This Bear ain't Going Over no Mountain, All Welcome

[Charger426]

When the polar bear approached Sabreblade, he was some what alarmed and ready to take the defensive. But once he realized her intentions, we was grateful and more than a little ashamed as she pulled him off the ice by the scruff of his neck.

" Ah!!! Easy. EASY!" He was surprised that she could move him, especially with the ice involved. But she did it. All he had to do was keep pushing his weight with his good leg while favoring his injured limb. She manged to pull him from the ice and set him down. Sabreblade nervously looked around and sniffed the air for any familiar scents. Being drug like a cub would be hard to live down if any of his team mates were to happen upon the scene.

But the next thing on top of his mind was why. He still stood on three legs but more confidently now without the threat of slipping. He was regaining some of his confidence. He was sure if he had to he could attack more effectively now, even with one leg giving him some difficulty. But he fealt the need for that had passed. His curiosity had been piqued by this female Predacon who chose to help him rather than destroy.

" Umm... Thanks, Snowflake. I appreciate the.. lift." His head cocked sideways slightly as he began to inquire about his rescuer. " It's funny, but you don't seem like a typical Predacon warrior or scout to me. I mean, its my understanding from past experience that you guys would just slag a Maximal on sight. You could of, pardon the pun, "iced" me just now. What are you really, A technician, comm specialist, duct cleaner?"

[Mayhem]

Since she had her mouth full, she only rolled her eyes at his unnecessary orders. The only way he could have had a smoother transport was if he had been removed by a crane. Since erecting one would have taken longer than simply waiting for the ice to melt, carrying him made more sense.

Once he was down, she returned to the ice for both strategic and comfort reasons. She already knew he would not follow her onto the ice again. Plus the ice suited her better, especially with external temperatures on the rise.

She bristled at his statement. She should have expected as much from a filthy Maximal.

“Any how many Predacons do you personally know? You Maximals are always thinking yourselves as high judges of the universe. We’re not all what you make us to be. And I am NOT a duct cleaner! You can just kiss my shiny white skid plates!"

[Charger426]

Sabreblade didn't intend to insult his "savior". He was merely trying to learn more about the Predacon who had opted not to slag his striped aft. Obviously his opinions of Predacons was not true. He had to make amends with this femme before things get out of hand.

" O.k. Fine. Your not a duct cleaner. I was just trying to figure you out. You'll have to excuse my lack of social skills. I'm skilled on the battle field, but I seem to come up short when off duty. On this colony mission alone I've managed to insult the commander by mistaking him for a femme. I tried lecturing my boss, Moonhunter, on military protocols. Tried to strong arm a young femme while escorting her to the brig. And tried to get the medic to change her alt form because it was the same as mine."

The last admission really hurt. It had been so long since he had spoken to the medic, Lightfang. The start of their relationship was going well, too well. 'Blade new there was going to be something he would do to screw it up. So he took the coward's path, avoidance. Used his duties as an excuse to hide behind. He shook himself out of repose. He lost himself in the past so much he temporarily forgot about the polar bear watching over him.

"I'm sorry. My cpu has been processing a lot of thought streams of late." a slight flash of pain from his leg registered and announced itself across his internal H.U.D. "Hmm. Damage sensors indicate my left hind hinge pin has become misplaced. Mind if I transform and knock it back into place?"

This post has been edited by Charger426 on Oct 20 2009, 07:46 PM

[Mayhem]

Maydae gave a curt nod and a bearish snort.

Damn right she was no duct cleaner!

Thought she pretended not to be overly interested in his lament of a story, Maydae could secretly relate to it. As a medic, there were few, if any, who could out match her. Out of the med-bay, she was a walking disaster. She did not get along with the senior medical officer. The next time she crossed paths with the Predacon leader would likely be her last. And she had a nack for accidentally destroying or blowing things up.

The Maximal medic! That was who he reminded her of. The day of the crash, Maximals had arrived on the scene to help. Idiotic Bane had nearly refused the help. Maydae had been outside at the time and thought she would get blasted along with the Maximals. Fortunately, Maydae had been allowed to bring in the Maximal medic unharmed. Although Maydae did not like the crew, their functioning were still her responsibility. Many went off line that day but not as many as there could have been thanks to the visiting medic.

“Not at all. Be my guess.”

She could use the entertainment. There was just something amusing about bots trying to do self repairs. Besidse, if he really messed things up, she could patch him up. If he decided to take a shot at her, well, she was close enough to the pile of broken ice pillars to dive for cover.

