Sam - Found it! X3 Arn't I good?
Skartplug - I guess so... now I'm going to start sealing myself in medbay with Firestorm and Syndrome before we get a tidal wave of fangirls...
Sam - What.. Tasha Raven and that other random person who likes you? XD
Skartplug - Yes... One thing Storms taught me is that human females are very... clingy... -wanders off-
Sam - Jackass -- Well anyway! Roll the Disclaimer!
DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS. I SAY THIS OVER AND OVER AGAIN... I OWN MY CHARECTERS.. NOTHING ELSE... OH AND THE PLOT LINE X3 GOTTA LOVE PLOTLINES!
-Memory Playback Resumed-
"A toast!"
Drillz lifted his cube of highgrade. Shredz and Rollz did the same, both of them smiling.
"To a painful future for the medic!" Drillz laughed.
"To a painful future for them all!" Rollz replied, clapping cubes with his brothers. The three cubes chimed together, a small drip spilling from Shredz's cube and rolling down his arm. It was moments like this he wished they were all together. Their family of five had been dropped to three over the vorns. To say he missed his older and younger brothers was an understatement. He glanced at the two that sat with him. They were laughing and joking about something, a pack of cards strewn on the table. He smiled, standing up.
"I just wanna check on something. I'll be back in a minute alright?"
Shredz smirked "Sure bro whatever"
Rollz wandered down the hallways of their ship, their home. They had lived on the rust bucket for most of their lives. Taking a left down another corridor, he come across a room. A sign lay above the keypad, saying nothing but one word.
Sparkz.
He sighed. Walking a little further, he come across another.
Grindz.
He sighed again. It was quiet without his brothers. He wanted to leave and find Sparkz, but he kew that his brothers would never let him leave alone. And as for Grindz... well... he didn't exactly have a death wish...
"Rollz?" Rollz gasped and turned, optics locked in the yellow stare of his eldest brother.
"H-Hey Drillz..."
"What are you doing down here?"
He was in for it now. This area was forbidden. Drillz sighed, gazing at the name tag of the room. Rollz gulped. Drillz smiled and looked back up at him.
"You miss him?"
How was he meant to answer that?! If he said yes, Drillz could mark him as a traitor and kick HIM out of the brotherhood too like Grindz! But if he said No, He'd by lying, and he couldn't lie to him! He had always been a terrible liar. Drillz narrowed his optics.
"You gonna answer anytime soon?"
Rollz looked away and shook his head "N-No..."
"No you don't miss them or no you're not gonna answer me?"
"I-I don't miss them..."
Drillz sighed "So it's just me then...Aww well. See you back in the comm room Rollz. Don't be too long"
"I won't be..."
"Skartplug cut it out!" Syndrome carefully pulled the medics hands away from his frame again, taking a large piece of metal with him. Skartplug struggled, trying desperatly to grab hold of the pained area. Something definatly wasn't right.
"Drome make it stop!" he cried out again, freeing an arm and latching back onto his hip. The pain moved suddenly to his right shoulder, causing him to shreak and release his grip, only to crush that metal as if he was trying to pull the virus out of his systems. Syndrome panicked, eyeing up the shelves and other storage areas in his quarters.
"Skarts where do ya keep the sedatives!" Syndrome rushed around, opening every cupboard in the small room but coming up empty.
"Main medbay... t-top shelf on the right!" Skartplug turned, curling up. What had started as a small burn had evolved into a full blown virus infection. It appeared he was wrong about Rollz's new little toy...
Syndrome ran out of the room to the designated area then returned moments later with a tray full of syringes. Carefully, he grabbed the nearest one and inserted it into the dark medics neck, slowly injecting the liquid. Skartplug's grip loosened as the drug took hold, slowly pushing him into a stasis. His crys emitted into quiet whimpers, which eventually ended as he fell limp on his side.
"Skarts?" Syndrome prodded his paitent. He was out like a light. He sighed.
"Well at least thats sorted for now..."
