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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.
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Ratchet's answer didn't ring entirely true with him. He was one of very few medics he'd met in his life, but he seemed to behave on something beyond the mere call of duty.
"But I want to give more than that. More than just a thanks - or physical strength," he gestures to Ratchet,"I want to help Cybertronians like you can."
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"Well," he says slowly, "I mean, I can teach you basic first aid--that shouldn't be too difficult. Honestly, in an environment like this, it's stuff most people should know. It shouldn't take too long to give you the basics."
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"It's very possible that we'll be stuck here for some time to come."
He pauses, almost sheepishly,"If I show promise with the initial training, I'd like to continue it."
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"I don't think that's a good idea," he says, his mouth tugging up helplessly at one corner, though he hauls it back down as soon as he can. It's not like this Megatron would understand why he thought it was funny. "I'm not sure you have the, ah. Patience."
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Megatron tries not to dwell on Ratchet's restrained smile - which he very much noticed.
He was quite serious about this.
"I spent the last million years drilling into Cybertronian bedrock for a living. You don't think that requires patience?"
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"Look. I'll try and teach you if you want, but I'll be honest with you--I don't think you have the temperament for it."
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Megatron swallows his pride for that moment and just nods.
"A chance is all I ask for."
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"Why do you write?" he asks, an apparent non sequitur, but his optics are narrowed thoughtfully.
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Looking back, he actually hadn't written much of anything after what happened on Messatine. Partial Shadowplay or no, the very experience of being strapped to a berth with Trepan... changed him.
It got easier and easier to come to the conclusion that he didn't need more words, he needed action. Violent action. Yet, here, he found himself going back to the pen. Revising, revisiting.
"If a single datapad can convince the Senate to try and kill me, then I know my voice is being heard."
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"Megatron, that's what this job is. At least part of the time. Most of it, sometimes. You sit, and you wait, and you stare at things you should be able to fix, and you watch decent people die for stupid reasons, or for no reason, which is worse. That's literally what they're paying you for--it's not just inevitable, it's expected." Ratchet blows warm air from his vents in a sigh. "No political treatise or regime overthrow will change that.
"I'm not telling you it's not a good idea because I think you're not smart enough or physically capable of doing the work. I'm telling you because it's obvious that being helpless makes you miserable."
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"No, it wasn't uncommon to know someone who'd just lost something that was easily replaceable, easily reparable, and watching them slowly accept their new, more laborious and miserable existence."
"But it wasn't because the injuries were irrecoverable, it was simply because their supervisor didn't quite value a worker's life enough to give them a chance. It was because cutting off their rations and replacing them was cheaper in some bureaucrat's logbook than convincing a doctor to fly over to a hole in the ground on a barely colonized planet. That is the senseless cruelty I despise."
"I'm not naive. I'm well aware you're not a miracle worker, but what you do is far from what I'd consider helpless."
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He subsides after a minute, the fight leaking out of him slowly, leaving him tired and drained.
"You are," he says finally. "Naïve, I mean. And I'm telling you that I often am helpless, that's the point of this. But you're also stubborn as hell, so fine. Not like we can't use more hands around here."
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"Needing to make a difficult call because you are forced to isn't the same as not valuing someone's life enough to even consider helping them. You would have tried if you had the chance."
But, in the end, Ratchet essentially conceded and gave him what he asked for, so he settles back and calms down.
"When do you want to begin?"
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He shakes his head and heroically resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"What do you want to learn first?"
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"You mentioned starting with first aid. Would it be different otherwise?"
He'll follow your lead there, Ratchet. He's the student in this.