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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 27, 2011 21:10:47 GMT -5
Month 1, Week 4, Day 7. Ship Quarantine. Continued from Get Your Rocks Off. Open to characters from previous thread and Medical/Engineering characters.
Rampage lounges against one of the infirmary walls, near the door. Not so near it that it necessarily looks like he's trying to be near it, but near enough that he could likely make a break for it if need be. Not that he can leave right now, as that would defeat the purpose of being in quarantine, but the positioning helps him be less noticeably twitchy about being in a medical bay.
He'd really rather be anywhere but here, but unfortunately the Seeker and the crow insisted he join them, and Rampage isn't ready to burn his bridges with Ship by attempting to murder and eat his crew mates. So now he's stuck waiting for medics to come probe his systems for damage that isn't there.
Infernal space creatures. He picks some of their drying guts out of his finger joints.
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Post by Rook on Mar 27, 2011 21:49:24 GMT -5
Rook is perched on the edge of a berth in beast mode, trying to get his feathers to look presentable. Of course, what with being exposed to vacuum and laser-fire, and having bare patches from said laser-fire, it's a lost cause. He looks like a bedraggled bird out of an oil spill, only without the actual oil. He doesn't smell much better, now that he's in an atmosphere to conduct the odor and all. (Burnt feathers.)
"Ugh, ghastly," he says, turning his head this way and that to examine his reflection in a highly-polished piece of medical equipment. "Simply ghastly. This will take weeks to correct."
And he's not feeling so hot either.
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Post by Dark Skyfire on Mar 28, 2011 9:29:09 GMT -5
Skyfire is concerned. He'd explained that yes, he was good at engineering, with a real specialization in, well, exploration. That was what he, well, did. So he's a little confused why, after all that, they put him on a rotation in the infirmary. There was not much in the way of probing the mysteries of the universe here.
Well, not the kind he was fond of, at any rate. Some things were best...unprobed.
Still, it's his assigned duty so he resolves, with a sigh, to do his best.
The little signal indicator tells him he has visitors in the front room. Well, here goes. He lays aside the datapad on which he'd been reading up on space-bridge engineering (now that, he thinks, is real science!) and heads to the threshold of the waiting room.
His 'patients' look...well, filthy but that's to be expected, but also intriguing. Especialy the one that smells terrible. It looks like no design he's ever seen. So he's probably staring, trying to figure out if this is the alt or root mode.
Oh, right. His job.
"H-how can I help you today?" There. That seemed friendly and professional, right? And competent?
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 28, 2011 14:24:05 GMT -5
Skystrike wasn’t the biggest fan of medbays either. She keeps her distance from the door however, leaning against the wall on her own side of the room and looking generally unhappy. Medics tended to come through doors, after all.
Regardless of her own discomfort at the situation, the seeker keeps quiet, listening to Rook grumble with some amusement and keeping an eye on Rampage. So far, the smaller mech hasn’t exhibited any particularly disturbing symptoms but things could always take a turn for the worse at any moment.
Speaking of which, the medic has arrived. And he looks rather like someone had inverted all of Skyfire’s colors in an image editing program. Arching a slight brow, the seeker straightens up off the wall and rumbles a formal greeting.
... And then he asks what he can do for them today. The berkut stares at him for a moment, face carefully blank, but there was definitely a suspicious glint to her optics as she carefully answers, “Space worms. We found them in an asteroid on the hull as reported over the radio. They’ve stung us and I believe we need to go through decontamination procedures. The stings are painful, but there have been no other reactions so far.” For her anyhow. She glances at the other two to confirm that.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 29, 2011 10:00:14 GMT -5
Rampage snorts. "Contrary to popular belief, I was not stung, so I'm not sure why I'm here." He glares pointedly at Skystrike and Rook.
Seriously, all those times larvae we crawling over him and it looked like they might be stinging him? He stopped them every time! No, really. Truly. He dares anyone to prove otherwise. He doesn't even have any entry wounds!
As the smallest of the infected, Rook is likely feeling the effects first, as the masses of alien cells spread and multiply through his body, trying to hijack various systems, sap his energy reserves, even infiltrate his processors, all without setting off obvious warnings. They're remarkably good at this, as space parasites and parasitoids always seem to be perfectly adapted to their unfortunate hosts, regardless of the likelihood that they've never encountered that particular species before. One of the universe's mysteries.
Among other symptoms, Rook might start feeling almost phantom sensations of something moving inside him. Larger and stung fewer times, any symptoms shown by Skystrike are likely to be relatively delayed. As their resident Sabretooth, Rampage's infection will follow a much slower path.
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Post by Rook on Mar 29, 2011 20:18:23 GMT -5
Rook regards Skyfire with one beady eye. It seems the duty medic is a new arrival. And he's staring. Rook doesn't particularly mind being stared at. It's one of the risks of being dashingly handsome. At any rate, it's a new face, which means it's time to lay on the charm.
"You'll have to forgive my state of disarray," he says, transforming to robot mode and bowing low with a flourish. "I am Rook. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, I'm sure. As to the reason for our visit, we've just been attacked by vermiform extreterrestrials. We've all been stung repeatedly, except for Rampage, who was completely covered in aliens but miraculously escaped unscathed. However, since he ate one, I'm going to have to insist you give him a check-up anyway."
He pauses and puts a hand to his forehead. "I'm actually feeling a little light-headed. And the stings are starting to itch and swell."
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Post by Dark Skyfire on Mar 29, 2011 22:29:13 GMT -5
Ah. It strikes Skyfire why he got put in this assignment--one of the benefits of his armor's coating was an immunity to that sort of parasite. He should have realized that his commanding officer--the very interesting looking Blackarachnia--knew what she was about. He should have had more faith.