He shook his head, inserting an energon feed to the bots side. Liquid was still seeping out his two newly created wounds, but he didn't have any experience with repairs, only programming. Sure, he could buff out dented metal, but leaking pipes and cracked circuit lines? He didn't know where to start!
"You alright in here Skarts?" Syndrome gasped and looked to the door. Airstrike was in the main medbay.
"In ere Striker!" There was a small sound of footsteps, then the black jet emerged at the doorway. He quickly looked over the situaiton, then at Syndrome square in the optics.
"What did you do this time!?"
Syndrome jumped "I didn't do anything! The buggar flippin took a Rollz creation for Flash and didn't tell me!"
"He what?!"
"Exactly what I thought" he looked back at the prone medbot "But at the moment I'm actually happy he did... if its havin this affect on him what would it've done ta the kid?"
"True..." the jet wandered over, noticing the injuries. His optics narrowed "If its a virus how did these happen?"
"He tried ripping himself open ta get it out..."
Airstrike cringed slightly "ouch...its one of them then" Syndrome nodded "Well. I ain't the best of help but I'll try and get these wounds patched up if you want. I've done it to Bullet enough times"
"Arn't ya meant to be watching Flash?" Syndrome blinked, only just realising he wasn't around.
"Napalms doing it! They're both soundo in their quarters"
"Oh..." Syndrome wandered over to one of the cupboards in Skartplugs room and took out a pack of sterilised cloths. Airstrike quickly took them off him "I'll sort that out. You get rid of that glitch"
Grindz felt funny. Looking back at his brothers in concern, the four of them smiled. Sparkz stepped forward.
"It's time to go back Grindz..."
Grindz gasped "I-I don't want to go..."
"You gotta bro" Drillz put a hand on his shoulder. Grindz turned to him, greeted by the eldests warm smile "Your friends are waiting for you..."
Grindz felt a tug at his spark. He was waking up. Taking one last look at his family, he smiled "I'll miss you!"
"We're always here for ya bro!" Shredz smiled as he waved
"Yeah! Just next time, bring cake!" Rollz added, reciving a smack round the head from Sparkz. The two of them laughed as they faded away into the distance...
"Grindz? Can ya hear me mate?"
Grindz gasped, his optics still offline. He could hear the slow beep of one of the monitors as it hummed in tune with the rest of them. He breathed slowly, nodding.
"Yeah.. I can hear you..." Syndrome smiled "It's good ta have ya back with us Grindz. Ya had us worried"
Grindz nodded again, onlining his optics. He expected to be met by the bright lights that were always present in the medbay, but instead he was met by a dim blurr and a dark grey figure towering over him. Syndrome sat down.
"Don't strain yer vision mate... You took alot of damage" Grindz moved his head, moving mostly his optics as he scanned the area around him "W-where's... Skarts..."
"He's in his quarters recharging. He ain't very well" Grindz blinked, trying to sit up "I-is he..."
"Wo wo Grindz!" Syndrome gently pushed him back down "Take it easy. He's gonna be alright he's just a lil sick thats all"
Grindz sighed, offlining his optics again. Syndrome relaxed in his chair, leaning back and staring at the ceiling.
"Get some rest... I'll tell you if anything happens with Skarts don't ya worry. Speaking of which..." Syndrome sighed, standing back up. Grindz smiled, laying back down as Syndrome left the room.
"Erm.. Skartplug?"
Skartplug groaned, slowly waking up. Airstrike stepped back to give the medbot some room. He had done what he could with the injuries Skarts had sustained, but they wouldn't hold forever. Syndrome re-entered the room as the dark medic onlined his optics, hissing and sheilding them from the bright light of his private medical area. Syndrome turned down the lighting and sat beside him.
"Sorry bout that Skarts. How you feelin?"
Skartplug sat up and scowled "Like someone overdosed me with sedatives."
Syndrome suddenly found the floor incredibly interesting. Airstrike turned to leave "Oh Strike!"
The black jet turned swiftly to Syndrome "Yes?"
