Ep. 1 - Adaptation - [Closed]
Sept 9, 2014 18:35:22 GMT -5
Post by Flatline on Sept 9, 2014 18:35:22 GMT -5
Flatline's attempts to force Red Alert back online, proved to be useless. The damage he had undergone ought to end up fatal, or really... should have... Flatline was not happy in the slightest he had to partly reverse his work. It would have been great for him to go back to the Nemesis, and validate his injuries by stating a claim to an Autobot life. He didn’t know everything yet when it came to this planet or the opposing team, but he did know the Autobots had dwindled numbers, and even one loss? Was a huge hit for them.
Maybe he could still do something once he was freed, maybe he could still survive even when killing this fool. It was something to consider, but his processor capabilities were a bit lower now from his own 'blood' loss. While it was not really lost but offered to keep his bartering chip alive, it still drained a decent amount of Energon from his lines, and made him hate the other mech that much more potently.
It was for the best the Autobot's backup decided to show up when it did, because the Decepticon was just starting to consider the pros and cons of killing Red Alert and trying to escape with his corpse as a shield or something once more. His hand had even been raised to grasp at the pipe connecting their Energon lines. If he wrenched it out? Ripping the connectors? The fool would bleed out rather quickly all things considered... but no no... the rumble of moving rocks up above caught his attention, and redirected his processing power.
The groan of the rubble above them, made Flatline hyper aware of how readily they could both be crushed. It'd be not the intent of anyone involved, but it could just happen at any given moment and it was definitely an alarming thought for sure. The strain of the above structures caused bits of debris and dust to sift and slide down into the small hole they had been hiding within. It did not take long for a small opening to form, before two sets of hands grasped at the larger stones and started to wrench them away.
Well slag...
There were two of them. He had anticipated such when he thought he heard two sets of footfalls and the muffled talking... but the talking could have been talking back to base?... no he was just being hopeful... foolish... and now? He realized he had to act despite his exhausted and damaged frame. Flatline struggled a moment as such, rolling up onto his foot and... post stump... carefully, before easing upright. This caused the Energon line connecting him to Red to go taunt a moment, but he ignored it and the discomfort of such a thing, reaching over to loop long spindly fingers behind both of Red's shoulders, eyeing the thing that had kept him pinned.
The harpoon.
Without warning, and pulling as hard as he could, Flatline hefted the unconscious Autobot up and off of the harpoon, causing the sealed Energon lines he had temporarily patched, to rupture with sickening crackles. The bleeding would not be immediately life threatening if he recalled correctly, but it would sure add to making him look that much worse off than he was. With the ragdoll pulled off of the harpoon, he struggled to maneuver him until Flatline was shakily standing with Red in front of him as a sort of living shield.
All of the mech's injuries, all of the anguish he had gone through, would be plainly visible to the other medic that Flatline could now see. The massive split down his arm that was barely cobbled together, the marionette like strings of cables that held up mangled chunks of fingers. The lacerated slice across his chest, and the mauling scratches on his face. All the way to the punctured hole gored through his shoulder. If the medic was terribly mindful? They may notice the linked Energon lines, recognizing that to somehow try to sneak a headshot over Red's shoulder? Could end with Red getting hurt more from the lines being torn. Flatline was keeping him alive...
"I suggest you back up..."
Flatline's inky words slid out as a low hiss, snaking through the dust filled air with venom. His right hand, was looped under Red's own, hooking up to gingerly splay his hands across the Autobot's throat, the long talons clicking against the delicate Energon lines there. His left arm was hooked over his waist, to try to support his weight as best he could.
Flatline himself was a mess, blue seeping out from his side injury which was a mangled mass of melted wire casings, while his one shoulder had the armor completely ripped off. His exposed shoulder joint was very vulnerable right now, all of the gears and hinges plainly visible as they slid across one another. A few crunched bits of metal, some more Energon both his own and Reds, the two almost looked like Terrorcons pulled back from death.
