NCC Medical Ward

The Crystal City repair bay is far larger than previous versions in Imperial Headquarters or Trypticon himself. Clearly it was designed by a medic, for a medic. The entire room is rectangular in nature with medical beds arranged in a neat grid pattern. The beds themselves vary, with some being precious little more than metal slabs, and others having full scanners and tools attached, as well as everything in between. In total, there are about twenty beds. There is room for more in an emergency situation. The cabinets line the walls, spaced out between medical terminals. Everything has a place, and organization is key. There are windows with thick transparent metal, allowing one to gaze out and see the wounded as they approach the hospital.

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Scrapper

Scrapper's Art <SA> - Thirteen Pieces

Gumby Medic <NCC>

Obvious exits:

South <S> leads to NCC Central Command.

Southeast <SE> leads to NCC Central Hub.

East <E> leads to Mount R'Lyeh.

Scrapper, who has finally gotten all of the salt water out of his circuits due to... prior incidents, is over at the Dinocon. The massive robot would stand even a head and shoulders taller than Grimlock himself and is even wider, and is entirely completed. Like the Scarecrow, all that it needs is a brain. Scrapper runs a scanner over its motionless form, even though he's already done so a million times. It was perfect then, and it's still perfect now.

Hook walks in to the medical area. Even his causal pace cannot hide this scientist's exicitement. "Scrapper...Scrapper there you are! What have you been doing lately? I have been going over half the island looking for you." He walks straight towards his brother, positivly beaming. Goodness, never could tell he got disiplined by Galvatron last cycle. "I have figured out how to save Trypticon, and bring the Dinocon online!" Talkative, isn't he?

Scrapper looks up at Hook and looks left to right nervously. "What have /I/ been up to?" he asks. He gets a flashback of playing charades with Long Haul and Mixmaster underwater and shivers. "Uh... nothing much." he mumbles, putting down his medical scanner. "What have /you/ been doing lately?" he asks, unaware that Hook has a similar situation that he probably doesn't want to discuss. He squints at the Constructicon co-Commander and leans back against the morgue's wall. "Oh?" he asks.

Scourge makes his first trip onto the Terran piece of mud for the first time in nearly a Earthly week. Oh how wonderful the air is, the birds chirping, the warm summer air breezing against that navy blue armor. Oh wait, no. Scourge hates this place! Its nothing more then a giant radio shack, producing handfuls of batteries for the Decepticons to steal. How unfortunate he has to be here, oh well Cybertron is on lock down. Totally crazy, and its time to make sure everyone heres not screwing up endlessly. Fat chance. Trouncing through the medical wing, standing firm and tall as always.

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Scrapper. Report."

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "The Dinocon is completed, m'Lord. Hook has reported that he has a way to save both Trypticon's life, /and/ bring the Dinocon alive."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "THE WHAT?!"

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "DOES NO ONE KNOW DISCRETION?!"

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "I meant about earlier."

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Er, I mean, the Special Project Which Has The Code-Name Of What I Just Said But Isn't It But Of What I Shall Not Repeat Again For Reasons I Shall Suspiciously Not Go Into is completed, Lord Galvatron."

<Decepticon> Scourge says, "Sir. I am in the Medical Bay. I will note Scrapper's progress in project Wheeljack is old and dead. Along with the competance of the Constructicon's work."

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "Do you have some kind of f***ing annoying chip installed."

Scrapper receives a radio transmission from Galvatron.

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "Really. Is it in every one of you little green men."

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Project: What Wheeljack Did, We Can Do Better, that is."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "I meant about the squid."

<Decepticon> Hook wisely says nothing.

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Oh give it up, Motormaster. I'm busy. Er, squid?"

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "What was going on there?"

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "What squid."

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "Where's my f***ing ship."

<Decepticon> Hook says, "What squid, Scrapper?"

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Scrapper? Do explain. Please."

