TPF. Cybertron. Mining Mishap

[dens_extra_pups]

Same day as this.



Bumblebee: *points to a faint sheen on the wall of the mine* Try here, Caly. Just be careful, this wall divides this tunnel from the next one, and some of the others are over there.

Calypso: Aye. *getting the cutting laser ready to go* Still t'ink it'd be some easier t' jes' 'ave Torque bust t'rough the rock.

Bumblebee: That would wreck everything.

Calypso: Nay, b'y. Jes' 'ave 'im punch the wall. *grumbling as the laser fails to work. She's sure she followed Bumblebee's instructions to get the tool fired up*

Bumblebee: *reaches over and flips off the safety*

Calypso: ...Oh. *will aim the cutting laser and set to work*

Bumblebee: *turns to check on Megatron and the two-wheeler kids, but the next instant sees him flying toward them as a thunderous boom shakes the entire tunnel!*

Calypso: *unprintableness gets cut off as she collides with part of the wall*

Kriti: *panic, ow, scared, trapped, HALP*

WakeJumper: *calling in the emergency, even as he goes into rescue mode after shrugging off some of the rocks that landed on him* Optimus? Are you alright?

Optimus: *quiet wheezing sound*

WakeJumper: *looks toward the sound*

Optimus: *sprawled back against the wall, her spark pulsing faintly behind the exposed Matrix. Part of her face plating is gone, as is one optic* *mouth moves as she attempts to speak*

WakeJumper: *hurrying over with a word that Optimus does NOT approve of, will scan the downed femme*

Optimus: *blinks up at him, and then shutters her optic and grimaces with pain* *her spark is starting to flare up, but the readings are very weak*

Muhlisha: *yanks Kriti out of the rock pile, and then hurries over to WakeJumper and Optimus* What's the damage?

WakeJumper: *had to have learned THAT word from Fixer* She'll go out if we try to move her. *already getting redundant parts from his own frame* It looks like she took a blast to the chest from the cutting laser.

Kriti: *shivering a bit in your hold, Muhlisha. Her doorwings are a mess, and her sensors are jangling, but you're here, so she's a lot more calm now*

Muhlisha: *snuzzles baby sister, and then goes and tucks her beside Bumblebee and the unhurt two-wheelers before hurrying back and kneeling to take that searching hand* Shhh, Optimus. Let Wake do 'is job.

Optimus: Matrix...

WakeJumper: *scanning as he works*

Calypso: *unprintable as she finishes rebooting*

Optimus: *spark growing weaker even as it flares* *and the Matrix is pulsing*

Optimus: *turns her head to look pleadingly at WakeJumper* Alpha Trion...

Muhlisha: *frowns and looks up at the young medic*

WakeJumper: *unprintable as he works, sounding like Fixer* *mutter, swear, grouch*

Calypso: *getting to her feet and coming to help*

Muhlisha: What's she talkin' 'bout, Wake?

WakeJumper: Scrap if I know. *working!*

Calypso: *frown* Who's Alpha Trion?

Optimus: *as her spark weakens further and the Matrix suddenly rises from her chest* ...Calling.

WakeJumper: Scrap, scrap, scrap, scrap, scrap! *trying to get Optimus stabilized*

ping: *high priority from Earth*

WakeJumper: *going to try redirecting the ping to Muhlisha, is trying to figure out how to stabilize Optimus and contend with the Matrix, is NOT in the right mindset to multitask!*

Muhlisha: *answers aloud* Yeah? June, we had a... No. Wake's tryin' ta keep Optimus lit, he can't go anywhere!

Optimus: *takes hand from Muhlisha and uses it to remove the Matrix*

Muhlisha: *blinking with confusion as she finds herself holding the relic* What... *scowls as it shrinks* I ain't puttin' this on!

Calypso: *acting as WakeJumper's assistant, can't comment*

WakeJumper: *swearing muchly as he works*

Muhlisha: *scoots away as the Matrix flares in her hands*

Optimus: *optic squeezed shut as her spark flares further* *groan of pain*

WakeJumper: *will manually disable Optimus' pain sensors*

Optimus: *shuddering anyway as the light from her chest increases*

WakeJumper: Don't you *bleeeeeeping* dare go out on me, Optimus! *working!*

Optimus: *raggedly* Stay. Ratchet. Have to... stay. Need me. No, ...Alpha Trion!

space bridge: *opens somewhere down the tunnel*

Calypso: *attention going to the sound of the bridge opening* The scrap?

Fixer: *strides into the the area, Ratchet laying limp in her arms* What's the situation?

WakeJumper: *tersely* Optimus got hit with the beam of the cutting laser, and now her spark's flaring. She doesn't have the Matrix anymore.

Calypso: The energon seam was unstable. *scowling and doing everything she can to help WakeJumper work* One outta all o' the finds we made t'day. *miffed at herself and at the bad luck*

Fixer: *assesses the situation, and then steps around the siblings to lay Ratchet near to Optimus* *quick scan and a growl* She won't be up to wearing the Matrix.

