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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 27, 2011 7:54:27 GMT -5
Jack chuckled a bit at her comment. "Well, I try not to tease too much." he replied, though when she caressed his cheek he couldn't help the tremor that went through him. For her sake he pushed the feeling down, reaching up to gently take hold of her hand. "When your knee is fixed n you still feel that way, we'll talk about it." he said softly, though he figured it would be highly unlikely to ever be brought up again. He then pulled out a quarter, holding it up. "Alright then, fair enough. Heads we take a ground bridge, tails we drive. Fair?" he asked, looking at her and trying to remain respectful towards her, especially in her current state being both inebriated and damaged. He then prepared to flip the coin.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 27, 2011 8:04:28 GMT -5
Vic smirked wickedly then, feeling that tremble through the holoform via the lightest contact of the tips of her fingers against his cheek "Long way it is then I suppose. I felt that tremor through you. Do not feel guilty Wheeljack, I know well what it is I'm doing, and what it is I long for." she said moving to grip the back of his neck and pull him into a deep, long kiss, shifting her body nearer to his knowing that they were much better at multitasking than most humans. The hand at the back of his neck remained as she broke the kiss at his lips to nip at his neck, her other hand trailing down his body, seeking the end of his shirt to get under it, her fingertips snaking beneath, nails ever so lightly raking against the holographic skin as she continued her lustful assault on his holoform and intended to do more were she not stopped.
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 27, 2011 8:23:31 GMT -5
Jack felt himself drawn into the kiss, into her, and his Spark was racing as his engine revved slightly in response. She was strong, so very strong, she knew what he was and was not afraid, the combination of the two making it very hard for him to resist as she started pulling off his shirt and gently clawing at his skin. Before he realized what he was doing, his arms were around her and he was leaning into her as his true self drove, trying very hard to keep the sensations from reaching through and overwhelming him as he drove. He then pulled back a bit, just enough for his forehead to rest against hers, his breath heavy as he tried to regain his senses for a moment. "I don't want to hurt you." he whispered, his eyes closed, one arm around her back, the other behind her head and well under her hair. "With your knee like that, I'm afraid of making it worse." he urged, trying to help her see reason without her thinking he was rejecting her, which he wasn't. The only other one he had loved had rejected him utterly for what he was, though she never knew the truth, yet this woman, Victoria, whom he had barely met that very hour seemed to not only know precisely what he was and accepted him, but apparently wanted him deeply. "Primus, help me..." he whispered faintly, hoping that it wasn't just her inebriated state making her want this with him, yet he couldn't honestly bring himself to go too far with her for fear of making the damage to her leg worse than it was.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 27, 2011 23:13:47 GMT -5
The redhead sighed then, her gaze lowering a bit, looking to her knee. She shifted then, moving to run a hand over where the splint was holding her leg straight "Ya gotta point, the damage is prolly already gonna take months to heal, if it heals right to begin with. If I go fuckin' it up worse. . .ugh dun even wanna think bout that." she said, facepalming a bit before looking back to Jack, smirking a bit again "I do mean it though, ya holoform is cute." she said chuckling a bit. She leaned over against him again, her body rather relaxed though it seemed more like she wanted to just lean on him for now, hey, affection was affection. She looked at her phone then before flipping it open and sending a text to Firelaunch, explaining to him that she had totally messed up her right knee and that one of the Autobots was going to help her get it seen to.
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 28, 2011 0:28:11 GMT -5
Jack smiled softly to her and kept his right arm around her shoulders and moved his left hand to the steering wheel. "Well, I'm glad you like it." he said, offering a gentle kiss to the top of her head. To him, it simply felt good to be known and accepted for what he really was, and he certainly didn't mind the affection. "Do you still want to take the long way? As for healing, there are a couple options. A repair and a cast are the most common, but your mobility would be severely hampered by that. There is the option of replacing it, shorter recovery time, but again it'll leave you less mobile for a while. There is a third option though, but not many would be comfortable with it." he offered her, glancing down at her, though not reading the text she sent her friend. He knew Firelaunch only by reputation and had previous dealings with the Stunticons before, which had never ended well for him unless he had ample backup or access to some of his devices, which were often a good deterrent when it came to most Decepticons.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 28, 2011 23:10:14 GMT -5
Vic tilted her head a bit against his chest "My mobility keeps me alive, I am a surviva. A travela, I go from place ta place, state to state, job to job, freelancer. Not long ago I got shot in the right arm, if that says anythin' bout how my mobility keeps me alive. I can't move, I die." she said sighing, looking at her leg, her gaze lowering a bit "I fucked up with this, didn't I? Fuckin' knee. Faster way, faster way may be safer. If only nota worry bout inflamation."
