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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 14, 2010 10:03:00 GMT -5
Day 19, Semi-Private, Event Horizon Medical
Rodimus Prime runs full tilt through passageways of the Event Horizon. He throws himself into the one of the ladder-access shafts, catching the ladder several robot-scaled-yards below where he entered, then half-climbing, half scrambling the rest of the way down to the level that contains medical. He kicks open the hatch, letting it automatically close itself behind him, and sprints down the new p-way before bursting into medical and shouting one word as he looks around wildly for the target of his current focus.
"Bambi?!"
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Dec 14, 2010 14:21:55 GMT -5
Bambi's not sure why she's just sitting around the medical ward and waiting to die. Palliative care just doesn't sit right with her.
On the outside, she looks like she's just sitting on a table in dinosaur mode, legs hanging over the table side, head down so she can look at her feet, idly kicking at nothing.
Inside, Bambi's seriously pondering how to obtain a death in battle. She considers herself a scientist, not a warrior. She's cynical and jaded enough that she doesn't want to die.
Still, she's a Dinobot, and that's enough to want to go out with a bang, not a whimper.
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Post by Shanodin on Dec 16, 2010 12:36:29 GMT -5
If Botanica new Bambi's very pessimistic outlook on her future, the plantformer would be very cross. Really, Bambi, have a little faith.
Currently in robot mode, Botanica sticks her head around a corner.
"Rodimus!" she chides, "Do stop with the shouting please. This is delicate work, and we could do without the sudden interruptions!"
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Post by Perceptor on Dec 18, 2010 23:01:03 GMT -5
From around the same corner, there is the sudden, small WHUMPH, and a smallish mushroom cloud bubbles up and melts into a cloud of thin smoke. A very unscientific word bursts out in Perceptor's voice before he peeks around Botanica's shoulder, his face covered in soot. His expression is... less than understanding before he ducks out of sight again.
"It would be childish and immature for me to point out that I am refraining from indulging in requesting that you be the one to 'shut up' for once," he observes dryly from where he is working.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 18, 2010 23:53:16 GMT -5
"And yet you did anyway," Rodimus answers cheerfully, obviously not particularly offended. He can certainly forgive the occasional moment of immaturity! "But sorry, sorry," he adds quickly as he steps in. He approaches the medical table where Bambi is. "Bambi, how're you feeling?" Before he gets an answer, though he looks towards the back area where Botanica and Perceptor are working. "What's the status of the treatment?" Then he reconsiders things and adds, "Erm... you don't have to answer that just now, if it's not a good moment."
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Dec 19, 2010 16:36:18 GMT -5
Bambi narrows those slit-lit blue optics as Rodimus Prime bursts in to... ask her how she's doing, and then, before she can answer, like her answer doesn't even matter, ask the 'adults', Botanica and Perceptor, about how she's doing instead. Wow. Could she be any more wallpaper?
Getting the picture that it is the science that matters, in case a real Autobot ever gets sick here, Bambi tries to take the opportunity to jump off the table, transform into a dinosaur, and stalk off.
She snaps up at Rodimus Prime, literally snapping her jaws, "No want be here. Gonna go find him Blitzwing, kill him, and die. Good death. Not straw death on sickbed."
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Post by Perceptor on Dec 19, 2010 21:25:15 GMT -5
ooc: switching spots with Botanica with permission.
The thump of Bambi dropping to the floor catches Perceptor's attention, but it's the talk of dying as she snaps at Rodimus that really spurs him into action. Fortunately - or rather, unfortunately, in this case - the young Dinobot is ill and her reactions are slowed, or else he likely never would have been able to catch up with her, otherwise.
Much less snatch her up off the floor - which he does - in both hands and cradle her against his chest.
"Absolutely not, young lady!" he snaps, frowning fit to crack his own facial plating. "There will be no dying today, or anytime soon, if I have any say in the matter, and I will!"
"Now, you will sit yourself back on this berth and stay there until we have released you, or I will weld your aft there, if necessary, until we have processed your treatment and administered it! Am I clear?"
No one hurts his Dinobots, even themselves. Even if they aren't even his. She's a scientist; that makes up for not being from his reality, blast it!
ooc: manhandling of Bambi done with permission.
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Post by Shanodin on Dec 19, 2010 22:45:08 GMT -5
Perceptor moves much quicker than Botanica would have thought the red scientist could move, and so is plopping Bambi back down on the table and admonishing her before Botanica could really react.
"Bambi, you are not going to die. There were several possible treatment options." Well. More like two or three. "We have picked the one with the highest possibility of success and lowest detriment to your own systems and life quality," she says, frowning.
"Do show a little faith in your fellow scientists, please."
She looks over at Perceptor.
"Speaking of which...?" Botanica trails off, leaving unasked the question of how the chemistry part of this treatment is coming.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 19, 2010 23:01:32 GMT -5
It's less 'ask the adults' and more 'Bambi didn't answer in the few seconds that Rodimus gave her, and Rodimus got impatient.'
(Rodimus perhaps spent too much of his life hanging around Blurr.)
Not that Bambi has any reason to know this.
When the Dinobot starts to stalk off, Rodimus's optics flicker and he starts to move towards her, but Perceptor is closer and gets to her first. "The idea here is not to have any death, good or otherwise," he says as he approaches the medical berth. "Although once we've taken care of that part, I'm all for you killing Blitzwing."
