired. We have to find a way to re-route the systems without damaging his personality matrix. Hrmmm....let me try this." he takes the head of Bandit and attaches it to one of the central processors....just then Bandit's optics come on-line...."AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he yells. At that moment the seeker drops him on the floor and sparks fly as the seekers optics go dim once again.

Gumbies Seekers are ignoring Scrapper? Gumby Seekers are ignoring Scrapper. Ahem. The Constructicon pushes the two Seeker-medics away and picks up the severed head. He places it gently back on the operating table, not because he cares about the patient but because he cares about doing a job right. Usually. Hmm, unqualified Seeker-medics trying to fix a different Seeker. Now, where has this happened before? Scrapper stares levelly at the nearer of the two Seekers and says slowly, as if speaking to someone not too bright, "I'll takeover or supervise here as needed, as you two clearly don't know what you're doing here. Long Haul, assist." Sure, Long Haul's probably worse than the two gumby Seekers, but nepotism is fun.

Long Haul gives Scrapper a... look. Because he doesn't really have a face to make expressions with. But something about his body stance says, "You want /me/ to help?!" In kind of a shocked body-language-ish tone. And sure, Long Haul doesn't know thing one about repair work, besides the fact that it usually results in him having to replace the expended parts, but hey! Assisting is /not/ actually hauling, which means, while it's not as good as fighting, it's better than work. "Sure," he answers oft-handedly after he reaches these conclusions, heading for the table.

Scrapper nods to Long Haul and replies, "Of course!" He sets down his still shiny new toolkit down on a nearby table and opens it up. Then he paces back to the patient and continues, "You can start by passing me the medical scanner."

The seeker almost jumps out of his wings as Scrapper addresses him. "Y-y-yes sir.....this is a bit more advanced a project than we had originally thought." he pauses "But we were trying our best to follow Soundwave's orders to restore Bandit to functionality.....err make him better even." The other seeker decides to pipe in "Sir we were to re-create him to these specifications" he shows him the holovid. "It is a newer model, that has yet to be tested.....we have gathered all the appropriate parts, but we are not sure how to overcome some of the compatibility issues. I think I may have already done some harm to his personality matrix.

Long Haul may not know how to operate one, but he knows what a scanner looks like! He picks one off the shelf and heads back over to the table, reflecting, with annoyance, that he's somehow right back to carrying stuff around for other people.

Scrapper resists saying, 'We'll fix it in software,' right off the bat. If there is a hardware way to fix it, he'd much prefer that, but as Scrapper pokes at the parts they've assembled and examines the plans, he reaches a conclusion that there's no good hardware way to resolve this issue. Soundwave? Bah. No wonder this isn't working. Finally, Scrapper does say, "We'll fix it in software." And then he starts composing a list of drivers and software patches for Long Haul to track down.

The two nod and return to organizing all of the parts neatly on the table. They pick up Bandits head off of the floor and return it to the main table. After doing so they take a step back to let the real master do his handywork. "Sir whatever you need us to do...just let us know. It will be a great learning oportunity...."

Long Haul accepts the list, optic band glinting in irritation. He looks over the list. "This'll prolly take awhile. I just can't get whatever organizational scheme they're using in the filing here." He would go and organize them proper, but frankly, he's intimidated by the current system. Of course, if someone were to call him a coward for avoiding it he'd be at those filing systems in a gate-clock!

Scrapper just told Hook to ask Mixmaster about taking over organization, so he's not terribly likely to ask Long Haul to do it. He sighs and gestures to one of the Seekers. "Help him out with finding those drivers. Two looking will do it quicker than one." Theoretically. Scrapper tells the other one, "Get out a set of wire snips and clean up those ends," he points at the messy lines trailing from the head, "but mind that you leave enough." He sets to assembling the new parts. Better have the body ready before they try to attach the head. It'd be rather traumatic for the patient to accidentally wake up and have no limbs. Again.

Long Haul trudges over to the nearest terminal, list in hand, to begin the task of searching for the appropriate drivers. This is not an easy task, as the computer's organizational file tree is haphazard at best. He tries to tell himself that even this is better than hauling, but really, now he's just down to hauling software instead of equipment, so it's back down to same old, same old. He grumbles quietly to himself as sorts though the lists.

