Long Haul has arrived.

A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock) is indeed sitting on a table, still in his altmode, with that rather nasty looking giant blast mark amidship.

Long Haul is standing where he's been for awhile, between Arachnae and the door, arms crossed, legs shoulder width to keep himself firmly planted. He watches the door and is remaining uncharacteristically silent.

Scrapper can't spend all his time making new pieces for Arachnae, despite the priority placed upon her and his own desire to see her back in action. Sentiment aside, there's enough paperwork for two MSE High Commanders piled up. So now Scrapper is on rounds, and that brings him to Cinderblock's table. He leans over and connects a few wires, aiming to bring Cinderblock back to consciousness.

Scrapper goes to work on A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock), bringing him back to consciousness.

You successfully revive A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock).

A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock) gruhs, "...crap crap crap freaking gestalt is gonna shoot m... Oh wait, I'm in the medical bay... That aft grabber shot me down, didn't he?"

Scrapper notes wryly, "Aft grabber? My, what are *are* they coding in those newer gestalts these days? Of course, I wouldn't put it past those Autobots. Sickos, every one of them." Irony, thy name is Scrapper. More seriously, he replies, "Yeah, the report here says that Defensor blasted you out of the sky. You brought down that tower, though." Scrapper withdraws his toolkit and starts to get ready for what will likely be a lot of work.

A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock) chuckles smugly, "Course I did. Damn Autobots never did understand defense. If it ain't crying out pathetically for mercy, they tend to neglect it."

Long Haul glances over at Scrapper as the conversation turns to 'gestalts' and 'aft-grabbing.' He shakes his head. If any Autobot gestalts were to try something like THAT with Devastator, they'd be in for a hurting, that's for sure!

A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock) snickers slightly, "Yeah...well the ruddy bastard shot me from behind. Least I took out my target..." He hrms, "Want me to transform, Doc...erm uh...Sir?"

Scrapper taps Cinderblock on one of his wings and then waves a hand dismissively. "Stay in plane form for now. Transforming might just injure you further at this point." Y'know, stuff gets moved around, maybe some cables snap that shouldn't snap. Eeek. As if he only half remembered, he asks, "Oh. Local anesthesia, general anesthesia, pain systems toned down, straps... what'll it be? This is going to be fairly major."

A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock) hrms, "Actually, Sir. I ain't feeling much of anything. My diagnostic systems haven't reinitialled yet... They're a little...slow."

That, and he got hurt as a plane, so all the injured parts are available as a plane. Transform, and you might shunt something to subspace that needs to be fixed.

Yes, Long Haul knows these things. He does repair gumbies from time to time, after all. But right now he continues to just stand in place, staring steadily at the door, only taking a moment now and again to spare a glance to his brother's efforts.

A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock) hrms, "...well that sounded good. Diagnostics are back on line... Weapons aren't and some systems are OH HOLY PRIMUS! Drug me up! DRUG ME UP!"

Scrapper takes a step back, scalpel wiggling in one hand. Well, Cinderblock did remember the 'sir', and if it'll shut him up a bit, Scrapper's all for anesthesia. It's hard to operate if one's patient is yelling and screaming, after all. He rummages around in his toolkit, comes up with something, briefly glances at the expiry date, shrugs, and administers it to Cinderblock. Yay drugs.

A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock) sighs in a bit of relief, "...ah...there we go... Thanks, Sir..."

Long Haul's torso shakes in a silent surpressed chuckle as the pain hits Cinderblock, shaking his head as he does. Heh. Heh heh. This is why it's not so bad to be stuck in medical. There's so often a floor show!

Granted, usually the Constructicons ARE the floor show, but still.

Scrapper waits for Cinderblock's, er, display to subside. Repairs on a moving target are usually a bad idea, and Scrapper's only all about the bad ideas when it comes to a) management, b) superweapons, and c) reasoned debate. "Ah, that's better. Now let's get that wound cleaned up..." The Constructicon clutches his scale with a better grip and sets into cleaning up the wound.

Scrapper begins work on A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock)'s injuries.

Your repair attempt is successful, and A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock)'s self-repair systems can handle the remaining damage.

Long Haul is still standing there, putting the same level of patience and determination into doing this duty as he normally puts into a monotonous job where he must spend days at a time transporting things from one place to another, putting aside his boredom to do a job he knows is necessary.

Of course, viewing this job as he views hauling also means that to his mind, it now really, really sucks, too.

Scrapper continues with cleaning up the wound and then tucks away the scalpel. He sets into fixing what connection he can, but he'll need to patch in some new parts, and that means... "Long Haul, mind taking a break to fetch me a few things for Cinderblock here?"

A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock) rotates his vulcan slightly, working out of a few bugs, "...you do nice work, Sir."

Oh, goody. Long Haul gets to put one scrap job on hold so he can do another. The transporter turns his head to face his brother, tilting it slightly in confusion. Did Scrapper just... ask him, instead of just commanding? "Yeah? Whaddaya need?" And then, at Cinderblock's complement, he snaps, "Of course he does!"

A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock) mmms, "...that definately is good work. I should get beat up more often..."

Scrapper makes out a datapad and hands it to Long Haul. "Just this stuff." As for Cinderblock, he gives him a sharp rap on one wing, not enough to damage him but in such a spot that it should still sting a little despite the drugs. "If you decide to become a hangar queen, I may be more likely to do rush jobs. Get it?" Scrapper likes doing a good job. Scrapper does not like it when MilOps unduly makes extra work for him. Despite the momentary venom, he quickly quiets and resumes repairs.

A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock) chuckles, "I try to avoid seeing your smiling faceplate as much as possible, Sir. I wouldn't be in here if that bastard Defensor didn't hit me when my back was turned. Is it safe for me to transform?"

You take several moments to run a medical scan on A-10 Thunderbolt (Cinderblock)...

Long Haul looks over the list. "Right.. right... right..." he mutters, and then he looks up at Scrapper. "Uhm, Scrapper? A couple of these items aren't stored in here. I'll, uhm... I'll have to leave medical to get it." His voice sounds distinctly worried, as though he's afraid he'd be shirking one of his duties to perform the other.

Scrapper takes a moment to run a scan on Cinderblock and then answers, "Yeah, you're good to go. And that's what I like to hear. Healthy MilOps members not only mean healthy MilOps members, which is good in and of itself, but it means I have more time for other things. Like paperwork." And boy, does Scrapper have paperwork to do. Maybe he should look into some of that. He then answers Long Haul, "Eh, nix on that, then. Cinderblock seems to be fine without those things."

The A-10 splits apart, revealing the Decepticon Cinderblock!

Cinderblock switches and swivels apart on the bed, before sitting up, and cracking his neck sharply, "...much better..."

Scrapper evidently comes from the Hot Rod school of 'leaving stuff out makes it all better'.

"Oh. All right." Long Haul plods back over to his spot and shakes his head before straightening up and going back to his impersonation of a statue. It's something of a bind he's in. In order to prove himself competent at a task beyond hauling, such as guard duty, which is normally given to WARRIORS, he must come to view it... much as he views hauling. ARGH. The Constructicon slumps for a moment before he reminds himself that PROPER guards don't slump, and then he goes back to standing straight up.

Cinderblock has disconnected.

Long Haul vanishes out of reality.

Long Haul has left.