He nods at the accounts they give. First step, prioritize. Quarantine. He activates the locks of the medbay doors--no one other than he can open them from the inside.
First, information. "You...ate one? Could I inquire as to why?" The mech claims to have no ill-effects but...that was unlikely. Unless he was a very, very interesting mech indeed. And he certainly doesn't seem like an ideal patient.
That was probably about fair: Skyfire wasn't the ideal medic, either. Still, he'll do his best.
He nods at Rook. "One never looks one's best after combat," he says, hopefully graciously. "And since we are here together until the quarantine is cleared, there will be time to check over everyone." He tries not to sound excited. These mechs have some fascinating alt modes, which mean...fascinating engineering. And the worms...might be similar to something he'd come across in his travels. He should scrape one of them for evidence.
"And yes," he nods at the seeker, "decontamination." Simple reagent really, should do it, the same kind he uses in his lab to rinse of dangerous chemicals. He gestures, politely, for Rook to follow him.
"I should warn you, however, that it may sting." Hrm. Definitely this one seems more scrape-able than Rampage.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 31, 2011 15:05:33 GMT -5
Right. Locked in the room with a medic for the foreseeable future. Skystrike sighs quietly in unhappy acceptance. At least the new fellow didn’t appear to be insane in any manner of speaking, but first impressions could be deceptive.
Watching Rook being led away, the seeker shrugs quietly to herself and leans back against the wall. There wasn’t much to do now outside of warily watching the medic as he went about his business. There was talking to Rampage while they waited out Rook’s little shower, but she suspects the smaller mech wasn’t particularly conversational she herself had never been particularly good at starting conversations.
She pulls up a few text documents instead and starts reading.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 31, 2011 21:14:12 GMT -5
"Transmetal armour," Rampage says with a knock on his chest. "No doubt superior to your regular metal." That's his excuse for supposedly not getting stung and he'll stick by it.
He's still going to glower at everyone, however, because apparently biting an attacking enemy is a sticking point, and one partly responsible for getting him stuck in medbay.
"They were trying to bite me. It seemed only fair to bite back." Thinking about it draws a chuckle from him, despite his discomfort. Ah, how he misses the good old days, like Omicron and Starbase Rugby. How he'd love to do the same to this ship's occupants. If only he were larger...
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Post by Rook on Apr 1, 2011 13:23:27 GMT -5
"You are familiar with the physiology of Transformers from my reality, I trust?" Rook asks, looking up at Skyfire. "We contain pseudo-organic components," he explains, hopping after Skyfire for a few steps before taking to the air to keep pace with the larger robot's strides.
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Post by Dark Skyfire on Apr 2, 2011 20:15:19 GMT -5
Well, the Seeker seems nice enough, Skyfire, thinks. Patient and quiet and all.
But. "Transmetal armor?" No, he's never heard of it. But he's sure there are specs on the medical database about it. "And I suppose biting back makes sense." In a way. "Except, I'm not sure I'd want to know what they'd taste like...?" Skyfire was all for experimentation and experience, but...maybe not that far?
Truth or bluff, Skyfire: truth or bluff. "No, I've never seen mechs of design like yours," he says to Rook who was...flying to follow him? Oops. Slow down, Skyfire! "But I learn fast!" He flashes what he intends to be a comforting smile over his shoulder. "This is a standard chemical decontamination. Since you're starting to feel discomfort, this should help."
He...hopes.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 3, 2011 17:12:49 GMT -5
“They were crunchy, it seems,” Skystrike intones helpfully, casting Rampage a pointed look before looking back at Skyfire. “He ate several.” Said in the tone of voice a tired babysitter used after wrestling half eaten glue sticks away from children.
“Any estimates on how long this will take?” the seeker asks quietly after a moment.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Apr 3, 2011 19:34:21 GMT -5
Skyfire can ask Tarantulas about Transmetals if he wants. Rampage doesn't have the interest or patience to explain things to people, unless it has to do with explaining what horrible things he's going to do with them
"It's certainly not Maximal," Rampage says casually, followed by another chuckle that edges on wild laughter. Despite his nostalgic amusement, he shoots Skystrike another glare. Would she let that go already?
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Post by Rook on Apr 3, 2011 23:09:27 GMT -5
Rook flashes Skyfire an appreciative smile when the larger mech slows down to accomodate him, even though crows probably lack the musculature for that. It never seemed to stop Airazor.
"I certainly hope it does," he replies, alighting on a berth and transforming, wobbling a bit unsteadily on his feet.
"Barbaric," he mutters under his breath, shooting Rampage a dirty look. Having to cohabitate with soldiers is one thing. Having to cohabitate with . . . people . . . like Rampage is another.
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Post by Dark Skyfire on Apr 6, 2011 19:24:42 GMT -5
(ooc: sorry for delay. failing at life ;_;)
Hrm. The Seeker seemed...true to form, in Skyfire's experience. Subtly prodding. Well, at least it was subtle prodding. "I can give you a better estimate when I have examined Rook." And looked things up like mad on the medbay database. "I will not keep you longer than necessary."
The other mech was more verbally combative, but he was at least obeying. For now. Skyfire got the impression that if he got too impatient, worms were not the only things he'd gnaw on. Not that he feared for himself: it would be a shame to shoot up the medbay on his first day. Rampage just gets a worried look.
Rook is at least being compliant and almost friendly. Skyfire punches in the decontaminant formula. It'll be ready in a moment, in which case it will be shower time for Rook. But until then, "What symptoms do you have?" He picks up a scanner, hoping to get a look at one of these worm stings.
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