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I can tell. Move.

[Spinister slipped easily between them and immediately stuck his hands into the gore and began working]

His engine growled lowly, yet back away to give the medic room to work. Very closely watching Spinister. Arms crossed and his digits tapping against his arm.

[Spinister twitched slightly but his hands were confident, quick and precise he did not even look up]

You are staring. That is new. You are aware of my competence. You even let me operate on Deadend. What is this.

Motormaster huffed and turned away, slightly. Yet, he still watched out the corner of his optics. Remaining very silent, minus the low engine growl.

[Spinister’s hands suddenly dropped to his side and his head turned sharply towards Motormaster. Still with those unsettlingly wide optics, had he even blinked since entering?]

He will survive.

I don't doubt that.

Motormaster still watched from the side of his optics.

[Spinister glanced between Slingshot and Motormaster]

You are behaving oddly. Are you ill?

No. I'm fine.

He finally looked away.

As a medic I am required to help.

I said. I'm fine! You think I'd lie about that, Spinister?

Yes. And you have.

Just focus on Slingshot will you! For frag sake.

But he is repaired? I am confused.

Yea, yea, he might be more damaged though. Check him over then leave.

I have checked him. I have not checked you. You are acting strange. Should I fetch Deadend?

Why would you get, Deadend? I'm. Fine.

You are a horrible liar. But very well, I am leaving.

[Stab]

What is that.

— @spinister-official

Motormaster immediately let out a low growl before lifting his helm and glared at Spinister. Obviously putting his anger to the medic to the side for now though.

Slingshot... He needs repaired. Badly.

I can tell. Move.

[Spinister slipped easily between them and immediately stuck his hands into the gore and began working]

His engine growled lowly, yet back away to give the medic room to work. Very closely watching Spinister. Arms crossed and his digits tapping against his arm.

[Spinister twitched slightly but his hands were confident, quick and precise he did not even look up]

You are staring. That is new. You are aware of my competence. You even let me operate on Deadend. What is this.

Motormaster huffed and turned away, slightly. Yet, he still watched out the corner of his optics. Remaining very silent, minus the low engine growl.

[Spinister’s hands suddenly dropped to his side and his head turned sharply towards Motormaster. Still with those unsettlingly wide optics, had he even blinked since entering?]

He will survive.

I don't doubt that.

Motormaster still watched from the side of his optics.

[Spinister glanced between Slingshot and Motormaster]

You are behaving oddly. Are you ill?

No. I'm fine.

He finally looked away.

As a medic I am required to help.

I said. I'm fine! You think I'd lie about that, Spinister?

Yes. And you have.

Just focus on Slingshot will you! For frag sake.

But he is repaired? I am confused.

Yea, yea, he might be more damaged though. Check him over then leave.

I have checked him. I have not checked you. You are acting strange. Should I fetch Deadend?

[Stab]

What is that.

— @spinister-official

Motormaster immediately let out a low growl before lifting his helm and glared at Spinister. Obviously putting his anger to the medic to the side for now though.

Slingshot... He needs repaired. Badly.

I can tell. Move.

[Spinister slipped easily between them and immediately stuck his hands into the gore and began working]

His engine growled lowly, yet back away to give the medic room to work. Very closely watching Spinister. Arms crossed and his digits tapping against his arm.

[Spinister twitched slightly but his hands were confident, quick and precise he did not even look up]

You are staring. That is new. You are aware of my competence. You even let me operate on Deadend. What is this.

Motormaster huffed and turned away, slightly. Yet, he still watched out the corner of his optics. Remaining very silent, minus the low engine growl.

[Spinister’s hands suddenly dropped to his side and his head turned sharply towards Motormaster. Still with those unsettlingly wide optics, had he even blinked since entering?]

He will survive.

I don't doubt that.

Motormaster still watched from the side of his optics.

[Spinister glanced between Slingshot and Motormaster]

You are behaving oddly. Are you ill?

No. I'm fine.

He finally looked away.

As a medic I am required to help.

I said. I'm fine! You think I'd lie about that, Spinister?

Yes. And you have.

Just focus on Slingshot will you! For frag sake.

But he is repaired? I am confused.

[Stab]

What is that.

— @spinister-official

Motormaster immediately let out a low growl before lifting his helm and glared at Spinister. Obviously putting his anger to the medic to the side for now though.

Slingshot... He needs repaired. Badly.

