With the chassis on the berth, Nightscream got to work. First, she leaned over Sklog and explained what she was going to do. She wasn't sure he could even hear her, but if not, it was just another point for her case. Bringing up some equipment, she started preparing for the spark transplant.

First, she had to hook up the other chassis on support. It took her almost ten minutes to do the checks once she powered the chassis up, making sure its mobility was unhampered, the processors were working and that the fuel lines were operational - It would do no good to transfer a spark into it only for it to wither and die without sustenance.

Then she grabbed a cord with a bit painfully looking connectors attached to each end and hooked up the processor of the new chassis with Sklog's own. She would admit to not really knowing how exactly the very essence of a cybertronian migrated form a body to another, she only knew what Shockwave found out needed to be done to achieve it, undoubtedly at the price of a couple dozen autobot sparks. The exact workings were probably not a mystery only to Primus himself, but what they known was that the personality of a cybertronian was somehow contained both in the spark and in the processor, and both had to be migrated at the same time.

As she worked, Nightscream was reciting an edited version of those thoughts to the autobots, leaving out the part of the horrible experiments. She was sure they would somehow know they were involved, but didn't want to hear it said out loud.

The warning beeps of the life support machines were urging her to work faster, and she slowly phased the autobots away form her awareness, immersing completely in her work. She kept silently muttering, continuing to describe what she was doing for her own comfort, but if they had an inquiry she wouldn't even register them asking.

Finally she was ready. The new chassis was operating on bare minimum - it could sustain the spark, move and had all of the sensors online, but Nightscream disabled its transformation capabilities for now - Shockwave's notes described the transplant as somewhat traumatic experience and that the mind needed several minutes to adjust - side effects included trashing around violently, catatonic state, temporary amnesia or identity crisis.

Moving back and checking over Sklog's failing vitals, Nightscream was briefly amused at what would be going through the dinobot's new, vastly superior processor when the first thing he would see would likely be his offlined old chassis. She made a maental note to ask later. Turning around, she looked at the two Bots: "Alright, showtime. I recommend vacating the room, he might not take to this well. I have other means to protect myself so I can stay and finalize the process." she said, drawing a thick cable from teh main bus and hooking it to her own chassis. Something inside of her hummed and stirred to life and in a few seconds, Nightscream was surrounded by a protective force field.

Tapping the appropriate command, she watched the spark extractor activate. It fascinated her how the individuality of a cybertronian, a life form built to [i]last[/i], could be stored in something so fragile it was barely tangible or corporeal at all. The life support let out a howl, no longer registering the spark in Sklog's body, but keeping the processor online whether it wanted to die or not.

The arm of the extractor moved over to the new chassis and the process reversed. At the same moment, all lights on the new chassis came online, as Sklog's body went limp and dark, the life support turning into one steady and long beep. Nightscream assisted Primus all she could, now it was up to him and Sklog.