Scourge approaches the grouping of ugly greenish. Ahh the horror on his optics, they definitely need a new designer. Its not the 80s any more. The sweep commander stops suddenly, crossing his arms, as he looks over the assembled scrap of dino scariness. Oh yes. It is soon complete.

<Decepticon> Scrapper figures he might as well tell the truth. "Long Haul and I were working on your glorious vessel, Lord Galvatron. There was a slight accident where he, myself, and Mixmaster fell into the water, where, erm, we were attacked by a super mutant squid. But then you came and saved us."

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "What the f*** did you do to my ship."

<Decepticon> Hook says, "What did you do, Scrapper? Oy, my brothers are /stupid/..."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Ah. So you weren't knocked into the water? Here I thought I would have someone to kill in the face. Drats. Well, I would be angry, except that I have been inspired."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "I want a mechanical one of those creatures."

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "WHAT THE F*** DID YOU DO TO MY SHIP, SCRAPPER."

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Simmer down there, Motormaster, the Despoiler's fine. And shut up, Hook. Concentrate on telling me about this plan for Project: What Wheeljack Did, We Can Do Better. And yes, Lord Galvatron. It shall be as you command!"

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "I want them soon. And I want them powerful. Our cities new guard."

<Decepticon> Scourge can't help but note the Seacons. "Aquaitc Decepticons... Is that wise."

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Them? Or it? Erm, how many do you want?"

Hook smiles broadly. "Yes, I have figured out how to do /both/." He pulls out his datapad and brings some data up. "How do these fleshlings say it? Oh yes...'Kill two birds with one stone.', I do believe that is how they say it..." Hook notices /someone/ standing behind him. He doesn't turn, because he assuses its Mixmaster.

<Decepticon> Motormaster says, "If you name this robot Gnaw, I will smash the hell out of you."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "I want one. And I want them giant."

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Yes, Lord Galvatron."

Scrapper squints with his optical visor at Hook and peers at the datapad. "Huh..." he says, somewhat annoyed since the idea seems actually somewhat sound. "You really think that you can successfully do this?" he asks in slight disbelief. The Constructicon engineer doesn't know much about lasercores. Such extremely complicated things is Hook's department.

Airwolf is a late arrival. Maybe it is because she spent the entire afternoon helping with the, er, dehydration of the three stoog... Constructicons. What she's been hearing, though, makes the Dinocon project of even greater interest to her. For now, all she does is stay out of the way and listen intently.

Scourge just remains there. Eerily silent. Almost trying to not be noticed. He is quite good at that. Arms crossed he just watches. Watches, as tracker/terminators do. Watch, find, kill. Two down one to go.

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Well? Can it be done?!"

"I am confident that it will work, Scrapper." Hook looks up at the towering Dinocon, and smiles. "Finally, at long last, our labors are nearly complete on this project!" He actually laughs a bit, a short, feral laugh. "What do you say Mix-AAH!" Why did Hook scream like a girl, you ask. Because he was turning around as he spoke, and now he face-to-face with Scourge. Oh, this is not good for Hook. "H-hello, Commander."

Scrapper nods verrrry slowly at Hook's confidence, and there's a small internal conflict as Scrapper considers warning Hook that Scourge is right behind him. Nah! There's also another conflict on whether or not to trust Hook. Hook's a pretty big ego-maniac, but he's also the best surgeon the Decepticons have in their entire Empire. If he says it can be done, it most probably can be done. Constructicon loyalty wins out, and he nods. "Good luck." he tells Hook, moving away from the wall to help Hook out. He snickers as his co-leader gets a little fright.

Scourge gives a slight growl, his arms never interlocking, his glare never flinching. Instead it just increases into that evil look, you all know the one. The one that bad guys do when somebody just threw water on them in a movie. "Coward. Ever call me your chemical brained accomplice again, and Ill personally end you into parts for the Despoiler." That brief threat was in no means for the high pitched annoying scream, just for the constant annoyances that the lifter has brought upon him lately. Immediately he focuses his attention among the chief Constructer. "Scrapper, estimation until this pawn of devastation..." Oh yes devastation, because hes going to devastate things unlike other things we know to devastate. "Is complete for Galvatron?"