I can tell. Move.

[Spinister slipped easily between them and immediately stuck his hands into the gore and began working]

His engine growled lowly, yet back away to give the medic room to work. Very closely watching Spinister. Arms crossed and his digits tapping against his arm.

[Spinister twitched slightly but his hands were confident, quick and precise he did not even look up]

You are staring. That is new. You are aware of my competence. You even let me operate on Deadend. What is this.

Motormaster huffed and turned away, slightly. Yet, he still watched out the corner of his optics. Remaining very silent, minus the low engine growl.

[Spinister’s hands suddenly dropped to his side and his head turned sharply towards Motormaster. Still with those unsettlingly wide optics, had he even blinked since entering?]

He will survive.

I don't doubt that.

Motormaster still watched from the side of his optics.

[Spinister glanced between Slingshot and Motormaster]

You are behaving oddly. Are you ill?

No. I'm fine.

He finally looked away.

As a medic I am required to help.

I said. I'm fine! You think I'd lie about that, Spinister?

Yes. And you have.

[Stab]

What is that.

— @spinister-official

Motormaster immediately let out a low growl before lifting his helm and glared at Spinister. Obviously putting his anger to the medic to the side for now though.

Slingshot... He needs repaired. Badly.

I can tell. Move.

[Spinister slipped easily between them and immediately stuck his hands into the gore and began working]

His engine growled lowly, yet back away to give the medic room to work. Very closely watching Spinister. Arms crossed and his digits tapping against his arm.

[Spinister twitched slightly but his hands were confident, quick and precise he did not even look up]

You are staring. That is new. You are aware of my competence. You even let me operate on Deadend. What is this.

Motormaster huffed and turned away, slightly. Yet, he still watched out the corner of his optics. Remaining very silent, minus the low engine growl.

[Spinister’s hands suddenly dropped to his side and his head turned sharply towards Motormaster. Still with those unsettlingly wide optics, had he even blinked since entering?]

He will survive.

I don't doubt that.

Motormaster still watched from the side of his optics.

[Spinister glanced between Slingshot and Motormaster]

You are behaving oddly. Are you ill?

No. I'm fine.

He finally looked away.

As a medic I am required to help.

[Stab]

What is that.

— @spinister-official

Motormaster immediately let out a low growl before lifting his helm and glared at Spinister. Obviously putting his anger to the medic to the side for now though.

Slingshot... He needs repaired. Badly.

I can tell. Move.

[Spinister slipped easily between them and immediately stuck his hands into the gore and began working]

His engine growled lowly, yet back away to give the medic room to work. Very closely watching Spinister. Arms crossed and his digits tapping against his arm.

[Spinister twitched slightly but his hands were confident, quick and precise he did not even look up]

You are staring. That is new. You are aware of my competence. You even let me operate on Deadend. What is this.

Motormaster huffed and turned away, slightly. Yet, he still watched out the corner of his optics. Remaining very silent, minus the low engine growl.

[Spinister’s hands suddenly dropped to his side and his head turned sharply towards Motormaster. Still with those unsettlingly wide optics, had he even blinked since entering?]

He will survive.

I don't doubt that.

Motormaster still watched from the side of his optics.

[Spinister glanced between Slingshot and Motormaster]

You are behaving oddly. Are you ill?

[Stab]

What is that.

— @spinister-official

Motormaster immediately let out a low growl before lifting his helm and glared at Spinister. Obviously putting his anger to the medic to the side for now though.

Slingshot... He needs repaired. Badly.

I can tell. Move.

[Spinister slipped easily between them and immediately stuck his hands into the gore and began working]

His engine growled lowly, yet back away to give the medic room to work. Very closely watching Spinister. Arms crossed and his digits tapping against his arm.

[Spinister twitched slightly but his hands were confident, quick and precise he did not even look up]

You are staring. That is new. You are aware of my competence. You even let me operate on Deadend. What is this.

Motormaster huffed and turned away, slightly. Yet, he still watched out the corner of his optics. Remaining very silent, minus the low engine growl.

[Spinister’s hands suddenly dropped to his side and his head turned sharply towards Motormaster. Still with those unsettlingly wide optics, had he even blinked since entering?]

He will survive.

[Stab]

What is that.

— @spinister-official

Motormaster immediately let out a low growl before lifting his helm and glared at Spinister. Obviously putting his anger to the medic to the side for now though.

