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robothell2015-01-16 07:27 am
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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Megatron was entirely sure a good portion of what decided that fight was Sentinel's own arrogance and a little luck in terms of location and what he could find around him. He was hardy, sure, but he was no gladiator.
"What I should be is more thankful the doctors here didn't turn me away. Both Autobots, with every reason not to trust me. I'm still not certain why."
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"As for Ratchet, well," Aftermath leans against the side of the berth. "I have quite a few stories from other soldiers talking about a doctor who'd helped them when they'd ended up in the Dead End slums."
"Mind you, 'Ratchet' is a rather common name for their lot." Giving Megatron's shoulder a firm pat, the old truck's visor lights up in a smile before he turns to go hunt down a chair. "I wouldn't go around assuming he was the one they spoke of."
Bit of a survival tip there, youngster.
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"But we can never be sure, I suppose."
He notices Aftermath sidling up to him with a chair, and gives the old soldier an intrigued look. Well, Ratchet did tell him that the side effects weren't going to pass for another few hours.
A little company aside from Sentinel would certainly be a nice change.
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He plonks the chair down and settles in it, stretching his legs out with a soft sigh. Folding his hands over his massive chest, the old mech turns to peer over Megatron in quiet contemplation for a moment.
"There's not a single lick of electronic data storage units I've found that's survived whatever happened to this city," he rumbles. "Nothing. Not even the materials that should've been protected by Faraday cages."
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"Perhaps it was the people who lived here. They could have chosen to erase them all at once and leave before the attack came."
Knowing an overwhelming invasion force was coming to their city? He could understand some sort of information-based nuclear option.
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"Any information storage system that is created with the ability to destroy entire parts of its network like that in one go doesn't seem to be a very practical or smart feat of engineering." Companies would have small systems like computers which stored data individually, data then backed up onto servers for mass storage which was then backed up off-site, possibly in multiple places. "Not to mention any attempts at destroying data on such a scale would be met with a lot of disagreement. It would be impossible to coordinate after an evacuation."
Shifting slightly in his chair, Aftermath rests his cheek against his knuckles, looking rather put upon. "Regardless of what has happened, the most common source information we're left with is graffiti. I'm afraid I'm not terribly hip with the lingo however."
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He settles back into the berth, getting comfortable in the old soldier's company.
"But we're also both making assumptions without knowing much of anything about these people and their circumstances."
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"That said, I have not found personal servers or storage devices protected similarly just yet. I doubt such information would be destroyed in any kind of city-wide shut down." That would be more up to the owner of the information rather than any government body. "Then again, I am still assuming these particular Cybertronians would have a lot of personal information to save."
Maybe they just didn't have personal anything and lived more like eusocial races did. The graffiti seemed to point to something of a negative on that point though. There was certainly some individual expression going on.