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aminerproblem) wrote in robothell2015-01-16 07:27 am
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More Medibay Shenanigans
Who: Megatron, Aftermath, Rodimus, Ratchet, Nautica maybe more?
Where: le Medibay
When: The week after the pissbabies punch each other
What: Post checkup bonding and other assorted things
Warnings: Descriptions of robo doctoring and medicine
Day 1: Megatron only stayed in the medibay as long as his chemical cleansing kept him from leaving. The first time, it was a few hours that Ratchet's ghastly mixture anchored him to the building. No unusual adverse reactions - well, save for the bad mood he was in at basically being instructed to sit and do nothing for an afternoon when he wanted to help.
There'd at least been a spare datapad to occupy his time. Sentinel was still unconscious, not that he'd make much of a room partner either way. Staring at the little device in his hand, he found himself beginning to write.
It's been a while.
Day 2: Follow up. It was after the first dose that he was informed he'd need to continue the same treatment for the rest of the week. Well over a million years of consuming barely-edible fuel left it's mark on his internals.
He decided to stay longer that day, even after the feeling of his innards liquidating subsided into something still irritating, but manageable. It was in his second meeting that Megatron realized he didn't have to be here only as a patient - and well, that rekindled an old hope for him for something he nearly thought impossible. Ratchet certainly seemed to care about him in some bizarre way, so he'd see how far he could go with this.
Helping the two doctors clear out more rubble and obstructive debris from deeper in the building seemed like a good place to start. A little discomfort wouldn't stop him from working.
Day 8: Finished with the regimen, Megatron found himself feeling exceedingly light and agile. It was difficult to describe. When he'd first entered, he certainly didn't feel impaired in any way - barring some of the damage from being riddled with Sentinel's plasma blasts. He would be fine if he'd just said no to Ratchet's solution and just continued without it.
But this was a different altogether, everything inside seemed to mesh and move as if it were freshly built. His transformation cog would sing rather than merely.. function. He wasn't sure how long this feeling would last - but something about it made him want to approach one of the doctors, for reasons that have been building up for the past few days.
He found himself making his way to visit the familiar room where he'd always met with Ratchet for the past week, as if expecting him to always be there.
Where: le Medibay
When: The week after the pissbabies punch each other
What: Post checkup bonding and other assorted things
Warnings: Descriptions of robo doctoring and medicine
Day 1: Megatron only stayed in the medibay as long as his chemical cleansing kept him from leaving. The first time, it was a few hours that Ratchet's ghastly mixture anchored him to the building. No unusual adverse reactions - well, save for the bad mood he was in at basically being instructed to sit and do nothing for an afternoon when he wanted to help.
There'd at least been a spare datapad to occupy his time. Sentinel was still unconscious, not that he'd make much of a room partner either way. Staring at the little device in his hand, he found himself beginning to write.
It's been a while.
Day 2: Follow up. It was after the first dose that he was informed he'd need to continue the same treatment for the rest of the week. Well over a million years of consuming barely-edible fuel left it's mark on his internals.
He decided to stay longer that day, even after the feeling of his innards liquidating subsided into something still irritating, but manageable. It was in his second meeting that Megatron realized he didn't have to be here only as a patient - and well, that rekindled an old hope for him for something he nearly thought impossible. Ratchet certainly seemed to care about him in some bizarre way, so he'd see how far he could go with this.
Helping the two doctors clear out more rubble and obstructive debris from deeper in the building seemed like a good place to start. A little discomfort wouldn't stop him from working.
Day 8: Finished with the regimen, Megatron found himself feeling exceedingly light and agile. It was difficult to describe. When he'd first entered, he certainly didn't feel impaired in any way - barring some of the damage from being riddled with Sentinel's plasma blasts. He would be fine if he'd just said no to Ratchet's solution and just continued without it.
But this was a different altogether, everything inside seemed to mesh and move as if it were freshly built. His transformation cog would sing rather than merely.. function. He wasn't sure how long this feeling would last - but something about it made him want to approach one of the doctors, for reasons that have been building up for the past few days.
He found himself making his way to visit the familiar room where he'd always met with Ratchet for the past week, as if expecting him to always be there.
day 1
Nautica had taken it upon herself to rewire the building. Having cables running along the floor meant someone could trip and disconnect life support, or get a jolt of power in a way that wasn't quite what one wanted in a recharge.
That rather than any love for dark, rusty, enclosed spaces was why she was crawling around in the ceiling. When she accidentally put her weight on a panel whose anchor bolts had corroded through, it was just Megatron's bad luck to be directly underneath the falling sheet of metal. It was almost followed by a falling Nautica, but she caught herself in time, hanging head first halfway out of the new hole in the ceiling and blinking in consternation. She had of course managed to keep a solid grip on her wrench, which was glowing in a fashion much like a torch and much unlike a wrench.
"Oh! Hi, Megatron. ...And sorry."
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"Nautica?"
He stands up off the berth, setting the datapad away from the area where the panel fell.
"Do you need help?"
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She switched off the light on her wrench, since she didn't need it right this second. "Are you okay? What are you doing in the medibay?"
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"I'm fine. Ratchet is... trying out some sort of treatment," a hand rests on his helm,"Something to clear out the residue from low grade energon rations."
He avoids mentioning his scuffle with Sentinel. The Prime's unconscious body and his own not quite smoothed over and formerly bullet ridden armor would be evidence of that. He just didn't want to talk about it.
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"Oh yeah, the low-grade stuff is full of contaminants. It'll gunk up your systems something awful," she agreed, wriggling backwards into a position that involved less precarious swinging in empty space, but more mess smeared across her legs and chest. "Similar principle to doing an engine flush, I assume. ...Except whatever Ratchet gave you won't dissolve your fuel tubing. Don't go around drinking industrial solvents."
Wait. That came out wrong.
"Not meaning to imply you would. But some people might and I don't want to get into the habit of being unclear on that kind of thing." After all, she remembered Rodimus' self-dismemberment plan. Drinking engine cleaner didn't seem out of the question.
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"I wasn't planning to," he sits back on the berth as she gathers herself back into a secure spot.
"Whatever Ratchet gave me does a good enough job of making my systems feel so... permeable," he adds, finding it difficult to be particularly verbose while the next wave of nausea decided to pass through his system.
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"You are looking a out of it, now that you mention it." She might not have noticed right away if he hadn't mentioned it. "Don't worry, the stuff I'm refining is strictly high-grade. Energy-dense and meets every purity metric. No substandard fuel on my watch."
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Picking up the datapad again, he scrolls through what was written before looking back up at the displaced engineer.
"I'm curious, how did you come to decide that quantum engineering is what you wanted to do? How does the process work on Caminus?"
time to MAKE SHIT UP /cracks knuckles
YEAH MAKING SHIT UP
"But it's based on what each individual chooses, then? What they show promise in. Not what is assumed to be their talent because of how they were created."
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"You can wash out of a field by not being good enough at it, of course, but it's not based on altmode or anything..." Nautica trailed off for a moment, gaze going distant as she thought through the possibilities she'd never actively considered before, "though I guess if you wanted to do something that required an aerial altmode when you only had wheels, or some other mismatch like that, you'd be out of luck. We don't have the resources to go around doing reconfigurations for non-medical reasons."
She stopped and chewed her lip for a nervous second. He was asking about construction methods, too, and his future self had been really touchy about that.... "I, um, know it's a sore subject, but...all Camiens are forged. 'How we were created' isn't a consideration."