Slingshot... He needs repaired. Badly.

I can tell. Move.

[Spinister slipped easily between them and immediately stuck his hands into the gore and began working]

His engine growled lowly, yet back away to give the medic room to work. Very closely watching Spinister. Arms crossed and his digits tapping against his arm.

[Spinister twitched slightly but his hands were confident, quick and precise he did not even look up]

You are staring. That is new. You are aware of my competence. You even let me operate on Deadend. What is this.

[Stab]

What is that.

— @spinister-official

Motormaster immediately let out a low growl before lifting his helm and glared at Spinister. Obviously putting his anger to the medic to the side for now though.

Slingshot... He needs repaired. Badly.

I can tell. Move.

[Spinister slipped easily between them and immediately stuck his hands into the gore and began working]

…you need a medic?

@spinister-official

Possibly... but who are you?

[he tilted his head, his expression wide eyed and unchanging]

A medic.

A medic I have never even heard of before.

Well known mechs typically get shot.

I do not like that tone of yours, who do you know?

[he shrugged]

I know of a lot of mechs.

I am asking, how did you get into this house.

He snarled, though stumbling a little, having to lean against the table.

I was called?

"By who." He hissed.

By Dragstrip.

"That little-" Dreadwing let out a sudden whine, curling in on himself as he fell to his knees.

[Spinister crouched down. He blinked as if this didn’t phase him at all.]

Have you been in contact with the plague of rust?

[he pulled out a needle]

Either way I’m gonna stab you with this.

Dreadwing flinched away, letting out another, louder whine. "Deadend!" He frantically yelled out.

[Deadend ran out of his room]

What—?!

Oh, Spinister.

[Spinister waved with one servo and quickly stabbed Dreadwing in the neck with the other]

Hello.

He flinched when the needle hit him, letting out a defeated and somewhat confused whimper, too tired to get off the floor.

Spin! You can’t just stab people!

[it sounds like they’ve had this conversation before]

[Spinister pulled the needle out and recapped it to toss it into his subspace]

You’re next.

Dreadwing, not knowing what else to do, tried to grab Spinister's ankle to stop him, but was too weak from the rust to actually keep a grip on him.

[Deadend sighed and quickly walked over to Dreadwing, he pulled him close]

Hey, it’s alright, Spin’s just a medic, he’s not a bad guy, just kind of weird.

He whimpered in response, letting go to try and cling onto Deadend.

[Spinister quickly stabbed Deadend with a new vial of the vaccine]

Where are the others?

Ow. Their rooms. Duh.

Dreadwing made a pathetic attempt to curl up in Deadend's lap.

[Deadend gently pet over Dreadwing’s helm]

Dreadwing relaxed against his touch, hiding his face in Deadend's thighs.

Nice view down there?

He mumbled something incomprehensible, though he did sound upset.

[Deadend kissed his helm]

Sorry, that was insensitive

"Deadend..." He shifted his helm to the side so he could speak. "I can't move. Why can't I move?"

Rust. It will repair itself.

[Spinister called while walking towards Breakdown’s room]

dragstrip-offical

[Stabs her with a vaccine]

Your twin. He is next.

— @spinister-official

WARNING WOULD'VE BEEN NICE, FRAGGER!

You would have run.

dragstrip-offical

Still...

[Spinister just blinks and then walks over to Wildrider’s berth and stabs him.]

[Wildrider wakes with a start and starts writhing around screeching]

dragstrip-offical

[Stabs her with a vaccine]

Your twin. He is next.

— @spinister-official

WARNING WOULD'VE BEEN NICE, FRAGGER!

You would have run.

…you need a medic?

@spinister-official

Possibly... but who are you?

[he tilted his head, his expression wide eyed and unchanging]

A medic.

A medic I have never even heard of before.

Well known mechs typically get shot.

I do not like that tone of yours, who do you know?

[he shrugged]

I know of a lot of mechs.

I am asking, how did you get into this house.

He snarled, though stumbling a little, having to lean against the table.

I was called?

"By who." He hissed.

By Dragstrip.

"That little-" Dreadwing let out a sudden whine, curling in on himself as he fell to his knees.

[Spinister crouched down. He blinked as if this didn’t phase him at all.]

Have you been in contact with the plague of rust?

[he pulled out a needle]

Either way I’m gonna stab you with this.

