Nebula returned to eating, feeling satisfied in her act of justice.
The med bay seemed well off for something found in a rolling fortress. A predacon medic was prepping a lot of his tools and equipment. After the Convoy reached his destination, he was certain the engine crew would need some maintenance.
The medic certainly seemed long in his years. One hand was different than the other, and the shin of the opposite side was similarly miss matched. He didn’t seem to notice Hemorrhage enter the room.
It was around that time Angel came crashing down on to the table. Yes this is a minor retcon but it makes more sense than no one noticing him fall out of the ceiling.
“Primus above, how hard does it have to be to just enjoy a meal.”
Axis groaned.
“Today is just full of surprises isn’t it?”
Maximus said.
And this condition wasn’t brought to doc’s attention because?! Are there more hiding conditions? There’s Tripwire’s oddness and now this. This–
Timberjack opens his mouth to speak, but then forces his jaw shut and swallows. When he does speak, it sounds like he was going to speak at a much higher volume but is trying to keep it low. This drops to his normal tone after a word or two.
“Sure thing, trade secret.” He pops in some more Energon and finishes it before continuing. “Well, I suppose you’re on the younger side. I’d haft to agree with the peer review – it’s crazy. Pretty sure insanity is a Cybertronian’s default state.”
“Few would stand for a Mini-Con sir, I must mention it.” Sheller says and then returns to his meal.
“Thank you sir,” Railgun says to Hemorrhage as the doc departs.
Similarly, the Railroad Team relaxes and returns to their meals.
“Hemorrhage does have a point. Though it depends on the battlefield.” Railgun comments to Nebula.
Though the sudden falling of Angel spooks them. Once again lucky to not be crushed, but Angel is small enough that he probably wouldn’t have flattened them.
“Ninjas!” Coverfire shouts with a jump. “I told you we should be looking up more!”
“Thank you. I’m not insane, it’s just some memory issues.” The nervous scorpion predacon said.
“Though maybe I should talk to Hemorrhage about this. What do you think?”
Hemorrhage clears his throat as he enters the med-bay, carrying the unconscious predacon over his shoulder.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he says dryly, “But I believe I have your first patient for the day.”
Backbreaker shrugs.
“Fought enough minicons to know better than to think you guys are nothin’. When I was just starting out in the Pits, I had an exhibition match against a minicon named Starburst- just something to keep the crowd happy while they got the main event set up, you know. Now, I like to think I put on a good enough show for a rookie, but at the end of it, the little guy hit me right out of the ring! I landed in the rigging they had all the overhead cameras set up on- nearly brought down half the ceiling!”
“He said something rather unkind to a friend of mine,” Hemorrhage explains. “Said friend retaliated by striking him in the face with a low-impulse energy weapon. He’s alright; just unconscious.”
“Oh, no, that’s not going to happen.” Darksting said, almost laughing.
“My current memory is fine, it’s just there’s some parts missing from earlier years.”
“He went on to become champion and win more money than even a teletraan computer could count, apparently,” Backbreaker recalls. “Then he left the pits and retired on some tropical paradise planet. I never saw him again after our fight.”
“Sure!”
Hoverbug moved closer to Juliana.
“Sorry if I’m bein’ weird or anythin’. Y’all are the first new bots I’ve met in a long time, on account a’ me bein’ stuck in the Sea of Rust for so long. And I wasn’t exactly the social type before all that. But I figured since I’d be travelin” with y’all for a while, might as well try to make a few friends right?"
“Do you think you could at least get off the table?”
Axis asked rather bluntly.
“It’s been a while since then,” Backbreaker says with a shrug. “I wouldn’t know if he’s still got a reputation. But man, I tell ya: if he’s still kicking, the Decepticons have got one more bot to be scared of.”
“How many people are they afraid of?” Tripwire wonders aloud. “Like, genuinely terrified?”
The medic huffed.
“Well then he should be fine. You have no idea how busy I’ll be in a few hours when we stop. I don’t need an extra body occupying one of my beds.”
He paused for moment, forcing himself to calm down.
“But… I suppose some diagnostics wouldn’t hurt. Just to make sure he’s alright. Leave him here, and I’ll look him over when I get the chance.”
“Omega Supreme, Superion, Defensor, the War Giants.”
Axis listed off.
“The autobots had plenty of super weapon soldiers that they deployed against the decepticons. Most of which I would imagine would scare your average con when they get dropped on to the battle field.”