Number one nods his head and makes his way to Long Haul. "Just tell me what I need to do sir...I am at your complete disposal." he looks so eager to help. It could be taken pleasantly...or it can be really annoying. He leans over Long Hauls shoulder to take a peek.

Number two, begins to take out some instruments from a nearby drawer. He hooks up one of the tools to a small tube, that is connected to a central pump in the wall. With the touch of a button, small semi-corrosive liquid sprays out in a jet, and then with a tweak of the nozzle, it changes from stream to conical and back. He takes the instrumebt and begins the arduous process of cleaing out all of Bandits circuits. "I don't think I have ever seen this severe a case of carbon buildup. What did he do....take a dip in 'maaagma' ???" he asks.

Long Haul enjoys disposing of Seekers! He looks up at the other and shows him the datapad. "We're lookin' for these programs." Then he slams the datapad down far harder than he needs to next to his terminal, so that it sits between his and another one. He points at the terminal and says bluntly, "Start lookin'. When you find one, upload it inta the datapad. Easy, right?" Well, aside from the computer system's horrid file scheme. "The search functions won't do you much good... if you're lucky, the might point you in the right area. Or if you can think of the right keyword, but y'gotta be pretty warped to come up with the keywords that'll work..."

Scrapper doesn't actually know, but he likes to maintain an illusion of authority, so he quickly paces over to a medical terminal, calls up the casefile, after quietly cursing at the organization system, and answers, "Exploding spaceships are hazardous to one's health, apparently." Scrapper honestly sounds sadder about the spaceship, too. Then, he returns to the table and takes stock of what the gumby Seeker is doing. Cleaning out circuitry, huh? Didn't he say to just clip the ends of the wires to clean up the ugly severed mess? Scrapper chides, "Be careful with that. Or better yet, just work on assembling the body, and I'll do that." The body's already pretty much assembled, anyway. The plans are right there, and it's just like complex LEGOs, really. Complex LEGOs where people die if they're assembled incorrectly.

One takes a seat next to Long haul and would roll his eyes if he had them. "That does not sound to re-assuring sir. But I will try my best...." he begins to punch up the proper search function and begins typing away. After a couple of minutes of effort, he seems engrossed totally in what he is doing. "Oh my goodness....I typed in XFDecepcore.exe and I got directed to some strange pictures of some femmebots....what the heck is this doing in here?" he looks totally surprised.

Number two nods his head. "Ouch...I didn't know that was his fate. Do you think we should bring his audio/vocals online sir?" he asks as he moves over to the body parts. "Ok ...this should be a little easier....most of the parts are new....so they fit together snugly. He is sure going to have an overhaul.....I hope he likes it when he wakes up....." he chuckles to himself.

Long Haul shakes his head. "For the sake of your sanity, don't think about things like that. Just keep searching. It's better that way." Like his brother, he's also pretty sad about the destruction of that spaceship. After all, he put a lot of work into that thing, too! Granted, most of it was done by carrying stuff, but he /is/ a Constructicon, and he /did/ construct!

"No!" Scrapper says very firmly, as he continues preparing the head for the new body. Now he's not talking like the Seeker's a dim bulb. Now he's talking like the Seeker is a disobedient pet, perhaps a turbofox that just scratched up his best chair. It's a good thing the Decepticons don't have newspaper, because Scrapper would be rolling one up right about now. "He's out for a reason, and we aren't going to mess with that right this minute. Turning on his audio/vocals right now will probably only cause more problems." He glances over at his brother and asks, with the hope of hopeless, "Any luck on the drivers and patches"

One toils away endlessly at the console. His fingers clicking away furiously. The pace is very fast. What this one lacks in technical savvy, he makes up for with his typing speed. "I have been able to find 2 of the files....but this is like going through a labyrinth where the exits change with every turn....." he shakes his head.

Number 2 takes his licking...and hurredly returns to doing as he was told....no more and no less. "Yes sir......sorry sir....." He takes another set of wires and begins to inspect its condition.

A low level voltage tickles Long Haul's vocalization unit, causing him to emit a low level growl. "The bad kind!" he responds. "Found a couple, but it's comin' slow. You know how this place is!" Then he suddenly looks up and away from the terminal screen, muttering, "I coulda gone my whole existance without seein' that." He taps a button and deletes whatever he was looking at before he's willing to go back to his work.

