IHQ Med Bay

The new Med Bay is large enough to house all the wounded that could result from battles against the Autobots. Near the entrance, there are a series of benches for patients awaiting treatment. Advanced medtables line the sides of the room in symetrical rows while surgery is located within the central area. In the ceiling are several crane mechanisms to assist medics in moving larger Decepticons, each one highly articulated and built to withstand the strain of lifting even Devastator. The room's floor, walls, and ceiling are fitted with forceshield generators to contain those that are too injured to return to duty, possible contaminants, and also are set to automatically engage to protect the room from combat damage. The room is immaculately clean, carries a glossy shine, and always smells of disinfectants, giving off the air of a proper medical bay. To the rear are the airlock doors that lead to the Laboratory.

Contents:

Gumby Medic <IHQ>

Med-Comm

Medical Rules

Obvious exits:

East <E> leads to IHQ Laboratory.

West <W> leads to IHQ Central Chamber.

Verdant arrives from the IHQ Central Chamber to the west.

Verdant has arrived.

Long Haul plods in, several large boxes in arms. The load is considerable, but he handles it with ease. Although his face, such as it is, does not really allow for expression, somehow he manages to radiate discontent anyway. He drops the load of supplies heavily and wrenches open a cabinet, placing the various parts where they belong. Does he have any idea what they do? No. Does he need to in order to sort them? No. Especially given as this places supply rooms are not as wildly set up as the ones on Earth. His movements are harsh, but somehow he manages to stay just shy of breaking any of the sensitive equipment.

Verdant visibly winces as the bulky green Decepticon sorts through the equipment. To see anyone act so roughly with such delicate equipment is almost painful to him, but he isn't about to aggitate the fellow by pointing it out.

Long Haul finishes and slams shut the cabinet, looking around warily as he does. He spots a green seeker watching him and cringing. Here he thought Seekers tended towards blue, but there seemed to be an awful lot of these greenies running about! But that's fine... green’s a good color, although this one isn't as good a green as the hauler himself was. Different wing-style, too. Hmph. "What?!" he finally demands.

Verdant says, "You... you were handling that equipment oftly roughly. It's rather delicate." There is a certain...unease in the seeker's voice, as though he feared that by speaking up he was incurring personal danger.

Long Haul waves a hand dismissively. "It'll survive. Handling scrap like this's been my job for longer than I remember." Now, had Verdant been sporting /lime/ green Long Haul would have probably snapped back at him for speaking, and he might, possibly, have been incurring personal (but repairable) danger, but he's a bit calmer with those who aren't family. Unless, of course, they are insulting family instead.

Verdant seems to relax slightly, though it's pretty clear nervous is a natural state of being for this seeker. This relaxation gives him a chance to examine the lime-green fellow more carefully, and what he sees surprises him. "Decepticons with wheels," he says. "I have been in stasis a long time."

Scrapper arrives from the IHQ Central Chamber to the west.

Scrapper has arrived.

Long Haul's optic band flickers in surprise. "Well, of COURSE I got wheels! I'm a CONSTRUCTICON!" Not too long ago he got asked which of the Construcitcons was Long Haul, and now THIS? It was too much. He makes something of a growling noise and shakes his head.

Recognition seems to filter past Verdant's optics. The Constructicons. He has heard of them, but never actualy met any of them. "I am...sorry," he says. "I meant no offense."

Scrapper is still in that low-level bad mood he's been in ever since a) that silly Seeker insulted him and his brothers and b) he started living under fear of losing his face. Yes, some people lose face metaphorically, but Scrapper might actually get his physically removed if he's not lucky. He stalks into the medbay and glances around, rather hoping to not see anyone who might cause him trouble.

Long Haul mutters, "Believe me, I'm used to it." With that he begins to plod past the other, looking to push past him roughly if the seeker doesn't get out of his way, but as he pulls up next to him he looks up at the seeker, turning his featureless face at him. Size, of course, does not intimidate the dump-truck former, and he can actually take most seekers one on one - never mind that this one looks like a pushover anyway. "Whaddaya doin' in here, anyway?" he snaps. He may be a supply officer rather than a technician, but still, he was MSE (no matter how much he longed to be in Mil Ops), making medical at least partially his turf.

Long Haul has not yet noticed Scrapper's arrival, by the way.

<OOC> Scrapper is just that sneaky!

Verdant says, "I have only been recently reactivated." He indicates his chest and wings. "And modified as well and am currently awaiting my assignment. Not that anyone has bothered to tell me where I'm going, but I am used to being ignored."

