Mixed Messages}Tarnish/OPEN]

[Crosswire]

March 7th, 2025
10:13 PM

Not much was to currently be understood by the black femme, waiting, restrained on a reinforced operating table of sorts. Nothing made sense, and this one didn't realize the attacks that she had brought unto others not so long ago. The trauma she granted Blindspot, and the maiming of his friend by Vile who had stuck around to defend Crosswire. Of course, it was unlikely that the Symbiote would be allowed to stalk about, ready to attack again if Crosswire were to panic.

Her systems on the inside had taken a beating, both from the mental breakdown, and where she had actually split her helm in the back with her bear hands. As if she had attempted to get to something in that moment. Likely, subconsciously, the shell. The one that denied her of her memories and drove her insanity even further. She couldn't even remember her favorite color, the subject being brought up had been the spark that started the fire. The shell suppressed the old Autobot her and supposedly kept her here, loyal to the Decepticon cause. If anything, in the end, Crosswire would remain with it. What she did not remember, was killing her. The agony was pushing her further and further into the dark abyss that had long ago passed Crazy Lane and No Return Avenue.

Even with the damages that she constantly inflicted upon herself due to that chip in her processor, conflicting with near every thought she had, she seemed so peaceful right now. Groggy, dazed, confused, but peaceful. Here and there, the sleepy psycho path had opened her red optics a crack, hidden behind the black visor in front of them. The most movement she had shown was a finger twitch.

[Tarnish]

Tarnish scanned the femme the moment he stepped into the repair bay. This dark femme appeared fierce and daunting, yet with a hint of something that caught his recently turned red optics - was that sexiness? He had never experienced any sense of attraction to another before, but the uncomfortable yet intense atmosphere he felt while just seeing such a figure still was more out of this world than it usually was. Sure she wasn't as big as Goliath, but that didn't matter. He scanned the exterior damage, rays of holographic light moving over her from head to toe. When the diagnosis was complete, he studied her for a moment, wondering if this was just another one of the tough Decepticon femmes or if there was more to her than he currently thought. Sure he tended to miss stuff, okay, maybe a bit more than most sometimes - but surely he wasn't the only one.

[Crosswire]

Along with the back of her head, split open to reveal the processor that she nearly ravaged with her metal piercing finger tips, she had harmed herself further when put in confinement until someone could get around to repairs or just off the femme altogether due to her crazed behavior.

From what appeared to be a variety of deep claw marks in her armor across the left side of her chassis, stretching towards the right and stopping abruptly where Energon had leaked when her claws reached too deep. Patterns such as this followed on her upper right leg, only not as severe. Blast marks were seen at her lower chassis to the left, her right shoulder armor area, and the upper right side of her chassis. Yet, she still seemed as if she could hop off their berth and put up another fight. Mere painful blemishes on this femme, the only thing disabling her were the sedatives and the restraints.

So far the worst of it had to be the injury brought unto her head, left like that for a while to worsen. Her processor seared with agony at exposure, looking as though it barely escaped her claws and received only light scratches. Her head being ripped open, forcefully, made the dents about her look like nothing.

[Tarnish]

He supposed he would fix the damage first, then get right to the processor and helm damage. The latter could definitely take a while. Tarnish wondered what kind of mess she'd gotten herself into. "Seems I'm using my medical skills once again." he muttered with a sigh and arranged his tools, glad he wouldn't have to put her into a deep stasis lock to be able to do this part of her repairs. At least, he was quite sure of that. And at least it looked like he wouldn't have to give her any life support. She was currently stable in her stasis, at least from what he could tell. If that were to change, he'd surely notice.

"Get comfy, this is gonna take a while." he started to work on the scratches, unbending the dents and refining the color, welding and installing new metals where he could in the gashes. Armor plating and other components were readily available here. Well that was certainly a plus, he frequently needed to keep stock on what he had in his own lab.

The Ex-Autobot was glad he had more tools for him to do what he loved most -- science stuff. Invent and tinker. As long as he had Goliath ready to fight for him in a pinch, he was content. He did not remember his cousin Bulkhead, and Bulkhead was oblivious to the recent accident that changed his life. A life that was potentially changed forever...

[Crosswire]

From a lack of 'feeding' she felt weaker. It stressed her 'normal' nature that was often unpredictable and bursting with energetic impulse. It felt almost as if a heavy blanket of colorless nothingness was trying to weigh her down into going dormant. Most Decepticons, smart and dense alike, would stop fighting and let the stasis take them. Stasis meant that the average person didn't have to deal with the awake mind's reality. For her, asleep as well meant that everything was still broken.

Crosswire's head rolled, her vision faded and dark for a moment, fluctuating before setting upon her current medic. The bright glare of red light flickered behind her onyx visor. Finally, stating that she was most definitely awake and active. The femme's gaze shifted between the large mech and his work, lifting a confused and groggy head to get a better look only to see it back down with a loud thunk from the pain in her head. Of course, whacking the injury did it no good, causing her to release a few colorful words mixed with growls. The pain seared, her frame writhing in echo in response. When she attempted to raise from the table, the braces kept her restraining, not having realized they were there. Crosswire grumbled again, closing her optics for a moment with a sickly feeling building in her head, poisoning her systems gradually from there. She turned back to Tarnish, giving him a quirky look, questioning him.

[Tarnish]

"Easyyyy." Tarnish placed a hand on her nearest shoulder cautiously. His hand transformed as some cyber tendrils appeared so he could synch himself up to her Energon feeding tube. "Whatever happened, you're pretty fatigued from it." Like an advanced, organic IV, he started passing a vital mix of fluids to her. He hoped to Primus he wouldn't scare her, of course, but he had to do it before he moved on with the other repairs. Luckily, most Cybertronians knew that the primary purpose of doing this among medics was for feeding those in need. "Tell me, how are you currently?"

