Emergency Response -- Starbase Rugby: Docking Bay

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Date Posted: 20:13:58 10/18/02 Fri
Author: Blunt
Subject: Emergency Response
In reply to: Blunt 's message, "Collapse." on 17:45:42 10/04/02 Fri

Twitching and spasming on the floor, an Autobot is neither a quiet nor hard to miss. A group of nearby workers tuning up a Ford Interplanetary Transit downed tools and hit a red 'Medical Emergency' button surrounded by white and red stripping.

Within minutes a sleek white hover ambulance zoomed into the Docking Bay from the Medlabs followed by an armoured red racer. Both halted at the cluster of message terminals and transformed into Autobots.

The roadster opened a paramedic case and selected an instrument that looked like the offspring of a syringe and an arc-welder.

"Preparing neurotranqulizer." The racer-bot advanced on the convulsing Autobot.

"No, wait!" the white Autobot commanded. "Hold him down!" He clicked open his own case and unfolded a band of filamented material and eased it over Blunt's head whilst his colleague held the stricken transformer down. The crown of flexible material glowed red for a few seconds and was momentarily surrounded by a heat haze before dimming.

Blunt stopped thrashing, but remained innert. The white Autobot glanced at the questioning look on his companion's face.

"Patient is in stasislock. The ice crystals in the patient's joints indicated that he was suffering an attack of cryolepsy, Redhand - often the result of a dangerously prolonged cryogenic stasis. Ice crystals that had formed in his cerebro circuits had began to melt and form short circuits." Understanding swiftly dawned on Redhand's face. Nodding quickly the white Autobot continued, "If you had administered a neurotranquiliser you would have shorted out a majority of his neural circuitry, in all likelihood causing an irretrivable crash. Prepare for transport."

Redhand pulled a hover-flatbed from a back compartment and opened it out onto the ground with a shake. He transformed and attached a towline whilst the other Autobot put Blunt on the stretcher, transformed and set off ahead, sirens blaring. The small convoy departed for the Medlabs.

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