[Charger426]

Sabreblade began his transformation, fur covered chest splitting open and folding back, head flipping backwards to reveal his true self. When it came time to convert his legs, he let out a grunt as metal grated against metal in his knee. "Rrrrg! Slag it!" He managed to complete the process and sat down on his aft and pulled his leg up to examine the knee.

" Old battle injury keeps acting up. Got knocked around pretty good when some rolling insects attacked the colony. Let me tell you, it was some battle. But 'Ol Sabreblade came through in the end. I just about single handedly drove off the attack. Yeah, I could teach you a thing or two about combat." He could now see more clearly where the hinge pin was starting to protrude. During the insect attack he was hit so hard that it cracked the retainer plate. " Looks like the spot welds broke. Had a maintenance tech weld a bead to hold it in place. Been avoiding the medbay, so I haven't gotten it taken care of yet." He didn't know why he said that last part. He figured he just had to get it off his chest and who was a Predacon going to tell.

He looked around and found a sizable rock and picked it up. "Ah! This will do." He began slamming the rock into the pin in an attemp to knock it back in. On the third blow the rock shattered into three pieces. " Don't make rocks like they used to, eh Snowflake?"

[Mayhem]

The grinding made her cringe. Already her processor was shooting out a number of diagnoses and possible repair techniques. It was an occupational hazard. For an experimental prototype, her creators had really slacked on her programming. Pred or Maxie, she would repair them all. True, she was wary of Maximals but nowhere in her programming did she find herself limited to treat one alliance or another.

Old battle injury? Who had old injuries?! To her, it screamed of improper maintenance and shoddy repairs. The details of the battle did not interest her. Epic battles and such were not within her realm of interests. While others sat around regaling each other with war stories, she preferred to work on her inventions or download whatever she could from the ship’s memory banks.

Spot welds? All Spark help her. Just the thought of such crude mechanics made her want to groan out loud. Oh course he had been avoiding the med bay. It didn’t surprise her. Why did bots always put off maintenance when it was so clear they were in need of essential repairs?

A rock? Maydae watched him with wide optic horror. No.. he wouldn’t… even a frag-brain wouldn’t… But he did. Maydae winced. That did it.

“You mechs and your stupid strong arm tactics for everything,” she chastised and transformed.

She walked across the ice as easily as she walked down a corridor. Once she left the ice, she began pulling out tools from hidden compartments on her arms and legs.

“You love all the battles and smashing things but a simple med bay scares you? Typically.”

She knelt down beside his damaged joint. Without asking, she began examining the injury.

Frowning, she grumbled as she worked, “If Bane had found you, you’d be scrap and for what? Avoiding routine maintenance? Not doing the repairs right the first time. Oh right, getting scrapped is sooo worth avoiding the med bay for. Stupid mechs.”

[Charger426]

*OoC: Sorry for the delay. I'll try to pick up the pace.*

" Excuse me! I don't remember authorizing any repairs." He recoiled a bit at the notion of a Predacon digging into his innermost workings. " Besides, there are battle field protocols we should be following." He searched his memory banks for a regulation prohibiting the acceptance of enemy medical assistance. No luck. " I mean, this is consorting with the enemy...right?" All rules and regs aside, he could use the assistance. ” But I guess technically this is not a combat zone so…. go ahead, do your thing, Snowflake.” He allowed the Predacon to begin doing whatever it was she intended to do.

He then realized what she had just said about being scared of the Medbay. ” I just want to go on record to state that I am not afraid of the medbay. Its much more complicated than that.” He said with indignation. ” Its… something.. something you Preds probably wouldn’t understand. At least uh…I don’t think you would.” Sabreblade thought for a moment. It seemed like a harsh statement considering he wasn’t sure of many things lately.

[Mayhem]

“Anything with a drone level processor does not need to give authorization and only a drone would make self repairs with a rock,” she grumbled irritably and began to disassemble the joint.

Despite the speed at which she worked, she still managed to lay out each part carefully onto a platter of clean leaves. It was not the meticulous conditions she would have preferred but it was the best she could do. She refused to just lay everything straight onto the ground.

“Enemy?” she chided as she turned the offending piece in her hands, “Do you honestly need reminding of who attacked who, Slobberblade?”

She sat back and began remolding the hinge with the aid of the heat from her welding tool.

“Sure, because we Predacons are so stupid, unlike you wise me-smash-with-rock Maxies.”