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| - Grim-Repair begins work on Silverbolt's minor injuries. Grim-Repair stands by as the orderlies carry Silverbolt into the medtent. The flaps are left open, of course, so that they can still converse with Inferno and those outside. Grim-Repair sets about turning Silverbolt's pain receptors off, and then starting to remove sheet metal, which ends up in a pile on the floor, right next to a cardboard cut-out of Radar O'Reilly. Silverbolt is.....laid out on a table for repairs? With the crews on scene provided direction and efforts already underway, Inferno nods sagely as he crosses his arms, optics locked on the responders for just a moment longer as he mentally touches his checklist. It's times like these that the training pays off. Arrive on scene, give simple direction, and like Patton once said, tell them what to do and let them surprise you with their ingenuity. It is poetry in motion, but training is what provides the pen and paper. And with that done, it is only left to the Big Red Machine to smile, nod approvingly, and shift his attention to the care of his brother in arms being serviced in the tent set up by the Junkion master of the macabre. Stepping to the tent and peering inside, he chuckles at the view, and speaks in his lackadasical manner. "So... Whut yer sayin' is ya got yeller, strapped up Superion by th' boots, n' picked awn th' lil' kids, 'Bolt? Doc, turn his nasty n' mean-o-meter up while ya's in there." Grim-Repair nods, and mumbles something about "mean and nasty" as he torques this thingamawhat here and re-connects it with that wahoozy over there. From somewhere inside Silverbolt's left hip joint comes the sounds of what sounds like a beltsander being run over a kitten. Ever few seconds, the doctor punctuates his work with a reassuring "Mwahahahahaha." Peacekeeper has made the short trip over to the recently-won Omsk to see just /what/ was so important that required so many casualties after the fact. Besides, it seems like her medical staff back at Yamalia had the injured there taken care of--and it's got its own nice defenses as well. She thinks she spots a large red mech peeering inside the tent--and once she gets closer, even recognizes who it is. "Well, well, look who's come back," she remarks with a wry grin. "It's been a long time, Inferno. Where've you been lately?" Silverbolt leans up...even as the gumbies are repairing him and waves. "Hey Peacekeeper. I take full blame for this." He then flops back onto the bench. Grim-Repair is not a gumby! He is a fully-fleshed and apped character! Just for that, he's going to remove your head and replace it with Beachcomber's. Powerglide arrives from the Yamalia to the north. Powerglide has arrived. Inferno can't help but recognize the voice himself, and turning his head to catch the oncoming Autobot in his optics, he puts on the meanest, angriest, nastiest, most fake and obvious scowl he can manage, contorting his face to the point of comedy. A massively thick, black finger levels heavily, accusingly, and playfully. "Fire prevention n' protection doan happen by fallin' outta th' sky, lil' missy! Y'all could... Catch awn fire! Burst inta flame wit' yer jilly-jackin' n' messin' around! 'Sides... Somebody 'round here's gotta do th' stuff that don't put yer face in th' papers." Adding a wink and yet another smile, one that seems to grow in honest delight with each passing moment, the Big Red Machine peeks back into the tent, adding yet another quip to the repair process. "Doc, doan ferget t' replace that merge unit, now... Galvatrawn might come back, n' we might need someone that cain't fit under th' door t' come saaaaaave th' day!" For the sake of moving forward, Grim-Repair finishes his work on Silverbolt..it wasn't all that much anyhow, all things considered. Replacing the last armor plate with sounds and gesticulations that do not accurately match the precision and care with which he performs the actions, Grim stands back and admires his work. "Klinger! Next patient!" Immediately, the two Junkion gumbys pick up Silverbolt's litter, walk to the front of the tent, and unceremoniously toss Silverbolt back out into the outside. Powerglide just sort of shows up because that's what he does, and damn he's good at it. He looks at...whatever it is that's there, "So, uh, what's goin' on?" Silverbolt blinks as he's shoved out of the tent and....blinks. "uh....yeah. I guess I'm better." he says doing a quick systems check, and chuckles. "oh boy." he says softly before waving to Peacekeeper again. "Hey Peacekeeper. We did it.....sorta." Peacekeeper laughs and shakes her helm slightly. Yup, that's Inferno alright. She'd been rather concerned after the whole confusion concerning the Juice incident, but at least now she can