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Homecoming

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               The trip back to Kaon had been easier than actually arriving and stepping over the corpses lining the street to enter the medical clinic. A few of the frames gasped, reaching for thin legs--apparently not all were deceased yet, but soon would be. The rust coating their frames had nearly made him smirk, mock their agony as their spark closed in on burning out completely, but he had more pressing matters at servo.

               The clinic was dreary and filthy, as was everything in the city, but it was home and held the one Decepticon he was eager to return to. He passed through the waiting room like a ghost, slipping into the surgical area and closing the door behind him.

               “I’m home and I bring news.”

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rules-and-protocol replied to your post “Can we all just acknowledge that I never expected any of this happen.”

//Neither did any one else lol

I mean, it is working in Drive By and Flatline’s favor but damn.

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Can we all just acknowledge that I never expected any of this happen.

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It had been a long day for Prowl.  He hadn’t eaten in well over a day and his perspective on everything he thought he knew had been jostled.  He felt stone cold and his spark hurt as he walked the holding cells before getting to the last cell.  

“You’re free to go,” stated Prowl as he handed the data pad to the mech. “But there are restrictions – You will not purposefully infect any one should your infection come back and you are to report to a medic at Iacon General once a month to ensure you remain clear of infection.”  

Prowl right now couldn’t care less if the infected mecha decided to agree to these terms or not. He remained at the cell door waiting for the mech to get up and get out.  He had work to do.

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               His gaze moved from the datapad to the officer, taking in his appearance. This wasn’t fun anymore. He didn’t do this, the officer--an Autobot that should have been torturing him for information, telling him how he would spend the rest of his function behind bars, he should have been gloating. Drive By could have handled that, but whatever this was? This wasn’t something he could handle.

               “The strain I came here with was non-contagious. We wanted to scare your people, show them that we haven’t forgotten what was happening when we lost the war. How our people were treated, even the drones. We wanted to show you that you weren’t safe, you would never be safe.”

               He rose from the bunk and moved to the Enforcer, movements akin to a feline--slow and graceful, and smooth. He opened his subspace and pulled out a small energon cube, the color was off a bit and obviously a low grade. He placed it in the officer’s servo, then walked past him--not a peace offering but a reminder, he didn’t like his enemy weakened, it ruined the thrill of defeat.

               “Tell the pretty medic I’ll be back in month. And if you’re ever in Kaon, Prowl, you should stop by for a visit.”

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               He has been in this cell for well over a week with no visitors. Aside from that bounty hunter and a short comm conversation with Triage. He’s bored and regrettably lonely. Can he go home yet? At least get some fresh air? An attempt rescue? Anything? No?

               Well, maybe the entire cell block will enjoy him violently kicking at the bars of his cell then.

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weaponized-defibrillator:

:: Look I’m a medic.  If you can be saved, I am going to do my best to save you,  and you still have a chance of not going to jail.  it all depends on how the trial goes.  I’m not going to kill you because you don’t want to serve your time. ::

No one was happy living the rest of their lives in a cell - but if Drive-by was going to commit crimes then he had to be ready to do the time.  Though recently jurors were lenient toward most - tensions were still high and depending on when he was infected a good lawyer could defend him with a simple “He was just reaching out for help - he couldn’t help it that the infection got passed”.  THere was still a chance that the other could walk mostly free - through probably with restrictions. 

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               He felt as though the medic had been mocking him--it wasn’t his time to serve. The plan had ultimately failed, he’d been following orders from the Decepticon that currently held his leash, he was angry at the state of his planet--but mentioning this seemed almost childish, and so he vented and paced the small distance between the walls of his cell.