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 29, 2011 1:54:00 GMT -5
Jack nodded and sent a signal to the ground bridge generator. "You'll see an energy vortex open up in front of us in a moment, that'll be the ground bridge. It's safe for humans, so no need to worry about that." As if on cue, a spacial energy vortex opened up fifty yards ahead of the vehicle. Jack just kept his arm around her, lightly rubbing her upper arm a bit trying to sooth her nerves not knowing how much experience she had with Cybertronian technology. "As for the third option, I could reprogram and inject nano-repair cells into your leg to repair the damage. Your leg'll still be mostly immobile at first, but it'd take a few days to maybe two weeks instead of months, and I can construct a bracing system that would be better than a cast until it heals completely which will support your knee while it heals and let you move around at least." he said, then they reached the vortex and went through. The sensation would be odd for someone who's never experienced it, a tingling vibration that runs all through the body for a few moments, though nothing harmful. On the other side, the room they entered in was large enough to accommodate forty foot tall mechs and had all the signs of being something that was once human made, then modified by Cybertronian technology with a control console in a protective alcove off to the left, and had a door at the other end that was wide enough to drive two large trucks through side by side.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 29, 2011 2:03:04 GMT -5
The redhead smirked slightly "Ya know, consiterin' I know how advanced Cybertronian tech is. . . .mah bro's onea ya'll afta all, I think I'd trus' the nano-repair bots hones'ly. So I'd give it a go. . . .but. . .waaaaait. . ." she said, a hand coming to rest at her chest right over a scar there "The nanos wouldn't respond badly to this huh?. . .ummm. . .allspark, shard, embedded in chest. . . .My bro explained it can make some things react, or react to some things. It wouldn't be a bad interaction with the nanotech eh?" she asked, looking around as they got inside "Wow, big place."
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 29, 2011 4:51:56 GMT -5
Jack looked at her a moment. "So that's what that is. How'd it get in there?" he asked curiously, reaching up to touch the scar and ending up touching the back of her hand briefly. "No, both would recognize each other as Cybertronian n not bother each other. It'd be my own nano-cells anyway, so it should be alright." He glanced at the room they had entered and chuckled a bit. "Wait til you see the rest, this is just the ground bridge room." he said and drove towards the door as it opened to let him through. He then drove down a series of hallways, passing a burly twenty-two foot all black Autobot with heavy cannons mounted to his thick metal arms heading in the opposite direction as he was adjusting one of said cannons. "There's a few of us here... oh slag, looks like 'Hide's getting ready to blow up the target range again." he groaned and shook his head. He continued heading farther in towards the living quarters, passing a couple other bots and a handful of humans along the way.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 29, 2011 5:34:29 GMT -5
"Accident, streetracin' accident to be exact. Hurt like a bitch too man felt like. . . .well, jus' like being shot in the chest, I know, I've experienced that as well, hurts jus' as much." she said, watching as they drove through the halls, smirking a bit seeing the size of those huge ass cannons on the black one, she looked over to Wheeljack's holoform then "Target range? Fuckin' sweet, that mus' be somethin' to watch." she said, relaxing in the seat again "If the nanobot method is the most efficient, then it's the best bet, I dun like needle though, so I won't be able to watch them get injected."
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 29, 2011 5:52:30 GMT -5
Jack nodded. "Having been shot at a few times myself, I can well understand that feeling." He smirked at her reaction to Ironhide though. "Yeah, his name's Ironhide, he's the Autobot's Weapons Specialist n trained nearly all of us how to fight, including our leader, Optimus. He used to train the Cybertronian Defense forces before the war back home. He's a good bot, more than a little temperamental, but not a bad mech when you get to know him. He likes to blow up the shooting range, and when he's especially irritated, I get to go out and put it all back together afterwords. I also end up with what's left of any Decepticons that end up on the business end of those cannons of his salvaging parts n such. You would not believe the holes he puts in heavy armor." he remarked with a shake of his head. All of those things were pretty much common knowledge, so there seemed to be no harm in telling her, considering one of her contacts was a known Decepticon.
He glanced down to her as she mentioned not liking needles. "Well, there's another option for getting them in there, though injection is more direct. You could just swallow em, tastes rather metallic and, well, somewhere between water and transmission fluid I think. The fluid itself is clear, but the nano-cells are silver. It'll take then a bit longer since they'd have to migrate through your own fluid... um... blood... system... to the damaged area." he said with a half shrug and pulled up to a door which opened for him and he drove inside, the door closing behind him.