relax a bit on that concern. She looks at the tent as Silverbolt is suddenly tossed back outside on his aft, so to speak, then at Silverbolt as she makes sure of that with a quick scan of her own. "Aye, so I hear. But what do you mean by 'sorta'?" She quickly looks inside the tent--her optics narrowed and a frown on her face. "Grim-Repair! I think you need to treat your patients with a bit more care than that!" Not even she is /that/ bad, goodness. Silverbolt taps his helm a bit. "well, i'm only processing pieces of what happened with Superion.....but the fact that I'm still here must mean we took Omsk....so..." When Peacekeeper looks in, Grim-Repair is standing, canoodling with a Junkion gumbyfemme who is dressed up like Hot Lips Hoolihan. With a quick motion, he drops the two flaps of the tent, while yelling "Get out, Frank!" Then, silence..a minute goes by with no sound eminating from the tent, until once more, Grim can be heard yelling.. "IT'S ALIIIIIIIIIVE!" "'Bolt, how exactly does a feller 'sorta' put a whoopin' awn another feller?" Peering through a somewhat serious look upon his face, the firefighter stares for a moment, managing to pat the Aerialbot on the shoulder in a gesture of a job well done. "Own up to it, hoss. Y'all put them Deceptipunks awn they's heels. Quit crawfishin' n' stick yer chest out a lil'." And in a violent explosion of vocal assault, Inferno stand erect, eyes shifting to the crews in the distance, bellowing out a command that would shatter the eardrums of the innocent. "AH SEE ONE MORE A' Y'ALL STANDIN' AROUND, AH'M PERSONALLY PASSIN' OUT DENTS IN YER SKULLS. MOVE! THIS AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN 'CAUSE PRIMUS WILLED IT, DAMMIT." And with that said, it's back to good ol' easy-tempered Inferno, shaking his head at the actions of the Junkion in the tent. "Hilarious." Peacekeeper manages to duck back outside in a hurry rubbing her visor with one hand. Oi, Junkions... "Best leave him alone," she decides dryly, wincing as she rubs the right side of her helm--the side Inferno's on--to make sure her audio is still working. She cants her gaze to Silverbolt and chuckles a bit. "Seeing how we're still in Omsk now, I'd say it's safe to assume that you guys won." That, and she'd be in /far/ less of a good mood if they hadn't. Silverbolt chuckles at Inferno and Peacekeeper. "Inferno, this was a team effort. I'll admit Superion is pretty much a separate entity, he's a combination of a team." Hazard rolls in across the crude road leading to the Autobot encampment and pulls up alongside the others before transforming into his robot mode. "Ooh." he grimaces, loosening his shoulder post-transformation, "GOt some mud in the wrong spot there." he looks around, "So, what we building here folks? I heard you could use some of my expertise!" he eyes the surrounding Autobots, making an attempt to supress any giggles at his use of the term "expertise". Grim-Repair has disconnected. "Team eff'rt, pfffft. Mah tailpipe n' mah carburetor is a team eff'rt. Y'all kicked Galvatrawn's tailboard n' yer too damn humble t' take th' pat awn th' back. Knucklehead." Adding a squeeze to the Aerialbot's shoulder to indicate the jest in his statement, Inferno sighs quietly, his eyes already shifting again to the crews off in the distance. Apaprently barking orders isn't going to get this done, and knowing full well from the scratches, dings, and grime on his own hands what hard work by example can do, the firefighter steps back, runs that very hand down his face, and prepares himself for the task at hand. "Welp... Wish ah could pin th' medal awn yer chest, slick. But they doan give medals fer doin' yer job, do they. Anyway, ah got me some work that needs doin'." Adding a confidence building wink and a short wave to Grim-Repair and Peacekeeper, Inferno starts to depart, just in time for Hazard's rickety old jeep to come be-bopping up and interrupt the crying, the sadness, and the overall loss of resolve and morale at the firefighter's departure. Waving a hand over his head as he begins to walk away, he smiles, winks, and creates a makeshift gun with his fingers that levels on Hazard even as he departs. "Don't go stickin' aroun' TOO long, Haz. Ah jes' might stick a shovel in yer hands! Holler if'n y'all need me!" Powerglide has disconnected. Peacekeeper chuckles softly. "We will, Inferno. Good to see you again." She glances over at Hazard as he arrives and grins. Another mech she'd been concerned about as of late. "Good cycle, Hazard. Glad to see you've recovered," she greets with a slight wave. "Inferno's in charge of building a new outpost here. Not quite sure what he has in mind, though." A voice, far in the distance but easily discernable as to who it belongs to, shouts across the Russian winds, falling weakly