Frag Off.

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Ferrum-Negative

Have a damaged femme enter the medbay favoring her right arm, which almost hung limp, her right wing dislocated. She had gotten herself in a fix with the autobots, and had came out with more than just dents. "Hey, are you busy at the moment?"

His door wings flicked up as her pedes sounded, acknowledging her. He had just finished organizing and cleaning his tools when she stepped in. Flexing his neck cables, he turned and offered her a slightly bemused look.

“Got in a little tussle, did we? Sit there on the berth sweetspark. I’ll have to relocate that wing.”

"Heh heh. Please dont kill me" the trapped autobot femme before you grins fearfully.

Alert’s optics flared in surprise as he turned around, door wings hiking in irritation. He was with a patient at the moment, and was told not to be disturbed. The unhinged vent said otherwise…

He merely brushed her off, finishing the relocation of a Vehicon’s hip joint.

“Door’s that way. Don’t give a slag who you are or how you got here, but get out. I don’t have time to deal with half-baked Autobrats. If you leave now, you’ll avoid becoming a smoldering carcass to be fed to the Predacon. And stop smiling, you’re irritating the Pit out of me. There is nothing funny about infiltrating the Nemesis.”

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ch1meraa

Megatron after a killing spree, probably involving humans…

Lots of humans.

#Um #Lord Megatron #I n-never knew you had such a /lengthy/ glossa

House Call

“If it cannot be done, do not trouble yourself with it.” Nemesis said, waving aside the smaller mech’s warnings. “But I do expect you to do your best. And I know you will do so.”

Within the spark chamber lay something that resembled a spark…almost. A blasphemous thing, almost wholly Dark Energon. This was not Corruption. This was something far more sinister. This was no spark descended of Primus. This spark was of the Darkness.

His optics widened at the spark, plating immediately rising up as if something brushed the back of his neck. He’d never seen something like this before. Optics flicking to the mech and back to his spark, he kept his servos at his sides.

“Welp...”

House Call

Nemesis listened to the list of symptoms. Hmm… He hardly felt his spark would fail now. Superior potency, on the other hand, that he could abide. “There is a saying among the humans: ‘that which does not kill us only makes us stronger’ I have no intention of allowing this Dark Energon to extinguish my spark.” he heard the rest of what the medic had to say, and felt an oddlyt disjointed stab of ire. “The Chaos Bringer, eh? A creature of mythic proportions. So the blood of a god flows through me?” he winced as the medic re-connected tactile sensors. “I cannot be sure how the humans acquired it, they no doubt mistook it for the more mundane variant. But what is done is done. I need you to examine my spark chamber to determine how deep the corruption runs. Will you do that?”

Alert nodded, flushing a little. Maybe the mech didn’t know, but sparks were definitely a personal thing. He was a medic, but a spark was a spark. He only hoped that the other didn’t notice his timidity when it came to prepping his chest plating to open.

“Y-Yes. Be aware, I cannot reverse the damage. It seems to have integrated with your main fuel lines. Rerouting that would take orns and supplies that simply don’t exist anymore.”

House Call

“Dark Energon…” Nemesis said, letting the words roll off of his vocalizer, “Interesting. The humans are even more imbecilic than I imagined. What sort of ‘bad things’?” he inquired of High Alert. He highly doubted he would actually explode. “This Dark Energon; where does it come from?”

“Spark failure. Glowing optics, inhuman strength. The usual. Our legends say it is the blood of Unicron himself. One humans might call the devil. For us, he is the embodiment of Chaos. How humans managed to get a hold of it I am not sure..”

He patched up a few more sections, yanking gout a burnt wire or two.

House Call

“Primus had very little to do with it.” Nemesis said. “If you are referring to the life’s energon flowing through my system. The humans did it. They had me in stasis-lock, powered down, and decided to give me a little juice and see what I could do. I destroyed them. I was not theirs to awaken.” he looked over at the medical mech, could see that he was shaken. “What is it, High Alert, what have you found that frightens you so?”

“Dark E-Engeron...it’s poison. I-I don’t know how you’re alive, but you a-are. If it’s leaking like this...it may mean it has fused with your spark as well. L-Listen, you don’t mess with this stuff. It does bad things to your spark, processor..I can’t really purge it. All I can do is f-finish your patch job and hope you don’t start glowing purple and explode..”

He may have been exaggerating just a little...

House Call

“There were soldiers, they had advanced weaponry. They were attempting to detain me. It matters little now. If you declare it lucky, I shall send my stars the proper thanks.” there was a distinct sarcastic tone to this last bit. Nemesis watched the medic, a look of mild curiosity on his faceplate. There was no apprehension or fear, even with the promise of pain.

“I do not fear pain medic. It reminds me that I still function. You worry about so much. I would pity you, were I to allow myself the weakness.”

As the clamps were secured in place, Nemesis made a noise half discomfort, half satisfaction. There was little sign of energon leakage. What was there was an abnormal color: a dark, viscous shade of violet. The signs were clear: Dark Energon.

His door wings twitched as he worked, his own fear quickly pushed down by his medical coding. Once he was given a task, Alert was determined to finish it. He leaned in over the mech, pulling off charred bits of armor and shrapnel. The other certainly was hard to kill.

“My designation is H-High Alert, if you p-please. I’m the CMO of the V-Vehicon caste aboard the Nemesis..”

He trailed off when he spotted the energon, processor connecting two and two. Alert backed off immediately, cleansing his servos as if burned. Well, he would be weakened. Dark Energon. It was poisonous, yet Lord Megatron managed to survive with it in his core.