Airwolf transmits a message via radio.

Airwolf receives a radio transmission.

Scrapper smiles behind his faceplate as he thinks about the havoc his baby is going to cause. Oh yes, Trypticon, Scrapper is going to consider you his baby, just like all the rest of his pieces of artwork. The Constructicon can even say that parts of the enemy was used in it, afterall, Mixmaster's new Dinocon formulas are the result of Decepticons ripping off chunks from the Dinobots. "Hook would be the best to answer that, Commander. I'm not sure how long his procedure is going to take." Scrapper says modestly, knowing Hook's the expert here.

Airwolf transmits a message via radio.

"Sorry Commander Scourge. I did not know it was you, sir..." Ehehe, poor Hook. He's hoping that Scourge doesn't feel like bringing up a certain incident. He backs slowly away from Scourge, and then nods to Scrapper. "Luck has nothing to do with it, brother. Only skill. But thank you regardless." He strides to the Dinocon, and strokes it softly, possesively. "What shall we name it, brother?" Listening to Scrapper, Hook smiles again. "Not long, Commander. I estimate it shall take no more that 4 Terran hours to complete the transfer."

Airwolf receives a radio transmission.

Airwolf transmits a message via radio.

Scourge gleams his fiery crimson optics into those of Hook. Clenching his fists ever so slightly, giving Hook a slow and hesitant nod. Four hmm.. "Get it done in three. We shall not wait any longer before the empires newest masterpiece can dig his claws into Autobot scrap!" Looking down at Scorn once more trying to figure out all he can, but hes no medic and apparently if Scrappers a bit clueless dont even think about Scourge figuring it out.

Airwolf receives a radio transmission from Galvatron.

Airwolf transmits a message via radio.

Airwolf can now return her attention to the proceedings, as a report has been made and now out of her hands. She perches atop a particularly high med table, which gives her enough clearance to see what is going on. While not a petite person, there are several other people present, and most are closer to the Dinocon than she is. Scourge's presence is a bit surprising, though. This doesn't seem like something that would interest him, but ah well. Does anyone really understand the Sweeps, outside of one of their own?

Scrapper rolls his optics as best he can given he only has a visor at Hook's egotism, but nods at the estimate. "Four hours?" he says, apparently finding that to be pretty reasonable. "Well then, lets get on with it, shall we?" He says upon hearing Scourge's modified time-table. Idiot warriors always thinking that if they shorten the timetable on a whim. Estimates aren't just random numbers the technicians make up off the top of their heads. Scrapper doesn't say that, though.

"Sir..." Hook says nervously, clearly not liking what Scourge said. "I am a scientist, and as a scientist, I feel it is nessicary to inform you..." Hook pauses, trying to put this in a way that won't result in his loosing his head module. "I cannot promise that I can complete the transfer in only three hours, sir." Another pause, longer this time. "If you force me to rush the transfer sir, there my be adverse effects."

Scourge gives a large growl. "Stop rambling and finish it Hook!" Sweepster takes a few steps back from the operating table, to give him room. Never taking his sight off the project, noticing Airwolf, yet not acknowledging her presence.

Scrapper gives Hook a 'good job' nod. He would actually say something, but Hook is Hook, and Scrapper doesn't want his ego getting any bigger. The Constructicon looks to the surgical engineer and asks, "So what do we need to do, Hook?" he asks. Again, he's pretty much the assistant on this one.

Scrapper, who apparently knows a bit more than he was letting on, seems to have the basic idea of what to do first. Just not the complicated part. "I'll go disconnect Trypticon's lasercore... it's been in stasis ever since Scourge and Twin Twist took him down on Clakta. You can get him prepped for the installation." With that, Scrapper heads towards the door, motioning for Airwolf to follow him. He'll make an engineer out of her yet.

Scourge just remains there as well, looking on. Judging every move of the Greenies.

