〈Closed thread with @securitydesk〉
At some point, the surgeon had carefully untangled himself from the mess that became Fortress Maximus’s limbs and one very sharp seeker. It was not an easy task, but there was work to do, and he resolved to check in on Sparkplug and Max later. The former warden could probably manage her for a while on his own if she woke up, anyway, and he needed to stop getting up early for once. Sparky was the ultimate paperweight.
Cerebros’s frame ached after the prior day, but he was relieved to finally sit down and work on some of his repairs, adamantly ignoring the chaos done to the wing after Sparky’s stunt. By way of his own construction, he lacked the benefit of any form of automated repair schematics - It was one of the many pluses of being head-on. At least he was getting mileage out of his custom soldering iron. Idly, he pinged Gasket and Grommet, wondering if either of them were available and interested in helping with some maintenance. Unsurprisingly, Grommet responded first with a affirmation of her approach. They spent an hour or so working before Gasket joined in, finishing up the patch job in record time.
A warning ping had been forwarded ahead to Red prior to his comm, a bounce in Cerebros’s step as he head off from his workshop and towards the security room. He was excited.