"Grindz is awake. Could ya just check him for me whilst I finish here?"
"What!" Skartplug twisted so his legs were hanging off the berth "He's awake and you didn't tell me!?"
"Skarts don't!"
Too late. Skartplug pushed himself off the berth, his feet hitting the floor and buckling. Syndrome caught him before he took the tumble to the ground, being careful not to touch the light repairs Airstrike had done.
"You ain't completely sorted yet! Now get yer aft back on that berth before I give ya another overdose"
Skartplug narrowed his optics "My medbay. My rules. Got it?"
Syndrome wasn't fooled by the medics 'angry' appearence and smirked "Last time I saw it, you were off duty due to sickness. Soo... that means all authorisation of the medbay goes ta me! Meaning that at the moment its MY medbay and your goin by MY rules! So park yer keister and stay there until I've cleared ya or I'll call in Napalm and strap ya down!"
Skartplugs expression turned to one of shock as he stared at Syndrome. Syndrome smirked evilly "What you don't think I know ma rights as third in command? I know what I can and can't do around here ya know. Now shift!"
Skartplug complied, not saying a word. Syndrome was right. He knew it, Syndrome knew it, and he hated it.
"As soon as I'm cleared I'm gonna make you wish you wern't even created Drome..."
"Ya welcome Skarts"
"S-so what exactlys wrong with him?"
"Drome said its a virus"
Grindz turned his head to face Airstrike "What type?"
"How do I know! A virus is a virus to me!"
"Well what happened to him?"
"Cordin ta Syndrome he tried to pull it out of his systems or something like that"
"Sounds like project 17 to me"
"Project 17?" Airstrike leaned in a little closer. Grindz was meant to be resting so he didn't want to make him strain his voice.
"Lil thing Rollz was working on before I... erm.." He trailed off. Airstrike nodded "I understand... continue"
"Well... he was working on a project when I was there called project 17. Basically its like a scorpion-like virus which can easily move throughout the infected ones circuits, causing pain wherever it moves. It's cloned then transferred through scans. Tough little basterd to beat..."
"Wait wait wait. You said it can be transferred through scans..."
Grindz nodded "Yes thats right"
Airstrike gasped, jumping up "Syndromes about to do an external scan!"
"Stop him Strike!"
But the black jet was already down the hall to the other facility before Grindz managed to finish his setance.
"Alright. Ya ready?"
"Just get on with it 'doc'"
Syndrome scowled "And..."
"DROME DON'T!" Syndrome jumped, turning to the door. Airstrike rushed in and pulled the wires that Syndrome had inserted out.
"Striker! What the heck are ya doing!?"
"You can't do a wide range scan! It'll cause you to get it!"
Skartplug looked up from the berth he was laying on "What in the name of Primus are you talking about Strike?"
"That virus you've caught is known as project 17... Grindz just told me about it! If you perform that scan, the virus will clone itself! Then you'll get it! Don't you see!? Skarts you were MEANT to get that bug! They wanna infect the entire fleet!" Airstrike sat down, taking a breath through his intakes. Syndrome blinked
"Those sneaky... little... glitches..." Syndromes optics flashed red as he retracted the wireing. Skartplug sat up.
"Drome calm down... there's gotta be a way around this..."
"Well I can't see one!"
"Perhaps Grindz has an answer... he was there whilst Rollz was making it..."
Skartplug whimpered "Well get it quick...gah!" Syndrome carefully lay the sick medic back down. He glanced up at Airstrike
"Find out! Get tha cure Striker!"
Airstrike nodded, rushing out the door.
Sam - O.o what the heck?!
Skartplug - -down the radio- Ok... perhaps there was more than three parts...
Sam - -- CANNONBALL! BREAK DOWN THE MEDBAY DOOR!
Cannonball - Whos on the wanted list?
Sam - Skartplug. Dead or Alive.
Skartplug - OO
-Transmission Temporarily Interrupted-
-Airstrike.The.Careful.Risk.Taker-