and feathery on your audial receptors. "Whutever it is, y'all can bet yer exhaust pipes it'll have a sprinkler system!" Hazard nods towards Peacekeeper, "I'm just fine, thanks!" he flexes his right arm while gripping it with the left, "New arm is working out just fine. BETTER even." his optics flare slightly in excitement, "I even added a few upgrades of my own... out of spec, sure, but worth the risk I think." he looks aside, "Just have to keep an optic out for certain side-eff.. well, no need to go into that now!" he changes the subject quickly, "So, this is Russia huh? Wonder what the Decepticons want with this place." Peacekeeper rolls her optics a bit. Hazard's almost as bad as DepthCharge... "Aye, this is Russia. As for what the Decepticons want with this country, I don't know. All I'm worried about is keeping guys like Silverbolt here," a brief jab of the thumb over her shoulder at him, "up and running so we can continue liberating each sector as we can." She shrugs and folds her hands behind her helm, canting her gaze to the engineer. "So, what do you think should be built? We've got a battlefield repair station in the sector north of here, so I think we can focus on power here." Especially since this seems to be a pretty highly contested area, if last night was of any indication. Hazard puts his hands on his hips and thinks for a moment as Peacekeeper finishes, "Power is right! What we need is some kind of SEIGE weapon. Something long-range. Something capable of taking out a Combiner in one hit if they decide to send Abominous or Devastator after us.." he muses for a moment, "Silverbolt... do you think you can fly around and scavenge us some I-beams from some of those skyscraper ruins? I think maybe we can convert one of these abandoned Russian artillary tanks into some kind of hypervelocity rail cannon..." he looks towards Peacekeeper, "With a decent energon supply, we should be able to energize steel I-beams and modify one of these cannons to utilize the polarity of the resulting electromagentic field to launch them. Sort of like..." he looks around absent-mindedly, "A ballista!" ... "Of course there is the issue of the delta-radiati... well, I'm sure that is negligable." Smokescreen has connected. Smokescreen moves north to the Yamalia. Smokescreen has left. Peacekeeper thinks about that idea. "The sector to the north has a steady supply of oil. If nothing else, we could convert that energy supply to Energon and use it to fuel your mega-weapon," she remarks, relying purely on logic and not 'political correctness'. "Of course, we could get in trouble with the humans for using their resources like that, so probably best leave that for a last-resort." She nods faintly as she glances towards where Inferno is currently keeping the construction-'Bots in line and working. "I think that could be doable. I'll have to leave it up to you, though, since I'm not too skilled in construction work." Oh boy, is she making the right choice there? Silverbolt blinks at Peacekeeper. "Steady supply of oil?" Hazard manages (barely) to supress a triumphant grin, and flips his hand open to summon a "cyber-manilla" folder into his hand from subspace (or possibly it was an animation error and he was holding the folder all along?). "I -JUST SO HAPPEN- to have the blueprints already drawn up!" he rummages through the folder with his left hand, "Let's see... Decepti-iron, Autobot launcher, mirror gun, mumblevac, drunkomat.. ah ha! Here it is, 'Ener-Ballista'." he hands the document over to Peacekeeper for inspection, "It will need some modifications naturally." Peacekeeper tilts her helm slightly at Silverbolt. "Didn't you notice all of the refineries they have up in Yamalia? Humans don't build such structures unless they've found an energy supply--usually oil," she points out. She accepts the blueprints and studies it carefully, knowing full-well of Hazard's more destructive streak. Reminds her of Whirligig, except far less repentant. She narrows her optics faintly at the mention of further modifications. "Only as long as such modifications don't increase the chances of it exploding at the worst possible time," she replies. Hazard nods as seriously as possible (e.g. for him: not very) towards Peacekeeper, "Of course not. This design is specifically created to be explosion-proof." his voice then trails off in an aside, "Implosions on the other hand..." He looks towards Silverbolt, "How do you feel about rummaging us up some I-beams Silverbolt? I don't think the humans will mind if we salvage some of these ruined skyscrapers." Silverbolt blinks his optics a couple of times. "Peacekeeper.....before Optimus lost his spark (life-spark), The Decepticons raided an old Oil refinery in the Americas....to produce energon...." Silverbolt looks over to