Scrapper looks satisfied that he has put the Fear of the Constructicon into the nearer Seeker and continues his work, occasionally looking up to see how the gumby Seeker is doing. He's going to have check over all that twice. Body shell assembly may be relatively simple, but getting the head to accept the new body will not be. He knows better than to ask how the software search is going again so soon after his last query, too.

Number one sits back in his chair taking a glance at Long Haul's screen. "You can say that again.....ewww..." he turns back to his screen and continues to type away. After a moment...."YES!!!!! another one.......woo hoo" he looks thoroughly pleased with himself.

Two, just continues to toil away. He pulls out a laser welder and begins to take the armor pieces and weld them together. It is like basically preparing the shells for all the goods to be put inside. He tries to move with a purpose...but he does not want to mess this up.

One is no doubt pleased with himself because actually finding files on this thing is quite an accomplishment, and Scrapper is wise not to pester Long Haul again so soon. The Supply Officer himself is as quick a typist as his own dexterity (not great) allows, simply out of practice. Yes, /most/ of his time is spent hauling, but a lot of supply work also revolves around filling out forms, so it's not like he doesn't spend enough of his time working a terminal. "Ah, hey! Someth-" he stops himself. Despite past assumptions, he really does respect Murpheytron's Law, and since right now the consequences are worse than taking a bit of mock damage, he's not going to tempt things by announcing that something went right for a change and he found three of the files in the same folder.

Scrapper finishes up with preparing the head, sets it down gently, and starts to check over Two's work very, very carefully. He still doesn't ask how Long Haul and One are doing, because as soon as he does, their brief streak of luck will run out. Never ask why, after all.

Two presents his handywork to Scrapper. "This is the new front breastplate section.....that seemed pretty easy." he motions to the reinforced pieces of the torso and legs "These however are more difficult. It seems the tolerance for these joints are microscopic. I am not sure if I am going to be able to get this into specifications on my own..."

One is on a roll now...he has found 2 more files and there are only a couple more to go. His nights spent surfing the internet, have finally paid off!!!

Long Haul covers his optic band once more and hits the delete button again before returning to work. "About finished here, Scrapper," he comments, the casualness of his tone belying the fact that he may well be scarred for life. "One more, I think... ha! There it is!" He uploads the rest of the files and snaps up the datapad before trudging back over to his brother. "Here ya go."

Scrapper finishes checking over the Two's work, making corrections when he finds errors. Unlike some Constructicons, he doesn't make a huge deal out of every little flaw, though. He just fixes them. The Constructicons says curtly, "I'll do the joints. You just hand me what I need when I ask for it." And he's going to hope to Primus that *he* can do it. Microscopic stuff is Hook's deal. Scrapper nods pleasantly to his brother, pleased that his lack of questioning has paid off in Murpheytron's Law not biting him in the skidplate.

Number one, rejoins number two and help him double their efforts. Two heads are always better than one, and it seems that this duo, together can get the superficial stuff accomplished. They make a mini assembly line, putting together what they can and passing the rest to Scrapper.

Long Haul assumes that Scrapper's talking to nameless seeker number two, since Long Haul wouldn't have attempted the joints to begin with. So he just stands by, ready to... probably run off and get stuff at a moment's notice. Ugh.

Bandit has disconnected.

Scrapper toggles up his magnification and works on the joints, taking a decent amount of time. He pauses to give them a quick test before installing them. They seem to work out, and the joints aren't the most critical thing here. The electrical system? The fuel tanks? The engines? The software? Yeah. If the joints are wrong, Bandit'll just come out of this a bit stiff. If the other things get botched, he might come out as a stiff. The dead kind. *Cough.*

He takes up the datapad, now loaded with the needed software and peruses the files, making sure they're all the right versions and they're all there. That doens, he downloads the needed software to Bandit, double-checked everything, and connects the head. Then he makes some very unscientfic entreaties to Murpheytron to please, please let this go right.

As for the Seekers, who displayed what was either ineptitude or disobedience, Scrapper fairly radiates a smirk, despite not having a mouth. "I've got a special assignment for you two. Assist Long Haul until assigned otherwise by an appropriate ranking officer." Surely, a fate worse than death, the way Long Haul complains.

Long Haul looks down at the still unconscious Seeker, than back up at Scrapper. Without a face, he has no need to surpress his grin. He waves a hand at his new seekers. "Yeah... c'mon you two. I got some paperwork I needja to get done."