"Sir." Hook say shortly. Yes, Scourge /is/ a higher-ranking officer, but when it comes to engineering projects, Hook clearly has more knowledge. Hope that means Scourge won't bite his head off. "Sir, please stand back. I need room to work." Without waiting for an answer, Hook goes over to a bank of monitors, and starts turning them on. "Let me see, I don't want to mess this up... Brain-wave monitor, ON. Eletrical output monitor, ON. Conductivity monitor, ON." He switches a few more on, the moves to the Dinocon, and starts doing technical stuff. For Scourge's benefit, he says aloud, "I'm starting to drain the power couplings so that the transfusion array will accept the new programming of the lasercore." A few moments pass. "I am now realigning the personality matrix subroutine."

Scrapper, meanwhile, is now at the Central Hub, but doesn't go there because nobody is there and RPing with yourself is sad. The Constructicon marches into Trypticon's dormant Command Centre with several gumbies (and Airwolf if she's tagging along) and begins opening up the extremely high security panels that house Trypticon's lasercore. "Amazing that something so small can control something so big..." Scrapper says in awe upon seeing the tiny little lasercore. "And control it like a huge /retard/, too." He snorts, ruining any magical moment they might have been having. Carefully, Scrapper disconnects the lasercore, keeping it in stasis. Wow, this would be a bad time to drop something, eh? The Constructicon, along with the gumbies (and Airwolf?) march back into New Crystal City's medical ward. "You all set there?" he asks Hook, cradling the stasis chamber gingerly.

Airwolf supposes she tagged along with Scrapper during his brief march to the Command Center and back, keeping a watchful optic on Scrapper. If he were to say such a thing in the Dinocon's hearing, he'd be a grease spot once Trypticon regained his rightful form. What a shame that would be. Really.

Scourge watches, tapping his nails loudly against the wall. Clank. Clank. Hurry up you green fools, in claw language.

Airwolf glances at her own claws, but they feel no desire to communicate by means of percussive impact with a wall. At least Scourge isn't drawing his claws along the metal. Ouch. Hurts just to think about it. She's a bit worried, though, at how this will turn out. Messing with laser cores is a dangerous thing, but she's heard the prognosis that Trypticon would likely die if he were left as is.

Mixmaster strides into the repair bay. He was busy meting out 'reeducation' for the gumby who painted him with Water-Based paint. The red mark is still there, however, after it fell off from the dip in the Pacific Ocean. Now to the job at hand, the Dinocon. He hopes noone has named him yet, he still wants to name him Mega Super Robot Life Transforming Dinosaur Gooooooooo!

"Perfect timing, Scrapper." Hook says in a satisfied tone. "I just finished realigning the sub-routines. "Please bring the lasercore over here, Scrapper. And in the name of everything that is sacred, do /not/ drop it, or you will not have more than a breem to function." Hook says, all business-like. Noticing Mixmaster walking in, he gives him a nod. "You are late Mixmaster. Help Scrapper with the lasercore, if he requires such aid." Hook opens up the chest panel on the Dinocon, revealing the lasercore chamber.

Scrapper nods to his brother and carefully carries the lasercore over to where Hook and Scorn are. The Constructicon motions with a free hand for Airwolf to get her tin-plated rear end over so she can watch also. This is one of the most complicated operations that's still capable for Cybertronians to do, and Scrapper wants front row seats. Oh the joys of being a technician. "I'm not going to /drop/ it, Hook," he snorts with mild annoyance. He sets the stasis chamber containing the lasercore down on the morgue's medical bed for Hook to use, awaiting any other instructions. Ironic that the morgue section is being used for Scorn's birth.

Airwolf slips through the spectators to join Scrapper in the best seats in the house, so to speak. A complex operation, yes, but more importantly, a life, though she's still badly disappointed at getting her hopes up about solving the mystery of creating viable life. Another reproachful glance is directed at the probably-oblivious Scrapper. She actually believed the nonsense he was feeding to Galvatron.