“W-Where in the name of Primus did you get that?..”

House Call

Nemesis nodded, powering down his weapon systems. “So be it. I do not need my weapons, we have an accord, yes?” Nemesis sat on one of the examination tables. “I will not go off-cycle. Whatever you must do, I will remain conscious.” Nemesis unlatched his access panels. “I sustained some damage from a human Antitank Weapon. I believe that the structural damage severed an internal conduit, because I appear to be losing Energon.” he regarded the Medic with an appraising eye, “I am placing a great deal of trust in you. Trust is a two way street. I trust you to make me whole again. You trust me to keep you safe from harm, yes?”

He arched an optic ridge at the other’s slight concern...if it could even be called that. Alert tentatively released his own wires, and connected to the mech’s systems. Such a blast should've killed a mech, but then again, this doppelganger was Optimus Prime. He might be able to make it out of this in one peace.

“Who in the Pit were you fighting? You’re lucky it didn't damage your spinal array or pump. Otherwise you’d be scrapped. I-I can seal the leakage, and try to repair the blast wound. O-Other than that, you’ll have to let your systems heal for a bit..”

Alert kept his cable plugged in, servos gathering the necessary supplies. Wrap to help soak the energon, a welder, the works.

“T-This will hurt..”

House Call (Starter for scarletphysician)

“Optimus Prime.” Nemesis snorted derisively. “You should be so fortunate. And I care little for your cause or Classification. I would think you, a Decepticon, would not allow yourself to be hindered by you caste. But no matter. Tend to these injuries and stem the flow of energon and you will be unharmed, rewarded if I’m feeling generous. Fail me and I shall leave you a mangled shell pleading for death.” he bent low over the ‘Con, “And I dare because I can.” the dead warriors meant nothing to him, “Those that survived will appreciate their living spark all the more. I have taught them this.”

Alert immediately backed away from the other, almost tripping over a supply container. He was truly slagged. He couldn't go out like this. There had to be some flair, pizzaz, music even! His spark rolled rapidly in his chest, and he wondered if it would be there when he was done with this mech. It couldn’t be Optimus Prime. The Autobot leader did not ruthlessly slaughter mecha without reason or regret. This mech did both, and much more.

“Fine. B-But on one condition. Y-You power down y-your weapon systems. I-I...they make me nervous! N-Nothing else.”

House Call (Starter for scarletphysician)

Nemesis reveled in the chaos and destruction he sowed in the little mining camp. It was a beautiful thing. He blasted two more vehicons as they approached him and continued his way towards the medical tent.

Ripping aside the tent flap, Nemesis was not surprised to see the guards raising their weapons. He grabbed the first ‘con by the forearm and wrenched. There was a terrible sound of twisting steel as the limb turned in a way it was never designed to. The metal began to crumple and Nemesis released his grip, the limb a useless wreck. At the same time, he drew his blade from it forearm housing on the other arm and plunged it through the other guards spark chamber, killing it instantly.

He regarded the damaged guard for a moment, finally saying, “I give you your existence. Go from this place and try to be worthy.” then he turned to the medic himself, “You are the doctor, I presume. I am in need of medical attention, and it seems your waiting room has just been emptied.”

Alert started when the tent was open, gold irises cycling open. Oh Primus. That was Optimus Prime. Autobot Leader...and an extremely heavy-duty mech. Normally his engines would have revved at the thought, but Prime seemed way too off. He almost started to tell him to frag off, but the death of his guard happened way too quickly. Jaw going slack, Alert watched as the injured guard fled from the tent, leaving him alone with this murderous behemoth.

Optics darting here and there, he quickly backed away from Nemesis. His servos shook, just barely holding his scalpels in place. Not that they would do any good. He’d be lucky to scratch the other’s paint. Maybe if he tried to dart away, he could leave with his plating intact.

“H-How dare you?! I-I am loyal to my cause! A-And my guard...you are O-Optimus Prime, a-are you not?! H-He did nothing to deserve that! T-Take the energon, I’m n-not even Warrior Class!”

House Call (Starter for scarletphysician)

Nemesis came to a stop at the precipice of a deep ravine. Below, he watched as vehicons scurried like a nest of ants, clearing rubble away from the site of a recent cave-in. He could see a hastily erected triage center near the accident site, and this was his destination. He glanced down at the injury he had sustained in his escape and cursed angrily. He was losing Energon. Slowly, perhaps, but inexorably.

He transformed into his humanoid form and slid down the side of thge ravine, landing beside a surprised-looking vehicon guard. Before it could react, Nemisis grabbed the ‘Con by the faceplate and squeezed until it shattered. He thenb began a steady march towards the medical tent, withdrawing his cannons from their housings. Those who stood against him, he ashed without consideration. Those workers who fled were left (mostly) unharmed. The noise was deafening, like a full scale invasion. The doctor in the tent could not help but know somehing was coming. And it had no plans of stopping.

High Alert busied himself, listening to the steady hum of machinery in the background. He had been tasked with making sure any injured were patched immediately and returned to their work post. Frankly he would've liked the Vehicons to rest a little, but Lord Megatron’s orders were law. And he did not want to be under the pede of the warlord unless his Master were ordering him to...he rather liked the sound of that...

He had just finished popping a dislocated joint back into a miner when the explosions happened. His optics widened in shock. Orders said that there would be no Autobots in radius, and yet here they were. Two soldiers stayed anxiously with him, ready to evac if needed. Alert brought out his scalpels, which would do little damage to whatever mammoth danger was knocking on his door. Door wings hiked in worry, he stayed behind a work bench. The other two kept their weapons drawn, humming ominously.