Had Long Haul real eyes, he'd roll them. Instead he just tilts his head ceilingward briefly in a movement that brings to mind the act anyway. "What, and you don't know how to check a duty roster yourself?" Consideration for the fact that technology has probably changed since the green seeker was put into status? Naw. He stomps towards a terminal, finally spotting his brother. Before Scrapper can say anything, he shouts, "I'll get back to it in a moment! I've just got this nob to take care of!" With that he turns back to Verdant. "Name?" he snaps.

"Verdant," he says quickly, again seeming to fear physical violence. It seems things haven't much changed since he was last active. People still yell at him.

Scrapper takes in the scene, noting his dump truck brother and yet another Seeker. So much for getting a bit of quiet, soothing, repetitive work in to calm himself. he scowls and protests, "Hey, I didn't say anything!" Although he could probably figure out some busy work for Long Haul. Like this. Scrapper gestures, yanking a thumb back at the Seeker, and asks Long Haul, quite as if the Seeker isn't there, "What does that one want?"

If Verdant is bothered by being talked about like he's not there, he doesn't show it. Despite being a seeker, he is well aware that he isn't especially powerful and takes great care to avoid causing offense.

"Just woke up," answers Long Haul without bothering to look up from the terminal that he's working on. Looks like the search routines aren't /quite/ as messed up as before. Some poor tech's probably been trying to untangle the web of Mixmaster's computer filing system. "Doesn't know where he's assigned." Finally the dump truck pulls up the file. "Verdant. Oh." He pauses. "Another MSE Seeker after all." Another pauses and the Constructicon's head snaps towards Verdant. "BOTANIST?!?"

If Verdant could have blushed, he would have. As far as he knew, he was possibly the only Decepticon botanist in existance. The mere mention of his function usally resulted in much hilarity amongst others. He was used to it.

Scrapper looks at Verdant with a bit more scrutiny now. He's in MSE? Well, at least he's the right colour, even if he isn't the lovely green that the Constructicons are. And he's a...what? Instead of asking for clarification, Scrapper rifles through supply cabinets, finds a capacitor, mimes charging it, and tosses it at Verdant. The Seeker's reaction ought to tell Scrapper the pertinent details. Yeah. Scrapper's not in a good mood.

Scrapper succeeds in grasping Verdant, throwing him off-balance.

Verdant catches the capacitor on the rebound, though it is a clumsy and unskilled affair. He looks at it as those he's never seen anything like it before. And then realization dawns. Neither Constructicon knew what a botanist was. "I am afraid," he says, "that I've no idea what to do with this."

Here Long Haul wants nothing more in all the universe than to be a warrior, and here we have a seeker, a being BUILT to be a warrior, and he's turned aside it for... BOTANY? "Uh- I- e- GHA!" he finally shouts. Then he sees Scrapper's thrown capacitor hit the seeker (he may not understand the principles behind them, but he still knows they sting when they hit) and gets an idea why. But still, it's irritating. If a damned seeker can be a BOTANIST, why can't he be a warrior? He growls and turns back to the file. "Yer assigned to Earth." Makes sense. After all, there's a lot more botanizing to be done on that planet...

"They named a planet after soil?" Verdant asks. "Most curious."

Long Haul picks the capacitor out of Verdant's hand - it's obviously gone de-stingy if he's handling it like that, right? - and casually throws it back at his brother. Not gently - it'll probably be unusable. "They named it that 'cause it's a mudball, I think." Hey, the logic works for him! "I've gotta make a run there shortly here, so I can show you how to get there. We gotta whole city on the planet." And by 'we' he means 'The Constructicons'. It was THEIR city. But he doesn't mention it out loud.

Scrapper evades your grasp attack.

Scrapper stares at Verdant levelly. He caught it? He caught it. Oii. What kind of boltheads are they letting into MSE these days? Don't answer that. The Constructicon sighs and shakes his head, glancing sideways at Long Haul. Scrapper says slowly, as if speaking to a prototype, "That was a capacitor. They're good for discharging a lot of electricity, fast. Had that been charged, you would have been badly shocked. Rule of thumb, Verdant? If someone throws something in MSE, get out of the way. You'll live longer, and I'll have less paperwork to fill out." As if to prove his point, he neatly half-turns and lets the capacitor sail by when his brother throws it back.

"I shall endevor to keep that in mind," Verdant says. Oh, how this brought back memories. He'd scraped through the War Academy, being tossed out at near the bottom of his class and was basically deemed fit only for cannon fodder. The constant tests by the others, the taunts, the desire to see just what another could take... it was all very unpleasant. He was so fortunate he'd been able to prove his skills elsewhere and become a field of one. He didn't need t compete with anyone but himself.