He lowers his head, placing his fingertips at the edge of the berth. "Bambi, I... I'm sorry about this. I know that that probably doesn't mean that much, but..."
And the worst part is, he's sure he could fix it with the thing inside his chest. But...
And just the thought of that makes him feel ill. Unicron's presence has been unusually light since the Egg business, but Rodimus knows better than to let himself think it 'safe'.'
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Dec 19, 2010 23:54:04 GMT -5
Bambi struggles against Perceptor with tooth and claw, reacting very poorly to being confined in his arms. She snarls, "No want be caged!"
What Botanica says stops her struggling momentarily. Bambi at least ceases in trying to inflict puncture wounds on poor Perceptor. Instead, she tries to climb up onto the top of his head, seething, "Faith? Faith!? Faith no belong in science!"
It's not the end of the movie, wherein Bambi will happily embrace faith. That was yesterday. This is the start of the next movie, and she's faithless again.
Bambi sulks at Rodimus Prime, "You Prime sorry now. You Prime no sorry then. You Primes all just sorry!"
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Post by Perceptor on Dec 20, 2010 11:46:01 GMT -5
Perceptor now has a bambiraptor perched on his head. Normally, this would actually amuse and enchant him, as he's fond of the little scientist Dinobot, and doesn't mind being used as a jungle gym for smaller mechs - so long as he isn't performing delicate tasks. Right now, though, he is worried for her, and exasperated with his inability to simply make her better with a wave of an Erlenmeyer Flask and a shot.
"The first component of the solution is precipitating out as we speak. It merely needs time," he answers Botanica as he reaches up to try and catch hold of Bambi again. He's painfully aware, though, that time is a precious commodity, of which they have very little.
"Bambi, cease and desist," he chides gently. "You are a brilliant young scientist, not a spoiled little child. Behave like it. We cannot continue to formulate your treatment if you insist upon stalking off to uselessly throw your life away."
"And as for faith... Faith is the origin of hope and wonder. Without those, why bother trying to feed our curiosity at all? Science means nothing if we cannot admire with wonder the vastness of the unknown around us. Lacking that, though, have you known either of us to fail at a task we have set ourselves, yet? The evidence suggests that we will formulate your treatment, and in time to administer it to effect positive, longevic results. If you cannot have faith, then at least do as any good scientist would and observe the process until its conclusion to record the results."
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Post by Shanodin on Dec 22, 2010 13:00:49 GMT -5
Botanica rolls her eyes as Bambi goes on about faith and science. Really, the plantformer can appreciate the debate and usually would join in. Right now, however, Botanica just wants the half-feral child to quit making her work more difficult.
Then Bambi snaps at Rodimus, and Botanica pales a bit. She knows why Rodimus behaved as he did, knows the Prime really had no choice. She knows this because she, herself, was touched with some of the same urgency. If Bambi had died while they saved the planet, Botanica would have mourned the girl- but would not have changed her actions. Botanica knows this as well as she knows the veins of every leaf in her garden.
What has she become, that she can so easily accept the sacrifice of a life?
"Bambi," Botanica says softly, "I would remind that it was I who chose to take the egg to its resting place once it was in my possession. Not Rodimus." Though he certainly would have. "Be angry with me if you must, but don't fault him for performing his function."
"There's enough time. The work Perceptor did while we were tracking down the doctor gave us a good enough head start."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 22, 2010 14:37:03 GMT -5
"No," Rodimus sighs at Bambi's words. "I was sorry then, too." And he did it, anyway. And he'd do it again.
He is just sorry. Bambi's right about that much.
He frowns as she protests about being 'caged.' Being an Autobot is... supposed to be something you can walk away from. But even if walking away means your death? He looks up at Perceptor and Botanica, then down at Bambi. "Look, Bambi... I ask you to just... give what they're working on a try. They think they've got an answer, let's give that a try. If it doesn't work..." He looks up at Botanica again, attempting to meet her gaze. "If that doesn't work, you don't have to stay here any longer, and I'll give you whatever support I'm capable of in... whatever you want to do. But if it does work, Bambi..." Rodimus looks back down at her and smiles weakly, "well, if it does, you'll have a lot more time to plan how to go out in style, after all."
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Dec 22, 2010 16:14:24 GMT -5
"No know you," Bambi says sullenly to Perceptor. "No know her, either. No know track record, and if you Perceptor mushy-headed enough to go on 'bout faith-"
Mushy-headed or not, Perceptor's grabbed the irritable little Dinobot again. She glares at him balefully. Then she switches her dagger-stare to Botanica. Finally, she asks Rodimus, "You Prime do different than her?"
For the moment, she seems willing to wait to hear Rodimus Prime's answer, at least.
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Post by Perceptor on Dec 27, 2010 20:14:56 GMT -5
"You have seen my CV, Bambi," Perceptor replies patiently as he tucks her back against his chestplate comfortably. "As well as Botanica's. Do you believe that we would lie upon our CV's to inflate our own importance?" He snorts and shakes his head. "As if you would be so foolish to fall prey to any such fabrication, anyway."
"Now," he continues, setting her down, not upon the berth she had occupied before, but upon a table that is much nearer the space where his chemical apparatus is set up behind a safety screen, "Rodimus has a good suggestion, and I will support, not only his suggestion, but your actions, if, and only if, we should, in the most unlikely event, fail with the procedure. That does mean, however, that you must wait until we are able to administer the treatment and document it's effects before I will permit you to hare off into a blaze of fire and glory."
"Deal?"
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