               {:: I’m already imprisoned, Triage. Do you truly believe they even intend on giving me a fair trial? You put a great deal of trust in your government, considering that it’s predecessor is the one that commissioned me in the first place. Look at the state of this revived planet for a moment, look who leads it and who doesn’t, and tell me that old prejudice aren’t still engraved in the processors of the people. ::}

               {:: Look around your workplace, the government buildings, anything that isn’t the streets or Kaon--how many Decepticons do you see compared to Autobots? Turncoats don’t count. ::}

               {:: I’m not looking for a fair trial. I’m not afraid to be a prisoner, I’ve been once before, probably long before your creation, Triage, to far sinister forces than the Enforcers. I am a war criminal that lacks remorse in his actions--past and present--and fully expect to be swept under the rug. ::}

               {:: No matter. I will look into other options. ::}

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weaponized-defibrillator:

:: Mercy killings? ::

He hadn’t expected such a question to come out of anyones vocoder.  They had endured so much - gone to the brink if extinction and they were finally healing more than they were dieing.

:: I personally will not kill a patient if asked out right. ::

Triage would let patients slip if they were terminal and keeping them functioning was far too painful.  Though even then Triage had a set of requirements, they had to be at peace, have said their peace to their loved ones, and just generally have accepted death.  

:: Why do you ask? :: 

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               He was quiet for another moment, not entirely surprised by the Autobot’s response. His frame had twisted off the bunk in cell and the speedster paced, back and forth.

               {:: Why not? Why would you let them suffer if there’s nothing you could do for them? When a clean, quick death is easier on both you and them? Are you afraid, Triage? There is nothing fundamentally wrong with being afraid to kill, to go against your primary function. ::}

               Drive-By worked over the question asked to him; he knew the answer but needed to word it correctly. They weren’t friends or even allies, and Drive-By had openly attempted to infect Iacon with disease not long ago.

               {:: I don’t want a public execution nor would I be happy in a cell for the rest of my function. ::}

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{:: Medic, I have an inquiry when you have the time. ::}

Triage had only just sat down in his office to check his messages.  

:: What is your question? :: 

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               Drive-By hadn’t expected the medic to actually answer him, so it took a few moments for him to sort through the words that swam and twisted in his processor.

               {:: How do you feel about... mercy killings? I know that Decepticon medics excel at them, will perform such acts upon request of a patient or prisoner. Do Autobot medics as well or are among those that believe all life should be cherished and everyone can be saved? ::}

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◢I'm going to kill you.◣

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               He was snickering from his bunk, where he had been perched on the edge of like some grotesque gargoyle. He opened his side of the comm and spoke in a quiet tone.

               {:: You don’t scare me, Hunter. I would gut you before you had the chance and we both know it. ::}

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*Keeps an eye on him from afar*

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               He wasn’t doing much of anything: just perched on the edge of his bunk, heels rested against the cool metal. His optics, fiery and curious, watching past bars as officers strolled about outside of his cell. However, he did hope that the little orange heathen is having fun spying on him.

               And if he were brave enough, Drive By was more than willing to chat him up.

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Chatting with Wheelie, probably not the best idea unless someone enjoyed cockiness.

“I dunno what bounty hunter lucked out and brought ya in. But hey. You’re behind bars now. I’m just sorry I didn’t earn whatever was placed on your head.”

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               “I won’t be for long, I’m sure--though I’ll be happy to inform you that it wasn’t a bounty hunter at all.” He hummed, watching the mech with amusement shining behind crimson optics. “Don’t even have a bounty on my head. There’d need to be survivors for that, people angry that I still function. I’d be a terrible assassin to allow that to happen.”

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*Keeps an eye on him from afar*

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               He wasn’t doing much of anything: just perched on the edge of his bunk, heels rested against the cool metal. His optics, fiery and curious, watching past bars as officers strolled about outside of his cell. However, he did hope that the little orange heathen is having fun spying on him.

               And if he were brave enough, Drive By was more than willing to chat him up.

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weaponized-defibrillator:

“I can be if you want,” offered Triage.  “I often work with the police department and justice department on making sure the individuals going to trial are up to code.”

Triage started packing away his tools and other gadgets the vaccination syringe was placed into the biohazard trash.  “Or I can send Ratchet.  I’m sure you’d love to experience his bedside manner.”  

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              “You’re funny,” he responded drily, mentally pulling back as he witnessed the medic’s packing. He seemed to quiet, optics cycling a few times then he added quietly, “You. I would prefer you over others. Ratchet is loud, too close to the Prime and his former team. I’ve grown tired of authority figures.”