WakeJumper: We'll worry about that later.

Ratchet: *very soft sound, can feel his mate's pain*

Optimus: *suddenly twists as her spark flares up in a violent flash*

WakeJumper: *CUSS*

Fixer: She's shattering! *hand up to protect her optics*

WakeJumper: *shielding his optics with his arm*

Calypso: *cusses and quickly turns her head*

light: *flashes shadows all against the walls, and then... seems to go out*

WakeJumper: *uncovering his optics and scanning!*

Fixer: *turns quickly, already stepping forward to tender medical assistance*

Optimus: Spark intact, though frighteningly weak and marred by a dark crack along one side*

Ratchet: *unconscious and laying limp next to Optimus*

Fixer: *awed* She survived.

WakeJumper: *quietly* Her spark was very strong. Even without the Matrix... *will scan to see if the piece or pieces that broke off from Optimus' spark survived or went out*

Optimus: *smaller pieces have gone out, but that area on the other side of the crack is still alive... and it's changing*

WakeJumper: *surprised sound, scans more closely*

Fixer: *quiet grumbling as she gets portable life support set up*

Calypso: *helping with that*

WakeJumper: Optimus is critically weak... And there's a new spark attached to hers.

Fixer: *nods* It's going to be touch and go whether that fragment survives. It's still partly attached to Optimus, and she hasn't got the energy to keep herself going. *turns and barks toward Keepsake vituperation from the other tunnel*

Keepsake: *mun is not printing what she just told her mother*

WakeJumper: *small nod* It's going to be touch and go, period. *considering* Would attaching a spark booster to Ratchet help, do you think?

Fixer: Yes. But I only brought one. *looks up from her work to frown at Optimus' face as the femme whispers* ...She's talking to Alpha Trion.

WakeJumper: *frowwwn* She wants to stay.

Fixer: *quiet, gruff compassion* That's what she's telling him.

WakeJumper: *small nod* Who can we have bring the second spark booster? *knows Eclipse is in another part of the mine*

Fixer: Optimus is stable enough to move now. At least to the surface here.

WakeJumper: *another nod, will move to carefully lift Optimus*

Optimus: *weak panic* Ratchet!

Fixer: Shhhh. Ratchet's right here.

Calypso: *lifting Ratchet with as much care as her brother lifted Optimus* Aye.

Fixer: *looks around, and then goes to hit Keepsake and lift Kriti* *to WakeJumper* Is there an infirmary here?

WakeJumper: Yes. Magistrate Ecray and Bathilda insisted on getting one set up when we first started mining operations.

Kriti: *quiet sound, is trying to keep hold of Bumblebee's hand*

Bumblebee: *shaky and quiet* I can carry her.

Fixer: *looks down at those big pleading eyes, and hands the tiny femme over* Stay close to me so you don't fall over. *picks up the frightened Nebula and Virago and then looks at the Aquabots* Lead the way.

Keepsake: *grouches as Megatron picks her up and cuddles her*

Megatron: *silent, his eyes on his sister's face*

WakeJumper: *nods and moves to bring everyone topside*

Calypso: *sticking close to her brother's side, to keep Optimus calm*

Kriti: *soft little clicks*

Fixer and Megatron: *follow with their burdens*

infirmary: *bright and welcoming. Is well-staffed, as well, going by the fact that there are several medics of various large species already moving to help*

Fixer: *pauses as she sees the approaching staff* Den-Ya. Should've known.

WakeJumper: I'm not complaining. *will explain the situation to the big drach woman who just offered to carry Optimus*

drach woman: *gently* Everything will be alright. *carefully holding Optimus and the support equipment*

Fixer: You'd better take her husband too. Being too far apart'll stress their sparks.

drach woman: *will very carefully tuck Optimus plus equipment into the crook of her arm, and reach for Ratchet* We've got a recovery room ready to go.

Fixer: *scowls* They need a critical care ward!

drach woman: *calmly* They're going to be our only long-term patients for the foreseeable future. The young lady will be able to go home and rest later today, after she's been repaired. *pause* And I believe we have similar or better materials to what you've already used to stabilize the wife.

Fixer: *mach ten stink eye* So stop *bleeping* talking, and show me where to go, Bridget!

Bumblebee: 0.o

Bridget: *soft rumble that might be a chuckle, will move to bring Optimus and Ratchet to one of the recovery rooms in the back part of the infirmary, where it's much quieter*

Fixer: *follows, jerking her head at WakeJumper as she goes*

WakeJumper: *following after Fixer and Bridget*


that night


Fixer: *scowling at the computer screen in the room and threatening someone with grievous bodily harm if they don't do something about that stupid problem*

Ratchet: *softly* H-huh?

Fixer: *hits the disconnect button in the middle of what the other person on the channel was saying as she turns toward the big bed, her scanners firing up to see if the old red and white is actually awake*

Ratchet: *is awake, and very confused* *turns his head slightly. ...Okay, barely at all*

Fixer: *walks over and puts a hand on his shoulder* *gruff and gentle* Easy. You've had a bad shock.

