Sam : Hello again all...
Flash : H-hello...
Sam : You'd think with the amount the others moan at me I'd stop uploading their memory files by now... well what else am I meant to do!
Flash : I don't think this is a good idea...
Sam : It's alright you can go if you want...
Flash : -leaves the room-
Sam : Don't mind him he's only here because the others have gone to the pub. Orion I think... eh well anyway, this memory file is from Skartplug. Stupid medic should stop leaving stuff like this lying around... Meh! Roll ze disclaimer
DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS BUT I DO OWN SKARTPLUG. HE IS MY CREATION! NO TOUCHIE MA MEDIC OR I KILL! XD
-Accessing Memory File-
-Designation : Skartplug-
-Commence Memory Playback-
-Skartplug-
Infection
"Flash! Flash where are you!?" Skartplug ran around the abandoned craft. The ship's metal creaked under the strain of the battle that was happening on board. He had wounded to repair back at headquarters, but right now he had to find Flash. He refused to leave without the youngling by his side. He couldn't! Napalm would kill him on spot if he returned without him!
Suddenly, a scream. From the other side of the ship. The medic spun around. Flash was in trouble!
"A perfect subject to try my new programme on!" Rollz pointed his blaster at Flash. Flash cowered in the corner, his body shaking with fear. Tears rolled down his face as he screamed again.
"Napalm!" Rollz's grin widened as he towered over the frightened youngling.
"He can't hear you. Drillz would've scrapped him by now" he said evilly, loading a syringe into the gun. Flash shifted further into the wall as if he was trying to disappear into it. Rollz pointed the weapon back at him, just as Skartplug came to the door.
"Flash!" Rollz looked up at him. He was too late.
"Buh bye now"
Rollz fired at Flash. Flash gasped as the syringe headed for him. He closed his optics. The room darkned for a split second as a dark shadow sped in the way of the incoming attack, then a groan and a crash as someone fell to the floor.
Flash opened his eyes. Skartplug pulled the needle out of his chest and threw it aside, the programme had vanished from the syringe. A hole in Skartplugs chest told Flash that he had absorbed the blow. He didn't seem to be affected.
"Ha! That was better than I expected! See you in the Pit Skartplug!" Rollz laughed as he vanished out the door. When he was sure he had gone, Skartplug crawled over to Flash.
"Are you alright?"
"I-I'm fine... what about you?"
Skartplug smiled "Knowing Rollz his new 'programme' probably doesn't even work"
Flash was still frightened "P-perhaps you should get Syndrome to take a look..."
"I'll be fine Flash... Don't worry ok?" He smiled as he stood up, holding out his hand to help the youngling up.
"Lets get out of here and join the others... I've got ALOT of repairing to do"
Rollz couldn't help but smile as he met up with his brothers. Drillz and Shredz were waiting for him, both of them scratched but not critically injured.
"Report"
"It's done. I was meant to get Flash... but Skartplug ran infront instead" Rollz looked at his brothers evilly. Shredz chuckled.
"That medhead was always too soft for the kid"
Rollz interveined "They all are. He's only a child yet they throw their lives away aimlessly to keep him safe. Its pathetic."
"How did your mission go with Grindz?"
"Grindz? He's not gonna try and battle us again for a while. Napalm wasn't much of a challange easier" The two Convicts laughed. Rollz joined in as they all grouped together and headed off into the opposite direction that they had came.
Skartplug cringed as he worked for a while, then he went back to repairing Napalm's leg. There were others in the medbay, but Napalm had to look after Flash whilst he worked, otherwise he risked being in the way and getting hurt accidently.
"So how did they do it again?"
"I told a slaggin minute ago!
"Oh... Did you?"
"Yes!" Napalm jerked his leg. Skartplug accidently hit a nerve wire "Watch it!"
"Sorry..." Skartplug pulled out and shut up his leg. The inner damage was repaired, now all he had to do was replace the dented armour. He stopped for a split second to catch himself, the room spinning slightly.
"You alright Skarts?" Syndrome sat on the otherside of the room, his self diagnostics running several tests on his main circuits. He wasn't terribly hurt in the last battle, but Sam's orders were that EVERYONE with so much as a scratch on them were to report in just in case. This just increased Skartplugs workload.
"I'm fine..."
It was obvious he was lying. He wasn't fine. Every circuit in his body was burning slightly, but he had to look away from it all and finish his repairs on the others. Every now and then his spark chamber would twitch but nothing could stop him. He had to help them before he stopped to help himself...