This room was not large and seemed to be mostly barren with what looked like shelves along one wall that were filled with tools and gadgets. "Well, this is my lab and my quarters, let me get you situated so we can get the repairs started, okay?" he asked and looked at her thoughtfully, almost not wanting to remove himself from how they were seated just yet, but knew he had to if he was going to help her and he opened both doors.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 29, 2011 6:02:23 GMT -5
"Ironhide eh? Heh, looks like he suits the name with alla that armor on 'im, he's more armored than my bro an' that says somethin' cause 'Launch is a pretty tough mech." she said chuckling a little. She nodded slightly at what Wheeljack said "Well, hones'ly, this drunk, think I can handle the injection, jus' can't look at it, normally I'd flip my lip round a needle but this much rum got a way of makin' ya not give two shits ya know?" she said grinning and watching as they made it to Wheeljack's quarters, looking around a little "A'right man, jus' don't mind if I flop down once ona stable surface, I dun had enough to drink to make most larger than me pass the fuck out." she said shifting to get ready to get out, opening the alt mode door.
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 29, 2011 6:29:35 GMT -5
Jack nodded and gently shifted himself out of the drivers seat, heading around to help get her stuff out from under her legs, then carefully picked her up out of the passenger seat. Wheeljack then pulled forward and transformed, reaching over to one wall and, it moved, a section of the wall sliding outward to reveal a part of his lab, complete with a fold out work bench and various tools and implements in cubicles and on hooks, some mechanical, some medical in nature. Jack then carried Vic towards where Wheeljack was standing and the eighteen foot mech gingerly took her from his holoform, who promptly dissipated into a cloud that drifted up and reformed up on the table as Wheeljack lifted her up and gently laid her on the smooth metal surface. "I can get your sleeping bag to put under you so you're more comfortable if you want." Jack offered as his true form opened a side plate in his upper mid back and carefully extracted a syringe full of nano-cells from the reservoir within his own chassis, then begam preparing them for their new application, using the cyber tendril in his left arm to retrieve a much smaller syringe to load them into after he was done.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Aug 30, 2011 6:25:50 GMT -5
"That'd prolly be pretty nice, with my poor damned back, hard flat surfaces, they dun get along." she said, sitting up, keeping herself upright with her hands, though she looked away pretty fast seeing the syringe thing "Daaamn that thing looks brutle, then again any typa syringe normally does." she said, looking around the little setup. It interested her a bit, she did like technology, a lot, just, with her lifestyle, couldn't keep a lot of it around, moving too much had that effect. "Yo, Jack, once ya get this whole, thing done, ummm, ya think I could get some coffee, be a smart thing to have my equilibrium workin' a bit betta for me while I'm healin'. OH! An' when ya grab my sleepin' bag, be careful, there's two .45s an' a katana in there, dun wanna have 'em hit the ground ya know? 'Fore ya ask, I was in Louisiana, self defense warrants having the stuff where ya can grab it in tha middle a tha night without even sittin' up fully." she said before smirking a bit "Hey, think if that big dude is still blowin' shit up by the time we're done I can watch? Laugh if ya want but drunk plus things going boom sounds a lot more amusing to the drunk one than it normally would."
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 30, 2011 7:52:57 GMT -5
Jack smiled and disappeared, going over to retrieve all her stuff, including the sleeping bag and what was in it. Then Wheeljack stooped to lift his holoform up to the workbench, then went back to what he was doing. "Yeah, I think we can do that. He's usually out there for a while anyway, depending on how irritated he is or if he's just practicing." he replied with a shrug. Jack knelt down next to Vic then, setting aside her things and carefully unrolling the sleeping bag, setting her weapons close by as he found them and laying the bag out, then gently helped her onto it, being very careful of her leg as he did so. He then arranged her belongings next to her so she could reach them easily before just sitting there next to her. "Slaggin' good thing you got alcohol in your system, or I'd have to sedate you right about now cause of the pain, n I hate having to do that..." He shook his head a bit and sighed. "Won't be much longer, then the nano-cells'll be ready for ya. Two sticks n done, one on each side of the break so they can get to everything fast." he said, offering his hand and a sympathetic smile. "Once they're done with that, if there's nothing else that needs fixing, they'll go dormant n pass through your system like anything else would." he added softly to politely warn her so she wouldn't get confused when her waste fluids suddenly took on an odd appearance.
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