We may be a bunch of medics and techs here (well, except Long Haul), but that doesn't mean we're weenies! (Well, except Verdant). The supply runner crosses his arms and shakes his head. Oy. And this one had been intended to be a warrior. It was... it was leakin' insulting, is what it was! Finally he demands,

"Y'got any belongings or scrap you needa bring with you, or are you ready to go?" Of course, Long Haul would still have to pick up a load of supplies first, but now he could make this geeky seeker help him! Life was... well, not good. But slightly less wretched than before.

Verdant shakes his head. "I've nothing. Any belongings I may have had are likely long gone," he says. It was quite clear that this Constructicon didn't think much of him, but that wasn't surprising. Most Decepticon technicians and scientists turned into building machines or equipment, but he, he was a seeker. He was supposed to soar in the sky and bring vengence down upon the Autobots. ...Verdant would rather be doing anything else. His idea of combat was to shoot and vaguely hope that he hit something and did not get blown to scrap. Hopefully, on this "Earth" he'd never have to do much fighting.

Scrapper notes that Long Haul seems to have the situation well in hand. If in doubt, make the newbie carry stuff. Hmm. Better not think what that implies about Long Haul. Maybe Scrapper will be able to get some work done, then!

So Verdant hopes he won't have to do much fighting on Earth? Boy, is he in for a shock! "All right, then. C'mon. I gotta grab a load of supplies to bring back to Earth this trip, and you may as well help."

Verdant nods slightly. "All... all right," he says. There was something he wasn't quite certain he liked about this Long Haul. Not that he wasn't used to abuse by this point in his life. But what, exactly, could he have against him? He'd never done anything to him, as far as he knew. He'd never really done much of anything to anybody, really, unless you counted the Autobots, and really, who did that? Silly creatures, so insistent on getting in the way of progress and the weeding out of the less fit.

*Spinny!*

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'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.

Verdant arrives from the NCC Central Hub to the southeast.

Verdant has arrived.

Long Haul plods into medical carrying his load. He once more slams the boxes down in front of a set of cabinets in the corner, but this time doesn't go about sorting them out. He looks at the other, and if he could smirk, he probably would, but instead he just watches Verdant with his featureless face.

Verdant moves awkwardly with his load, having been unnerved by the space bridge travel and not having a moment to compose himself. There is something about this place that fee... wrong, somehow, unnatural. In fact, he feels as though he is being watched by something more than simply security. "What is this place?" he says.

There's a hint of pride in Long Haul's voice as he answers, "New Crystal City! The greatest city on this mudball... but of course, it's also the only one designed by Scrapper and built by the Constructicons, so that's pretty much a given." Yes, the supply officer is bragging, but why not? NCC is one of the Constructicons' crowning achievements, and even the disgruntled transporter can appreciate that! He points to the pile of boxes. "Go ahead and put it there. If you wanna try to put that stuff away, you can, but I won't do it here. Can't make sense of their filing system."

Verdant does as he's asked and puts the stuff down with as much care as his unwieldy load can allow. He actually allows himself a small smile as Long Haul boasts. Perhaps there is more to him than a poor attitude after all. Still, if the size of this city is any judge, it would have to have overtaken whatever landmass it was situated on. That meant the destruction of numerous plants. Such makes Verdant sad, but what's done is done and complaining would likely only get him shot.

"Anyway," Long Haul goes on, sounding a bit bored, "This is the medical ward and lab for New Crystal City. As MSE, you'll prolly be doin' most your work out of here, anyway. Scrapper you've met, he's our High Command liason. Commander of MSE is Arachnae. Female type mechanoid, blue, flappy wings, green eyes, and kinda creepy. She's kind of a semi-Sweep or somethin'." It doesn't seem to occur to Long Haul that Verdant might not know what a Sweep is. "XO's Mixmaster. Annoying nutcase, but he's also my brother. S'not as bad as Hook for annoying, anyway. It would prob'ly make more sense to make Hook XO, but no one with any rank wants to put up with him for that long."

"I see," Verdant says, not entirely keeping up with the names and terminology, but filing it all away for further reference. So much thrown at him at once and he'd barely been reactivated. It was, he realizes, the Decepticon way. If you can't keep up, you are slag. Survival of the fittest. A philosophy he approves of, even if his own definiton of 'fittest' is to step as much out of the way as possible. Still, a new world to explore, likely teeming with botanical life. Provided he didn't get shot at too much, he could actually be happy here.

Long Haul waves a hand absently. "Anyway... I've got more work to do elsewhere." He gestures to a terminal. "Y'might wanna read up on what's going on." He still doesn't seem to have bothered about changes in technology. "Or just ask someone. Like another seeker. Lotsa them around..." With that he plods off, returning to his duties, unpleasant though they are.