Pretty sure he's dreaming, this /can't/ be real...

[memorial_wing]

Who: Thundercracker and OPEN
What: Come meet the newbie?
Where: The main hospital
When: Following this
Warnings: TC being a wounded, distrustful grouch

Wing, Bulkhead, and Jadewing have managed to get their not!trinemate to come in out of the cold, having dragged his busted-up carcass to the nearest Gate, and from there to the hospital. First thread is reserved for Knock Out to come do the actual repair work. After that, he's open for encountering as he sits in the exam room contemplating his life or maybe as he's tottering for the exit, or anywhere in between. The former guard dog gladiator is more lost puppy than trained Doberman right now.

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[memorial_wing]

He's actually in worse shape than Knock Out thinks - his damage isn't just all the surface injuries from looking like someone took six megavorns of frustration out on him. There's also all the deeper internal slag from past abuses, half-assed repairs, and plain-old neglect. Truth is, the weary old slave is a wreck. It's the fact that he's still functioning and able to (make himself look like he can) move with little to no problem that makes him seem not as badly off as he really is.

Thundercracker studied the medic for a moment, one hand tugging unconsciously at the collar at his throat. If Knock Out looked closer, he'd see that it was etched with "Property Of", a name, and contact info for that mech. Finally, he nodded. "I won't hold you from anything you feel needs doing, sir." He frowned at a thought, glancing over his right shoulder. "Except my wing. I will not allow it to be altered. Sir."

Said wing probably DEEPLY offends Knock Out's sense of aesthetics, actually, being as it looks like it was tacked onto this mech from another Seeker entirely. Its purple and white stripes on a black background clash badly with Thundercracker's red-trimmed blue color scheme.


((ooc: The wing is Skywarp's, so it's in his colors.))

[automobileenthusiast]

As much as Knock Out really wants to give this guy's entire paint job an overhaul, he's going to respect his wishes and not push for it. Well, mostly.

"I won't alter it, but I'm probably going to insist on a rust prevention treatment."

But before he starts spraying Thundercracker down with stuff, he's going to grab a medical scanner and start doing a proper scan. Needless to say, Knock Out isn't too pleased with the scanner results, and now that he's all up in Thundercracker's personal space taking scans, he gets a good look at that collar. He'll address the scans in a moment, BUT FIRST,

"If that's bothering you, I can remove it. It'll just take a second."

[memorial_wing]

"Rust prevention…" Thundercracker glances over his shoulder again at the precious wing behind it. "Yeah . . . yeah, that'd be a good idea." Repairs and probably new paint job, too, if he's honest, but that'd probably get it painted to match his wing. And it's not his wing, that's the whole point. So he won't bring it up.

He holds still for the scanning, idling wondering what all the medic will pick up. He can at least guess at most of it, but even he doesn't know what all is wrong with him anymore. He frowns a bit at the offer, wondering what "it" is. Then it hits him, and his optics brighten.

Should he? Can he? He knows it's not supposed to be removed except to be replaced with a new one - he can't ever actually be free of the damned thing - but . . . as unbelievable as it is, he's not really seen or heard reason not to believe this place is real and what everyone's told him is true . . . which means his master - the entire fragged society that condemned him and his whole race - isn't here. They can't tell him no. They can't keep him locked up and cast down here.

Straightening, wings flicking and twitching, he nods. "Yes. Please. Get this cursed thing off me."

[automobileenthusiast]

"It would be my pleasure. Thing clashes with your paint anyway."

He fishes a pair of cutters from his pile of doctor goodies, and is careful of Thundercracker's neck as he snips the offending collar off. He tosses it in Thundercracker's lap so he can like set is on fire later or something, and turns back to his scans.

"Aaaand there we go. Now for the not-so-fun part. Your scan results are kind of... not good. I mean, you're not on the verge of dropping dead right here in my office, but if I don't take care of a few things soon, you're going to be in really bad shape."

[memorial_wing]

"Among other things…"

Thundercracker holds still as Knock Out works the collar off - snipping the metal, disabling the wiring and circuits underneath that have buried themselves deep into the Seeker's systems. He shudders as the last bits of the hated thing slide free and it's dropped in his lap. He picks it up in one hand, looks at it . . . and /crushes/ it in both hands into a small of a wad of twisted metal as he can manage before throwing it across the room. (Sorry, doc…he'll go retrieve it later if you want him to. He just really needed to do that.)

He listens to the next comments, snorting at the last. "Par for normal for a slave, doc. I've lived like this I can't tell you how long. But . . . " He huffed a heavy vent of air. "If you'll take care of at least some of it, I'll be grateful, sir."