"I am NOT late, Hook!" Mixmaster snaps at his brother. "We only told you to show up early because you take so long. Now stop bossing me around!" Heh, that'll show HIM.. But he does what he is told. He runs a few quick tests to make sure the Dinocon is working perfectly, "Right... Proto-Husk ready for a new core." He says, going all techno-speak for a minute there.

Okay. Hook will just ignore Scrapper's insolence for now. He's got /better/ things to do, than gripe about his brother's stupidicy. "Thank you Scrapper." He says shortly, his attention on the task at hand. He slowly, almost reverently, lifts up Trypticon's statis-bond lasercore from the chamer it was sealed in. He mutters something under his breath, most likly a prayer to Primus. Moving slowly to the inactive Dinocon, Hook gently inserts the lasercore into the vacant chamber. "Right. Now, to bring him alive." Hook steps over to a terminal, and taps away at it, muttering and glancing now again at the still form. "Fuel regulator, ON. Servo lubricant system, ON. Energon being pumped in..." He glances at the Dinocon. "Affirmative...Main systems all functioning. Combat systems coming on-line." The optics of the Dinocon flicker slightly, then blaze fully; they are a bright crimson. "I believe that the lasercore transfer was successful." Hook says slowly, unable to hide his awe. "What is your name?" He says after a moment, adressing the Dinocon.

Scrapper watches as Hook works his mojo on Scorn. Most of it goes over his head, but he understands the basics behind it. He keeps his optics glued on the operation and would hold his breath if he didn't need to breath (talking and being choked notwithstanding) as Hook begins bringing the systems online. Why does he have the urge to say 'It's alive...! IT'S ALIVE!'? The Constructicon peers at the Dinocon, anxiously awaiting its reply to the simple question.

Airwolf steps back from her privileged place in the front row. She doesn't know what Trypticon's status has been since Astracius nearly killed him, but it's almost certain that he won't have nice memories when he awakens, and might react violently. She glances at the Constructicons, thinking about warning them, but they would know better than she about Trypticon's condition. Probably just paranoia.

Scourge hmms to himself. With a nod of satisfaction. Took them long enough.

Scorn turns his head; his burning red optics lock on Hook, they flare in anger. He reachs out and wraps a clawed hand around Hook's face, but doesn't crush ... not yet at least, "What have you done to me?"

Mixmaster also takes a look in. His brother better not screw this up.. oh. And Airwolf wanders back. In a flash of practical though, Mixmaster takes a few steps back.. just a few. Just enough to get a good view if Trypticon feels the need to PWN Scrapper or Hook, while maintaining a decent distance.

<Decepticon> Hook says, "Milord Galvatron, Project 'What Wheeljack Can Do, We Can Do Better' is a complete success, and ready for-*CLANG*"

Scourge smirks to himself deeply, with a slight nod he approaches the now active creation. "Try Shall I say. Scorn. Refrain from that, although it would give me great pleasure to see this ones optical circuits melded with his faceplate. Im afraid that it would not be wise." Hopefully Scorns mind his slightly stable, just in case you can see Scourge quite alert and ready for whatever reason that may come up. Clenching his fists tightly, claws interlocking with his knuckles.

Scrapper very nearly bounces with glee as his baby talks to him! Sure, his baby might happen to be a former cityformer, but hey. The Constructicon nudges Mixmaster and whispers. "Go get some celebratory drinks..." He peers back. Hey, wait, the robot's hand is around Hook's face. That's not good. "Er..." he says, hesitatingly. "Please let go of Hook's face..." He lets Hook do the actual explaining... if he can with a hand around his face.

Scorn sneers "Quickly, or die ..."

Airwolf glances at each of the Constructicons in some bewilderment. Isn't anyone going to answer Trypticon? Her gaze fixes on the unfortunate Hook, who is most likely to have an understanding of the explanation. He had better talk fast.