Ratchet: *optics are very dim, but he can still manage a worried look* Optimus?

Fixer: She's there beside you. I know you can't feel her. She's in medical stasis.

Ratchet: *soft intake hitch. Knows Optimus must have been severely injured to be put into medical stasis*

Fixer: *waits for him to ask before she supplies more information*

Ratchet: *circulating slowly* *quietly* What... happened?

Fixer: She took a direct hit to the spark from a mining laser, boosted by an unstable energon explosion.

Ratchet: ...Casualties?

Fixer: Kriti got her wings mashed, and Bumblebee got a knock on the head. *and her demeanour says they're alright*

Ratchet: *very small nod* No... others... hurt?

Fixer: Everyone else is fine. Megatron protected the little ones.

Ratchet: *another small nod* Good. *starting to feel very tired now*

Fixer: *hesitates, but then decides* You're not the husband of the Matrix-bearer anymore.

Ratchet: *optics a little brighter now* What?! *confused and a bit spooked* *and making his monitors protest a bit, too*

Fixer: *pats his shoulder* Calm down, bolts for brains.

Ratchet: *trying, but he's still spooked*

Fixer: I'll sedate you.

Ratchet: *circulating and trying to get his question out at the same time*

Fixer: *uses her free hand to give him a finger flip between the eyes*

Ratchet: *what would normally be an indignant squawk is more of a squeak right now, but he's calmed, a bit angry, and focused* What are you talking about?

Fixer: I mean someone else is carrying it right now. She says it's just till Optimus can take it back. *eyes say that Optimus won't be taking it back*

Ratchet: ...Who?

Fixer: Do you really need to ask?

Ratchet: *Look*

Fixer: *unfazed by look* She was offering to curb stomp the past Primes if they didn't let go of Optimus.

Ratchet: *tips his head back with a sigh* Not... surprised.

Fixer: *quiet pride* She didn't want it. She tried to fight the call.

Ratchet: *very small nod of understanding*

Fixer: But then Alpha Trion showed up, and she put it in so she could protect Optimus.

Ratchet: *quiet sound* *softly* Panacea... Hot Rod...

Fixer: Hot Rod's with Megatron. *turns Ratchet's head* Panacea's right there.

Panacea: *laying on her mother's bandaged chest, and intent scowl is on her sleeping face as she listens to Optimus' spark*

Ratchet: *relieved sigh, tries to reach so he can put a hand on Panacea's back*

Panacea: *little crackles, but she doesn't move her ear from Optimus' chest*

Ratchet: *spots Optimus' monitor screen. Very soft sound as he realizes just how weak his mate is... and that there's a new spark as well*

Fixer: *quietly* She'd have more of a chance if he weren't there.

Ratchet: *soft intakes hitch* Is... There a way to save both of them?

Fixer: I didn't say she didn't have any chance.

Ratchet: *quietly* Not what I asked.

Fixer: We're already doing everything we can.

Ratchet: *small nod*

Fixer: He's his own being, but he's still attached to her, too. And she's too weak for surgery.

Ratchet: *quietly* When? *his optics are dimming a bit*

Fixer: *quietly* I don't know. We've never seen this happen before.

Ratchet: *softly, is falling asleep as he speaks* Keep... informed.

Fixer: *snorts at him and pulls the heated blanket up higher around him*

Ratchet: *slips into rest mode with a sigh*

Fixer: You can stop hovering out there, WakeJumper.

WakeJumper: ... *frowning as he comes in* I was out of sight.

Fixer: *snorts at him, but her look is gentle*

WakeJumper: *quietly* Some of the Gawhara are working on fixing the mine.

Fixer: *frowns slightly as she looks at him* No need for you to feel guilty.

WakeJumper: *small nod* I know... But I still do. I'm the one that suggested to Caly that she give mining a try.

Fixer: That vein would've exploded for anyone.

WakeJumper: *soft rumble*

Fixer: *baps him*

WakeJumper: *squeak!*

Fixer: You know Eclipse will do worse if she sees you with that face on.

WakeJumper: *clicks and tries to think of what he can say*

Dameon: *big, rainbow-y metallic looking Gawhara. Just poked his head in* Fixer, you wanted to see the designs for the stasis chamber?

Fixer: *mach ten stink eye for the young Gawhara* Designs? What have you lot of scrap been doing? Sitting around twiddling your graspers?

Dameon: We've been gathering the materials to modify the existing stasis chamber, and discussing what modifications will work best, but we still need your input, as you're the most experienced medic when it comes to caring for Cybertronians.

Fixer: *snorts* Like it's so hard... *heads out of the room*

Dameon: *moves to follow, explaining some of the ideas the team has already come up with as he hurries after the medic*

WakeJumper: *will bring up the rear*

Fixer: Let's just get this done so we can get those three repaired.

((Written with random_xtras))