Onus

The medic wrung his hands together looking at the scores of the class. He was at the very bottom. Lowest score of the entire academy.

"Tough luck Onus." A mecha patted his rotor hub.

Onus grimaced and side stepped.

"Someone had to be last, sorry it was you Ony." The mecha smirked. "You did faint during the obstetrician course. Purge during the Autopsy..."

"I KNOW!" Onus shouted louder than he intended. "Sorry....It's just I am so close to failing... but I managed to pass. Who's going to hire me with THIS score?" He waved his servo at the pathetic grade.

"You know.. I think the scavenger ships are hiring, they usually don't pay a whole lot...."

"The Salvage Yard? Onus looked to his now former classmate who merely nodded. "That... that actually.... I mean... they are more frame and large repairs over finer internal repairs...." he muttered, his rotors giving a little shiver of a excitement. "I could do that.. I can do that!"

"Oof." The mecha laughed getting an over enthusiastic hug. "You're welcome." he grinned at the smaller mech.

"Thank you." Letting go Onus rushed off, leaving his former class mate smiling after him.

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The AW139 Helicopter alt mode came from an Earth Design. It was more helpful for the transportation of smaller mecha from Cybertron. Most medics took ground alt.Modes. Yet Onus was still a Vosian at spark even without a seeker frame.
The orange body carried roundish corners, the elongated nose folded down resting at his waistline. The windows slide piling up onto either of his upper arms, his blue legs gave way to his orange pedes, the orange on his arm, sliced by white stripes. His rotors, resting on his back, long and white with two orange stripes at the ends, folded over each other.

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