Needless to say, Hook did not expect that. Well, seems like Trypticon's memories are intact. "Trypticon. We inserted your lasercore into this body," Here Hook gestures to the Dinocon, "Because you were severly damaged." Hook pauses. "If we had not taken action, the probable outcome was that...that you would die." Hook might be grimacing, hard to tell, saying he has a Dinocon's hand on his face. "Crush me, if you wish, Trypticon. I am in no position to argue, should you decide to do as such. Just know, I did this to help you."

Mixmaster nods slowly as Scrapper offers the suggestion. There is plenty to overenergize on in the SeCrEt hiding place.. A CO's energon rations will do that. As for Hook, he had best explain things himself. Mixy isn't gonna let someone else smack his bro about, though, and his nozzle sloooowly extends from his headpiece. A very fain whirr sound can be heard as it extends until it clicks into place. "It's Okay, Trypticon. You are in a new body. You will return to your old one soon enough. There's no need for any aggression here, save it for the Autobots."

Scourge sighs. Do it. Do it. Do it. But wait, no. "Trypticon, that is enough! Remove your newly acquired paws from his worthless face." Thos optics narrow on the larger Dinocon. Not use to this size difference, oh well no fear nonetheless.

Scrapper pipes up and says, "You were dying in your old form after the Quintessons took over... but we've freed you, and now we've had to put you in this form so you don't die." The Constructicon also isn't going to just sit by while Hook gets crushed, but hopefully Trypticon will realize that it'd serve no purpose to kill him. Scrapper isn't entirely sure what he can do about it, though. A thought crosses his mind: They should have installed an R-Chip into him - just in case.

"Help me?" He releases his grasp on Hook and looks over the individual digits on his hand ... hand? He'd never had hands before, he flicks a defiant look to Scourge, then back to Hook, "You call this HELPING?" He wrenches himself up off the table, tearing free of extranious tubes and connections. "DIE would I? Oblivion would be preferrable to this atrocity!" He hefts himself up and almost falls over, "Where is my tail!?!"

Airwolf ventures softly, "I believe it is a temporary measure, Trypticon. I can understand that it *would* be unendurable if it were permanent, but that is not the case."

Hook nearly panics. "Trypticon, this is temporary! Please, calm yourself!" He shouts, trying to draw the raging cityformer-turned-Dinocon. "Please, understand. Airwolf is correct, it is only until we can repair your true form." Hook runs up to the unit and tries to grab him. "Just calm down, and think it over."

Hook succeeds in grasping Tempchar, throwing him off-balance.

Scourge sighs. "Trypticon. I will be glad to end you right now! If thats what you require. Or you can wait until your primary structure is completely re-built. It is your choice. Either way, I could care less. Yet I doubt Lord Galvatron would like to waste one of his finest warriors." Looking over the Constructicons slightly, trying to pick up on their fear.... Oh wait. Hook didn't try to grab the Dinobuddy. Oh well, green meatloaf for everyone!

"It's.. uh, it's your new robotic form." Mixmaster explains, trying to maintain his compusure. "As for the mode, Like Airwolf said, it's only temporary." A pause, as he thinks of something. "Look at it this way, if you kill Hook now, that's one less person who can fix you. And that's longer that you're stuck in this mode." And.. oh. Hook's flailing his hands over the aggressive Decepticon. "Hook, stop jumping about! I'm trying to not get you killed here!" he snaps.

Scorn leans heavily on the table, unable to get his balance, his legs shudder beneath him, "Balance protocals inefficient ... where is my tail? I cannot stand without it ... errg" He protests as Hook slams into him, causing his leg to buckle and bring him to his knees. Not a very graceful entrance for Galvatrons new super-warrior.

<Decepticon> Hook says, "Uhh, Motormaster sir? I think we have a situation here."

Airwolf shakes her head sadly at Scourge's tone. Trypticon is not a lowly grunt, he is the most powerful force in the Empire, bar none, and even if his current form doesn't compare to his original, there will be a time when he does return to that original form, and he will remember what was said here. Not even Galvatron can control him, if he doesn't want to be controlled.