"Skarty boy! helloooo!" Skartplug shook his head. He had phased out for a second. He turned, hearing Syndrome call him.
"Huh? What?" Syndrome looked at the medic warily "I said would you like me to run a scan to make sure you're alright"
"No thanks... I'm fine"
Naplm scoffed "You're not 'fine' even I can see that"
"It's nothing... I'm tired thats all" Skartplug lied again. It wasn't like him to lie, but he had to finish his workload before he could rest and hopefully sleep it off. Syndrome stood up "Lemmie run a diagnostic"
"No no I gotta finish Napalms leg"
"Worry about it later. You're in no fit condition to be working"
"No one else is here to cover for me. And if I leave now there runs a possibilty Grindz fade away whilst I rest. I couldn't live with myself if that happened..."
He glanced in the corner, looking at a prone black mech. He was hooked up to so much equipment he was hardly seen. Skartplug and Syndrome had worked for a while to stabilise him, but there was still the running risk of his spark overheating or fading away completely.
"Later ok?" Syndrome sat back down, re-inserting the ships computer into his arm. Napalm looked up at the saboteur cautiously.
"Why are you letting the computer scan your systems? Can't you do that by yourself?"
Syndrome looked up and smiled "Hmm? Oh no I'm scanning the computer. Sam's orders"
Napalm huffed, narrowing his optics "Sam's orders" he mumbled in a high pitched voice.
"Why can't I see Napalm?" Flash asked for the fifth time. Airstrike sighed. He couldn't loose his temper with the kid, it wasn't his fault he didn't understand properly "Because Skartplugs working on the others and you might be in the way"
Flash sat on the ground beside the large chair. It was annoying waiting in silence. Sam and Cannonball were in a meeting, Firestorm was away on buisness with Bullet, Diode and Diablos so there was nothing for him to do besides babysit Flash. He was fine so all he had to do was stay out of the way. Sighing again, he looked down at Flash and smiled.
"How about we call Firestorm and the others to see what they're doing. That sound alright?" Flash perked up "Yeah!"
"So what exactly does your new weapon do Rollz? You failed to let us know before we covered you" Drillz looked down at his brother. He was working on yet another programme drug for later use. He smiled upon completing it, placing the new mixture upon a shelf containing many others. He looked up at Drillz
"That one in particular is just a small mental thing. Hopefully the pain should drive him crazy, eventually forcing him to rip himself apart"
Shredz perked up "Erm... hes a medic. Isn't he used to pain?"
"Not to this extent"
"Hmpf... you still picked a lousey target"
"Well it aint my fault he jumped in the way! It was aiming for Flash!"
"Don't shout at me!"
"I'll shout at you if I want to!"
"ENOUGH!" Shredz and Rollz jumped at the shout of their eldest brother. Drillz looked at them both "We need to stick together if we're gonna cause destruction! This mindless bickering isn't nesessary!"
The two Convicts fell silent. Drillz sighed "So when will the effect take place?"
Rollz looked at the time and smiled "He should start feeling the effects right... about...now"
Skartplug fell to his knees as a painful surge rattled through his body. He dropped the tools he was carrying, clutching onto his shaking frame to try and ease the pulsing. Syndrome was at his side immeadiatly after he'd fallen.
"Still wanna put off that check?"
Skartplug forced himself to stand back up. He bent back down and started picking up the dropped tools. "I gotta finish Napalms leg..."
Napalm sat up "I'll live with a few more dents. You're not coming anywhere near me like that"
"I gotta finish everyone elses repairs" Skartplug protested. His well being wasn't important to him, but his friends' health was. Syndrome scowled. Nobody said no to him twice.
"Skartplug I'm relieving you of duty until further notice"
"What!?"
"You're in no fit state to work. I'll get Sam to confirm it with Napalm as my witness if I have to"
"Don't do this Syndrome... I got paitents to attend to..."
"They'll live a cycle. I don't think Napalm'll mind watching over Grindz whilst I check your circuitry"
"But-"
"No buts" he gently shoved Skartplug towards his office "Now go on. I'll finish up here" Skartplug sighed. He managed a few steps before he fell again, clutching onto his shoulder. The pain seemed to pulse in different areas each time, as if it was randomly travelling through his body. Syndrome helped the medic up and slowly walked him to his quarters.
"It's ok I got you..."
Sam - o.o That's weird... the rest seems to be missing... I'll get it to you ASAP! -hears the door open-... uh oh...
Skartplug - What the- SAM!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sam - Gotta go! -runz-
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-Airstrike.The.Careful.Risk.Taker-