“I’m open to suggestions.” He replied.
“Would it not be possible to place you within the enemy vessel? There you could fully exercise your abilities of espionage.”
“No good. Even if I was to get there, my stealth abilities are lacking. My main missions were getting in places normally inaccessible, not for sneaking in. My abilities mainly focus around getting into places that my alt-mode normally wouldn’t. Security would typically be lax past that point.”
“Captains would know, I’m sure,” the guard remarks.
The small cylinder fit in the palm of Broadwing’s hand, with a transparent section showing that its interior was filled with Blue Cybermatter. A black button capped one end of the device, and a needle could be seen stored inside the other.
“I see.”
Fortress said.
“Regardless, I’m sure there is some way your skills can be put to use.”
“Well, I would say that I could talk to them about it. But… Well… I’m certainly in no position to do so at the moment.”
Broadwing picked up the small object and looked it over.
“So… What exactly… do I do with this?”
He asked.
“I can’t fight, I can’t spy, I can’t build or repair, I’m not even all that smart, I can’t do Jack squat!” Darkside replied, annoyed at the optimism of Fortress, “I get told the same thing every d*** time, and it’s tiresome! I don’t want the d*** symapthy, I want a solution!”
Fortress stood awkwardly in silence.
“Do you want to try talking through it…?”
“What’d you do, anyway?” the guard asks. “We don’t usually get crewmembers in here. You pick a fight with a Decepticon or something?”
“You inject it,” Forcep answers.
“No. Not quite. An experiment of mine went, well, out of hand. And… Someone unfortunately paid the price for it as a result.”
Broadwing looks the object over a bit more. Taking time to fully think everything out. Once he was ready, he took a deep breath, and injected himself with the vial.
“Sorry to hear that,” the guard says. “If you don’t mind my asking, what were you working on?”
The Blue Cybermatter is thus dispersed into Broadwing’s system. The substance courses through his bloodstream (the energon-pumping cybertronian equivalent of one, anyway), reformatting the Decepticon’s body inside and out. Mishapen limbs and deformed mechanisms are reassembled, and Broadwing’s mechanical and organic components are briefly pulled apart, only to be joined again at the cellular level. His neural network is repaired, in a process that was certainly uncomfortable, though fortunately not outright painful to bear.
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Darkside sighed, looking a bit guilty.
“Sure, sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I get so many people offering sympathy, not solutions, so it’s a bit weird for me.”
“A decepticon came to me and asked for help installing a new beast mode. I included a behavior modulator to help ease her transition, but it overpowered her. And she went feral.”
Brieg said. Sounding quite ashamed of his actions.
The decepticon shouted. Not in pain, but in surprise. He stumbled as all sense of balance was monetarily lost. With one claw he gripped the closest ledge to support himself, and with the other he held his head. He stood there trembling as his entire body reshaped itself. Once the process was finished, he stood motionless, and silent.
“I understand. By all means, speak your mind.”
The guard frowns. Clearly, she held the same opinions about the idea as Topside.
“Is she alright now, at least?” she asks.
Forcep runs his scanner over Broadwing’s body, seeing that it was now much more robust in nature. He still looked much the same; the Blue Cybermatter had repaired and augmented Broadwing’s body, building upon existing framework rather than making something entirely new.
“How are you feeling?” the doctor asks him.
“I hope so. Though to be truthful I haven’t seen yet.”
Broadwing let go of the ledge and looked down at his own two hand claws. Looking over his body. He was astonished to find that he looked symmetrical. He felt incredible. And his mind was more clear now than it had ever been before. He looked up at the medic with a truly elated expression, and spoke with a voice quite different than what he sounded like before.
“For the first time in my existence, I feel no pain, no suffering. My mind is at last my own. I feel better now than I ever have. Thank you doctor. This is truly remarkable.”
He sounded rather articulate considering that, despite his improvements, he still bore a rather monstrous design.
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“I… have you ever thought you were cursed? ever noticed that things seem to go horribly wrong around you?”
“Mhm,” the guard replies, nodding her head.
“Don’t thank me,” Forcep says with a smirk. “Thank Primus, or whatever’s behind this stuff. Still, I’m… happy for you, Broadwing.”
“Not necessarily. Though my luck hasn’t been the greatest while aboard this vessel.”
“Despite what most seem to think, I do genuinely feel terrible for what I’ve done. She didn’t deserve to suffer like that. And I hope to make it up to her at some point.”
“It means a lot to hear that. However I must make my time here brief. Now that I have been cured, there are some things I must attend to.”
He said, turning to leave.
“How long did you live on Earth again?” Blight wondered.
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“Do people have a disturbing tendency to die or disappear around you?” he asked.
“Oh, about 35 years or so.”
“Oh, really?” Blight nodded. “I guess you probably liked it a lot there. Ever think about going back?”