The Sweep Commander, doesnt care what your name is jabroni. Trypticon may be strong, but that doesnt make him above the law. Oh and no ones more powerful then Galvatron in Scourges mind. Well at least any one without a U to start their name. Well Hook rammed into him, which makes it all fair play. All Scourge can do is hope Hook is painfully beaten, yet lives kind of. Stepping a few feet away from Scorn.

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Ignore that Motormaster. Hook is incompetant, but there is many of us here. We can handle it."

<Decepticon> Hook says, "Hey! I resent that!"

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Resemble. The word is Resemble."

<Decepticon> Scourge says, "SILENCE!"

<Decepticon> Hook growls. "I will hurt you Mixmaster. Later."

<Decepticon> Scourge says, "DID I NOT SAY SILENCE!?"

"You have to adjust to your new form, Trypticon. You are still pomensationg your stance as if you were in your original form." Hook says. Logic over panic. Logic over panic. Just remember that. As Motormaster would say, screw it. "TRYPTICON! LIsten to me! I mean it!"

<Decepticon> Hook sighs. "Sorry sir."

Mixmaster spits out in anger at his brother for wanting to get Motormaster invovled. "Motormaster is involved in our lives enough on his own without inviting it, Hook! On Second thoughts," he says turning to Scorn, "Trypticon, go a head and kill him." He approaches him and extends a lime-green hand. "Let's get you upright for a while and see if your internal gyrosystems recalibrate themselves at all."

Scourge transmits a message via radio to Mixmaster.

Mixmaster receives a radio transmission from Scourge.

Scorn shoves Hook aside and glowers at the others in the room, ESPECIALLY Mixmaster for even trying to help the goliath to his feet. He shoves down on the table and pushes himself back up to his feet, he narrows his optics and falls forward ..

Scorn falls forward, his layered armor spreading along his body and sliding into place until a sleek Velociraptor stands before you.

Velociraptor <Scorn> shakes his head, easing into his dinosaur form. He works his new jaws a few times and then says, "Ahh, that's better ..." He darts his head down to Hook, who still has his arms wrapped around Scorn's leg, "Hands off."

Velociraptor <Scorn> does not wait for Hook to release his grip on the Dinocon's leg. He pulls free and swaggars around the room, getting used to the new form, "Temporary you say?" He eyes Scourge's battle ready stance and snaps his jaws lightly, "It best be." He glances back to Hook, "For your sake."

Airwolf peers at the velociraptor alt mode. She had a good idea of what it was, being rather familiar with the construction of the body, but this... works surprisingly well. Graceful, which is an odd adjective to use from Trypticon. She'll have to give the Constructicons some credit for this after all.

Scourge just continues his dead on stare, from not so much a battle ready stance as a non-relaxed pose. Oh wow hes scared. Did he just do a top gun jaw snap? Come on iceman, try me. With that Scourge looks back to Hook shaking his head, with shame. Muttering something about Decepticon fool or another.

Mixmaster grunts as Trypticon swaggers about. "What did we just say, Trypticon?" he asks him. "Look, I suggest you leave my brother.. " He mutters "idiot brother," under his breath.. "and the rest of my division.. alone, and I promise you that repairing your structure will be our top priority. But anyway.. how are your systems? Anything lagging?"

"Trypticon. I will not stand for-AAAAH!!" Hook is cut of short as Trypticon transforms into his dinosaur mode. Well, at least he got the hang of his new form right? "Tempermental..." He grumbles angerliy. "And DO NOT threaten me! I saved your life, didn't I?!" Hook /really/ needs a vacation.

Scourge raises a hand to the Constructicons. "Next word, not medically related. And I will double Scorn's." Yes Scorn's. "Energy rations if he kills you within half a Breem." Giving one nod to Scorn. Okay, they're back on the same page. Constructicons suck.

Velociraptor <Scorn> nods at Mixmaster "The alternate mode is acceptable. The root mode will take some getting used to". He flashes a hateful glare at Hook, and stalks over to him, "Allow me to explain, you psychotic freak. You saved nothing and you still have work to do, until that time, Trypticon no longer exists, so you will regard me as I regard this insignificant form you placed me in: You will know me as Scorn! Do you understand me?"