               He also had a sneaky suspicion that Ratchet was a politician and he would be placed on any new Council that was created. Which meant he’d have access to things--commands--that Drive By wanted nothing to do with.

               “I expect you back in a week’s time, at least. Be sure to send the officer my regards--and apologies.” 

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weaponized-defibrillator:

Triage hummed, as he listened to the other say how he happened to get the disease after the first time.  “You’ll probably require a few more vaccinations and a few panel treatments as well.”

“Only one way you’re getting released and that’s if they find you not guilty.  If you escape and return to me for medical attention I will be require to report you to the authorities.”

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               “I see. Very noble of you, turning me over should the need arise.” Though the words were cold, there happened to be an air of respect to them. He shifted, closing up the panels on his forearm then blinked up at him.

               “Who will be my acting medic while I’m here? I imagine the guards aren’t equipped to perform such tasks--and I would prefer if they didn’t touch me.... ever.” 

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weaponized-defibrillator:

Triage took the syringe and started taking the energon he would need to run more tests to ensure he was going to be functioning with in acceptable parameters.  Once the syringe had the amount he wanted he packed it up placing it in a biohazard metal lock box.

“Don’t worry about that I will follow proper protocol, this isn’t my first rodeo,” stated Triage.  He took out the syringe with the vaccine and gently pushed in the concoction that would cure the Cosmic Rust.  

“You said you were cured before this of Cosmic rust, how did you contract the disease again- If I can ask?”

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             “I was foolish and overconfident--my weapon backfired in the field, infected me the first time. I was cured easily, if our scientists are anything, it’s brilliant. But I learned if I coated myself in the disease, I could spread it and others are less likely to touch.” Decepticons included, but he left that out. 

               “I’ve adapted, learned how to keep it on the surface. And the signs of it spreading, corroding my insides,” he added, visibly relaxing once the cure was administered. “Simply put, I infected myself and I’ll probably do it again, following the next assignment that I receive.”

               A pause, carefully calculated, “that’s supposing I am released, or I escape. Could I return though? For treatment?” A sly smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Flatline normally requires payment.”

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weaponized-defibrillator:

“I’m going to need to take a sample of your energon,” stated Triage.  “Once I get a sample of your energon then I will give you the medicine and I will be on my way.  Is that alright with you?” asked Triage.  He allowed the scanner to complete though it could take a while.  He placed the scanner in a spare biohazard bag, a clear one so he could read the scanner.  He should be able to wirelessly copy over the scanners results.

Once the scanner was safely set down he pulled out an empty syringe and placed the vaccine at the top of his work bag.  

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              “That’s it?” The assassin didn’t appear convinced that there would be nothing more.but he did part the armour of his forearm. The grey protoform underneath was sleek, with what would now be considered ‘Velocitronian’ design. He offered the limb to the medic, as non-threatening as a murderous Decepticon could be.

               “Don’t spill any of it on your way. While the infection isn’t in my engeron, I’m unclear of what other... diseases that I may be carrying.”

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weaponized-defibrillator:

“I care because I’m a medic,” stated Triage.  “My Mentor taught me no matter where you stand your job is to help those that need it.  Do no harm, ignoring those in need is doing harm.”

Triage held the scanner but had yet to do anything with it.  “I might not agree with everything you have done but I took an oath.”  Triage finally lifted the scanner and allowed the beam to travel up and down the mechs frame until it had a clear read out of what Triage would be looking at.

“Treatment can sometimes be more stressful than the disease itself,” stated Triage.  “There is no way to tell how you will react to medicine.  I only wanted to be on the safe side.” 

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             Drive By fell into a thoughtful silence: Flatline had often repaired and gained the trust of Autobots, before performing a ‘medical mistake’. It could be what was happening here but--Triage wasn’t Fatline and Autobots did have a ridiculous sense of honour. He didn’t trust the medic but he’d figured he could share a bit of common knowledge around the ranks.

               “This isn’t the first time I’ve been cured, Triage, nor my first time with Cosmic Rust. I won’t have a reaction--don’t worry, you’re a better medic than any we possess; if they haven’t killed me yet, you won’t either.” 

               He chose that moment to pick at a particular rust spot, “anything else?”