Tarnish thought that perhaps he should have put her in stasis first, but he hadn't known she was going to wake up so suddenly!

[Crosswire]

Crosswire grumbled in response and rolled her head so that her crimson optics could drink in the image of the ceiling. For a moment, the light from them flickered and dim, as if she was going to either fall back into stasis, or offline. A stubborn streak that still had enough energy, mentally, kept her awake. In silence, she was still, only for her to lift her head up somewhat and face Tarnish with the corners of her black, plump lips pulling back into a threatening snarl. Jagged, uneven, sharp denta was what she had to offer her medic at the moment, giving a growl for god knows what. Within it, unfortunately, it was as if she had lost the understanding of the reason behind it, and gradually ceased, placing her head back down. Stasis again clung to her, disorienting her already twisted mind. "Pah... Too.. Ka.. You are not okay." A hyena-like laugh forced itself, though lightly and quietly, it still gave enough power to light up the room with her sinister creep. The pain it caused her as she shook, Crosswire ignored.

[Tarnish]

"No...YOU are not." Tarnish shook his head as he listened to her cackle as she fell asleep, glad that she was relaxing now that she was getting supplied some vital nutrients. That way he could induce some pain relievers so the procedures would be easier. "Been a while since I've done medical work. But it's nothing I CAN'T do." he muttered. He put on some human music and began to work after injecting some intense pain relievers into her.

<Timeskip>

An hour or two of intense work passed before the pain relievers wear off, and Tarnish was almost done with the major repairs. Crosswire could gradually wake up if she decided to, and she would be much better off now.

[Crosswire]

Crosswire pretty much, as one would say, slept like a baby throughout the procedure. A comfortable, dead tired, baby. Aside from what went on in her head, that is..

With what blocked and modified memory removed, there was no telling what this one was to do once completely awake.

The light from her optics flickered back into life, the femme's head was laying to the side, likely, propped so to work on her head. Crosswire stared out at the world she had awoken to. The one she had regained, that was now torn with the one she was in. Two messes, thrown together to form one grand monstrosity. She knew.. She knew near everything. Right at this very moment, she was working on racking her processor, she had to recall everything. Movement, her head gradually moving to eye Tarnish once more, gave away that his patient was up. She was in the Decepticon base, and it would appear this other face was repairing her.. He had done a favor, she eventually assumed, it was he that removed that treacherous chip from her mind. There was no longer that sense that the information she wanted, needed, was barred out of reach, leaving her completely violent and insane. Oh, not to be fooled.. She still was, but, in a manner of her own control.. Violent and aggressive, right now, she truly, truly was..

Crosswire was pretty much death glaring Tarnish at this moment, though it was not meant for him. She was rather pissed off and enraged about what she had to find in the back of her mind, her memories. Of all the fucked up things the Decepticons had done to her, it was nothing.

At first, she had been horribly, utterly taken aback, confused, lost.. She had once been an Autobot, knowingly, of her own choice. That was, until they just let her rot away on that planet for what must of been eons. Her own mentality decayed and nothing more than abused ash by the time the Decepticons had arrived there, and taken her with them as a recruit. Those selfish, hypocritical bastards, had left her there. And her comrades, the two that had felt like trouble making little brothers to her.

She had the complete memory of her Communications career, and her knowledge on mechanics. Which would explain how she knew just what to destroy when she had, in the past, been displeased and wanted to disable something on this massive ship.

[Tarnish]

Tarnish completely stopped working on the last of her physical repairs when he noticed her look at him with a death glare. He wasn't too observant enough to realize she was somewhat glaring 'past' him. Regardless, he gave her a panicked "wtf did I do?" look, startled. He twitched, pulling his claws away from her like he had almost touched acid, or some equivalent to fire that Cybertronians couldn't tolerate. "Um...hi...? Good to see you're awake...?"

[Crosswire]

"I want up." Her voice was rather chilled and rock hard, yet as fiery as her current death stare.

She wouldn't try to break free of the restraints, not just yet. She'd wait to see if Tarnish would comply. While somewhere in there she wanted to thank him for the repairs, and truly thank removing whatever it was that blocked her memories, her views.. She wanted nothing more than to get off of this table, and go create utter carnage. She wanted the image of Autobot parts lying around to be a reality.

[Tarnish]

Giving her one last look and scan, Tarnish did comply, stepping back cautiously. "Well, there you go. Good to go. Just...please don't get into trouble right away." Tarnish almost held back that last statement, because he was pretty sure that with that tone of voice, she definitely wasn't going to listen to him. Oh well, couldn't hurt, right? At least the task seemed worth it. However, Tarnish had no idea just what Crosswire was like before the operation...

[Crosswire]

There was not a bit of joy in Crosswire right now, no one bit. She got up, momentarily checking the work, before giving Tarnish her death stare once more. "Thank you. I'll be sure to bring you back a souvenir.." She forced the chit chat, her tone as dark as ever. Now, making her way out of Tarnish's work station, on to wreak utter chaos and havoc on the conniving rejects that started it all. The ruined her life, and punished her for no wrong doings of her own. She went to exit, with purpose and murderous intent.

[Tarnish]

Tarnish turned towards her as she got up, tensing a bit. "Um, please don't go like, too ape-shit, please? Lord Megatron wanted to see you back in one piece, and not break other things into pieces..." he knew there wasn't much he could do at this point, but it was worth a try. He just didn't want to get in trouble on his first day here! "I'm sure I could show you around my lab or something if you wanted something else to do!"

[Irobashi]

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