Airwolf hopes that this goes quickly, for all their sakes. This as in the repair of Trypticon's original laser core and the swift transfer of his personality back to its rightful place. She does catch the irony of his contempt for his 'insignificant' form as opposed to the Constructicons' pride in the strength and power of this creation. For anyone else, it *would* be an exceptionally fine body, but not for Trypticon.

Scorn, huh? Well, works for Hook. "Affirmative, Scorn." Hook glares sideways at SCourge. Did Scourge just promise Tryp...Scorn double energon rations if the Dinocon ripped in to shreds? What's with that? "Sir..." he says slowly, not really caring about possible repercussions. It's the principle that matters.

Mixmaster nods at Trypti.. SCORN. Bah, the different name was just a code-word, not an excuse for Trypticon to go all grandiose on them. "Very well. Scorn it is, then." He doesn't bother with his brother, who is apparently on a death wish at the moment. Though Mixy does snicker at ANOTHER Constructicon being called a psychopath over him. "Be sure not to tell anyone who you truly are, as well. We don't want anyone knowing that our most powerful warrior is decommissioned at the moment." Yeah, butter him up. That'll help.

Velociraptor <Scorn> nods to Hook firmly and pivots on his monstrous legs, slithers between Mixmaster and Airwolf, then heads for the door, locking a warning gaze on Scourge. He clearly has no fear fo the Sweep commander, but is not ready to try out his new body and abilities yet. He cocks his head at the door a moment, looking over the latch a moment, then nudges it with his snout, causing it to fly open. Without another word, he slips out inot the hall, HIS hallway ... must be weird to be inside yourself ...

Whats that? Scourge completely ignored Hook, oh yes he did. Watching Scorn leave, again with the battle of amazing courage, and fearing nobody. How nice. Well Scorn can go camp out in his lower intestine. Directing his attention to Mixmaster, and Mix alone. "Did his progress seem acceptable... And more importantly progression to that of what you predicted, and Galvatron would find satisfactory?" In a firm business like tone.

Hook shakes his head and starts cleaning up the huge mess that Scorn made in his rage. "Last time I help out a friend..." he mutters iriately. Boy, Hook hasn't had a good last couple of cycles has he? Yelling over his shoulder at Mixmaster, Hook says, "Mixmaster, help me clean up, please?"

Mixmaster eeps! As high command is glaring right at him. "Well, the tail part was unexpected.. but logical. That shouldn't take long. I'll get someone onto the tail thing if it keeps up. Hopefully he temperament will improve when he is given a unique opportunity, taking his opponents apart one by one rather than en masse." Ugh.. and Hook is talking. "CLEAN UP YOUR OWN MESS, HOOK! I'm talking Chain of Command Business here with Scourge!" He says as he turns his head back and snaps at his brother.

Scourge glares at Hook, then back to Mixy nodding to him. "Acknowledged. Get it done fast. If Galvatrons most prized non Unicronian warrior is angry. Then hes angry. Which makes me angry. Which makes you, the other sniveling six a sad bunch of mechs. Clear? Now get on it!" Without so much a wave he walks out. Although its clear him and Mixmaster are fine. Just has to exit the room yelling

Hook curses loudly. "I'm a doctor, not a forklift!" He yells, stomping past Mixmaster on his way out. "Get Long Haul to clean it up, I have /work/ to attend to. I have to draw up blueprints for those...squid, Lord Galvatron requested." He bruses by Scourge without even apologizing.

Mixmaster shrugs at Scourge.. that sort of thing is expected. But Hook? "You get back here Hook, and you do as you are told! You do NOT ask me to help with YOUR task, and then leave it for me! Do you hear me?!" He shakes a fist at his brother as he walks off."

Hook totally ignored Mixmaster. Still mad, he stomps out, leaving the Med Ward a complete wreck.