Hazard. "I have Systems damage, Hazard.....and I'm not that strong to begin with. I'll radio for others to join us....but I'm afraid I can't help you quite yet." Peacekeeper rumbles softly and lowers the blueprints as she fully faces Silverbolt. "Listen. I'm not saying we can nor will stoop to Decepticon tactics--that's the /last/ thing I'd /ever/ suggest. Pits, far more diplomatic Autobots than me could gain permission for us to use a small portion of the oil in the Yamalian Refineries in order to power our outposts, for all I know. Most likely, I can have 'Aid send cubes from our Energon stores instead." She rolls up the plans. "All I'm saying is that we are not far away from an energy source--which makes it even more manditory to keep Yamalia safe." She hands the plans back to Hazard, but doesn't release hold of it to make sure Hazard listens to her. "Explosions include implosions as well, Hazard. Build this thing to hurt Decepticons, not us--and not to self-destruct in some fasion. Am I clear?" Silverbolt puts his hands on his hips.....and winces. "You really need to quit being so paranoid, Peacekeeper. I was saying that those refineries MIGHT be what the Decepticons are after!" Hazard takes the plans back from Peacekeeper, "Yes! Er.. no explosions or implosions. Guaranteed!" he grins, "The only thing exploding here will be Decepticon Combiners... about time I paid back Devastator for putting me in that hole in 2005.." Peacekeeper rubs her visor. She probably should've gotten more recharge instead of making sure the wounded from last night were taken care of, but ah well. "Sorry, 'Bolt. You're completely right, and we'd be fools not to believe that they wouldn't at least attempt to attack that area again sometime in the near future." She smirks faintly at Hazard. "Good. I'll see if I can't get some of those metal parts you mentioned needing for the construction. I need to do something to help in some way." Hazard goes home. Hazard has left. Tracks arrives from the Yamalia to the north. Tracks has arrived. Smokescreen arrives from the Yamalia to the north. Smokescreen has arrived. Blue Corvette drives along with Smokescreen towards the Autobots. "Hello everyone...anything new in the region today?" Silverbolt chuckles over to Peacekeeper. "Thanks for the once over, Peacekeeper. Grim-repair had me.......worried." Stock Car rolls up behind Tracks- significantly less-pretty than the corvette- mostly due to the fact that he's not yet had the chance to re-paint himself in his standard blue & red. "Hm. So when're we gonna put together the next outpost, ya think?" Silverbolt then looks to Tracks and grins. "Only that we now hold Omsk." He then looks over to the stock car. "Inferno and Hazard are working on the new depot." he says looking over towards the construction crews. "But he's gonna need.....I-beams. The screwball mechs fashioning up some sort of Gauss cannon or something." Peacekeeper waves one hand slightly as she begins walking towards the destroyed buildings. "He's eccentric, but that comes with being a Junkion, I suppose," she remarks with a smirk. She glances over to the incoming group and nods in confirmation to Silverbolt's explaination. Tracks shifts into his dashing robot mode. Tracks says, "I-beams? Hmm..." he rubs his chin. "I suppose we could gather a bit of building material from some of the areas that were recently attacked. Yamalia, the missile base in Siberia (if there are no Decepticons still there, of course)." Stock Car hmmms. "I beams, huh? Well, it shouldn't be TOO hard to scrounge up some building material..." he says- it's a good thing Smokey's in car mode, or else one might see a 'devilish smirk' by now. Silverbolt nods quietly. "How far are your internal systems in the red? if they are." Peacekeeper gives Tracks a mild curious look. "Mechs, in case you haven't noticed, there are damaged and destroyed buildings all around us. I think nobody will mind if we enact a little... clean-up after yesterday's battle, hm?" She casts a smirk towards Smokescreen and continues walking. "Well, I'll see what I can put together....might as well get SOMETHING done, while I'm still recovering." he grins, and revs his engines. "You guys be careful- I'll keep in touch, and I'll let you know once I find something." and off he goes! Smokescreen has disconnected. Tracks shrugs, unconciously turning the motion into a vaguely elegant gesture with one hand coming up just so. "That's actually an excellent idea. There were quite a few building that were nearly destroyed in the fighting here. If there are any materials that are still suitably intact, we can use those." He heads off towards one of the collapsed buildings. You take several moments to run a medical scan on Tracks...
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