Atop all this, Flatline had a weird mix of things visible in his optics and field. He seemed so tired, so exhausted, just wanting to give up and recharge to recover. But at the same time? There was a hyper edge of focus and determination, that made him look unhinged and a bit twitchy edgy from the tainted Energon that flowed back into him. He was unstable, and if the other two were not careful? He could end up ripping open Red's throat just because they spited him.
"...NOW!"
Maybe he could still do something once he was freed, maybe he could still survive even when killing this fool. It was something to consider, but his processor capabilities were a bit lower now from his own 'blood' loss. While it was not really lost but offered to keep his bartering chip alive, it still drained a decent amount of Energon from his lines, and made him hate the other mech that much more potently.
It was for the best the Autobot's backup decided to show up when it did, because the Decepticon was just starting to consider the pros and cons of killing Red Alert and trying to escape with his corpse as a shield or something once more. His hand had even been raised to grasp at the pipe connecting their Energon lines. If he wrenched it out? Ripping the connectors? The fool would bleed out rather quickly all things considered... but no no... the rumble of moving rocks up above caught his attention, and redirected his processing power.
The groan of the rubble above them, made Flatline hyper aware of how readily they could both be crushed. It'd be not the intent of anyone involved, but it could just happen at any given moment and it was definitely an alarming thought for sure. The strain of the above structures caused bits of debris and dust to sift and slide down into the small hole they had been hiding within. It did not take long for a small opening to form, before two sets of hands grasped at the larger stones and started to wrench them away.
Well slag...
There were two of them. He had anticipated such when he thought he heard two sets of footfalls and the muffled talking... but the talking could have been talking back to base?... no he was just being hopeful... foolish... and now? He realized he had to act despite his exhausted and damaged frame. Flatline struggled a moment as such, rolling up onto his foot and... post stump... carefully, before easing upright. This caused the Energon line connecting him to Red to go taunt a moment, but he ignored it and the discomfort of such a thing, reaching over to loop long spindly fingers behind both of Red's shoulders, eyeing the thing that had kept him pinned.
The harpoon.
Without warning, and pulling as hard as he could, Flatline hefted the unconscious Autobot up and off of the harpoon, causing the sealed Energon lines he had temporarily patched, to rupture with sickening crackles. The bleeding would not be immediately life threatening if he recalled correctly, but it would sure add to making him look that much worse off than he was. With the ragdoll pulled off of the harpoon, he struggled to maneuver him until Flatline was shakily standing with Red in front of him as a sort of living shield.
All of the mech's injuries, all of the anguish he had gone through, would be plainly visible to the other medic that Flatline could now see. The massive split down his arm that was barely cobbled together, the marionette like strings of cables that held up mangled chunks of fingers. The lacerated slice across his chest, and the mauling scratches on his face. All the way to the punctured hole gored through his shoulder. If the medic was terribly mindful? They may notice the linked Energon lines, recognizing that to somehow try to sneak a headshot over Red's shoulder? Could end with Red getting hurt more from the lines being torn. Flatline was keeping him alive...
"I suggest you back up..."
Flatline's inky words slid out as a low hiss, snaking through the dust filled air with venom. His right hand, was looped under Red's own, hooking up to gingerly splay his hands across the Autobot's throat, the long talons clicking against the delicate Energon lines there. His left arm was hooked over his waist, to try to support his weight as best he could.
Flatline himself was a mess, blue seeping out from his side injury which was a mangled mass of melted wire casings, while his one shoulder had the armor completely ripped off. His exposed shoulder joint was very vulnerable right now, all of the gears and hinges plainly visible as they slid across one another. A few crunched bits of metal, some more Energon both his own and Reds, the two almost looked like Terrorcons pulled back from death.
Atop all this, Flatline had a weird mix of things visible in his optics and field. He seemed so tired, so exhausted, just wanting to give up and recharge to recover. But at the same time? There was a hyper edge of focus and determination, that made him look unhinged and a bit twitchy edgy from the tainted Energon that flowed back into him. He was unstable, and if the other two were not careful? He could end up ripping open Red's throat just because they spited him.
"...NOW!"