Dreadwing flinched away, letting out another, louder whine. "Deadend!" He frantically yelled out.

[Deadend ran out of his room]

What—?!

Oh, Spinister.

[Spinister waved with one servo and quickly stabbed Dreadwing in the neck with the other]

Hello.

He flinched when the needle hit him, letting out a defeated and somewhat confused whimper, too tired to get off the floor.

Spin! You can’t just stab people!

[it sounds like they’ve had this conversation before]

[Spinister pulled the needle out and recapped it to toss it into his subspace]

You’re next.

Dreadwing, not knowing what else to do, tried to grab Spinister's ankle to stop him, but was too weak from the rust to actually keep a grip on him.

[Deadend sighed and quickly walked over to Dreadwing, he pulled him close]

Hey, it’s alright, Spin’s just a medic, he’s not a bad guy, just kind of weird.

He whimpered in response, letting go to try and cling onto Deadend.

[Spinister quickly stabbed Deadend with a new vial of the vaccine]

Where are the others?

…you need a medic?

@spinister-official

Possibly... but who are you?

[he tilted his head, his expression wide eyed and unchanging]

A medic.

A medic I have never even heard of before.

Well known mechs typically get shot.

I do not like that tone of yours, who do you know?

[he shrugged]

I know of a lot of mechs.

I am asking, how did you get into this house.

He snarled, though stumbling a little, having to lean against the table.

I was called?

"By who." He hissed.

By Dragstrip.

"That little-" Dreadwing let out a sudden whine, curling in on himself as he fell to his knees.

[Spinister crouched down. He blinked as if this didn’t phase him at all.]

Have you been in contact with the plague of rust?

[he pulled out a needle]

Either way I’m gonna stab you with this.

Dreadwing flinched away, letting out another, louder whine. "Deadend!" He frantically yelled out.

[Deadend ran out of his room]

What—?!

Oh, Spinister.

[Spinister waved with one servo and quickly stabbed Dreadwing in the neck with the other]

Hello.

He flinched when the needle hit him, letting out a defeated and somewhat confused whimper, too tired to get off the floor.

Spin! You can’t just stab people!

[it sounds like they’ve had this conversation before]

[Spinister pulled the needle out and recapped it to toss it into his subspace]

You’re next.

…you need a medic?

@spinister-official

Possibly... but who are you?

[he tilted his head, his expression wide eyed and unchanging]

A medic.

A medic I have never even heard of before.

Well known mechs typically get shot.

I do not like that tone of yours, who do you know?

[he shrugged]

I know of a lot of mechs.

I am asking, how did you get into this house.

He snarled, though stumbling a little, having to lean against the table.

I was called?

"By who." He hissed.

By Dragstrip.

"That little-" Dreadwing let out a sudden whine, curling in on himself as he fell to his knees.

[Spinister crouched down. He blinked as if this didn’t phase him at all.]

Have you been in contact with the plague of rust?

[he pulled out a needle]

Either way I’m gonna stab you with this.

Dreadwing flinched away, letting out another, louder whine. "Deadend!" He frantically yelled out.

[Deadend ran out of his room]

What—?!

Oh, Spinister.

[Spinister waved with one servo and quickly stabbed Dreadwing in the neck with the other]

Hello.

…you need a medic?

@spinister-official

Possibly... but who are you?

[he tilted his head, his expression wide eyed and unchanging]

A medic.

A medic I have never even heard of before.

Well known mechs typically get shot.

I do not like that tone of yours, who do you know?

[he shrugged]

I know of a lot of mechs.

I am asking, how did you get into this house.

He snarled, though stumbling a little, having to lean against the table.

I was called?

"By who." He hissed.

By Dragstrip.

"That little-" Dreadwing let out a sudden whine, curling in on himself as he fell to his knees.

[Spinister crouched down. He blinked as if this didn’t phase him at all.]

Have you been in contact with the plague of rust?

[he pulled out a needle]

Either way I’m gonna stab you with this.

…you need a medic?

@spinister-official

Possibly... but who are you?

[he tilted his head, his expression wide eyed and unchanging]

A medic.

A medic I have never even heard of before.

Well known mechs typically get shot.

I do not like that tone of yours, who do you know?

[he shrugged]

I know of a lot of mechs.

I am asking, how did you get into this house.

He snarled, though stumbling a little, having to lean against the table.

I was called?

"By who." He hissed.