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Post by Breakaway on Apr 22, 2012 19:14:43 GMT -5
Brock, in the meantime, has become a Marine fighter pilot. There was a very touching and/or creepy scene in a hangar where it turned out the F-35 he's been assigned to fly is the same one he scanned for his alt-mode back in his home universe, and he caressed it lovingly upon meeting it and told it not to worry because daddy was home.
His squadron has given him a rather unflattering callsign.
He's currently been allowed special dispensation to see his brother, however, and he walks into the waiting room in uniform and goes to give Maddox a one-armed side-hug. "Hey, bro! How you doing?"
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Apr 24, 2012 20:21:19 GMT -5
There is a montage of surgical scenes set to the music.
In one, Maddox's brittle bones are plated to strengthen them - but not removed entirely, because seriously, he still needs his bone marrow and the calcium storage and there is piezoelectricity going on in bones, too!
In another, all his ligaments are reinforced.
Then his muscles!
And his skin.
By now, the audience has probably seen more of his insides than his outsides.
These lungs are terrible. James disapproves. He expresses his disapproval by replacing them wholesale. The heart and lung machine is his friend.
Screw it, James hates Maddox's bone marrow, to be honest, for all that he spared it earlier, and his lymph system, too. Nanites could do a better job as an immune system! The nanites maybe appear to look like evul serpents if examined under a microscope. This is perfectly normal.
These hands are awful, too. They simply have to go. How can Maddox expect to function in society without tasers in his fingertips?
Later, James watches as Maddox greets his brother, thin-lipped and severe. This is time James could be using to excise inadequate portions of Maddox! Yet... James has brothers, doesn't he? He's not certain where they've all gotten off to... knowing where they are would be nice, he thinks, as he watches the two.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Apr 26, 2012 8:41:01 GMT -5
"Hey, Brea- Brock!" Mayday stutters a lot, nobody should notice that. He smiles brightly and returns Brock's side-hug - with significantly more strength than he used to have. "It's good to see you!"
Maddox hasn't been away from his brother for this long in ages! Though with all the time he's spent drugged up during and after surgeries, it doesn't seem quite so long.
"I feel... I feel good, I guess," Mayday says, rubbing the back of his head. "And weird. Definitely weird. It's like, I feel lighter? Even though I know I'm heavier, and just... I feel more... feel more... me." As in, Mayday feels more like himself. Maddox still occasionally gets the heebie-jeebies about all the changes to his body whenever his connection to be a robot slips a bit. "Only stronger."
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Post by Breakaway on May 3, 2012 20:30:56 GMT -5
"I'm glad you're feeling good!" Brock says, taking a seat across from Maddox, uniform cap in his hands. "They treating you alright?" he asks, shooting a look at the doctor. The fact that the supergenius military surgeon guy operating on his brother is named Hook has not been lost on him.
Sure, technically Hook got turned into an Autobot before the big squishy kerfluffle . . . but who knows if he's still a good guy now? Then again, this could be some other Hook.
"Stronger?" he says, refocusing on Mayday. "Yeah, you look great. I mean, you look pale and surgery recovery-y, but you've got some real muscle tone and definition now."
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Post by Dr. James Hook on May 9, 2012 9:50:20 GMT -5
This could even be Screwdriver!
(No, she would be a princess.)
James makes a disgruntled noise at Brock. Hello, ranking officer here! He turns a withering, flat Snape glare on the older of the two brothers. In the tone of someone explaining something very obvious to someone very stupid, he explains, "My work is impeccable. Your brother is better now."
In every possible way.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 11, 2012 8:20:08 GMT -5
Mayday grins at Breakaway, but laughs a little nervously. Even when they're not directed at him, Hook's Looks are kind of scary.
"Yeah, they're treating me just fine. Very, uh, scientific."
Giving a shifty glance around, Maddox very casually stretches up his arms in fake yawn they drops them into a typical flexed biceps pose. Then completely spoils his faux-casualness by giggling, because actually having visible muscles to flex still makes him kind of giddy. He should really learn not to giggle. Terribly undignified for a super-soldier.
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Post by Breakaway on May 12, 2012 14:28:11 GMT -5
For one, terrible, horrifying moment, Breakaway is afraid that Mayday's fake yawn is going to turn into his younger brother trying to put an arm around him like they were in a movie theater on a date. He's had a stranger messing around in his insides, anything could happen.
His fears are quickly dispelled when Mayday flexes instead, though he's more worried about how much Hook is willing to get away with. He just realized he didn't salute coming into the room. Brock rather belatedly stands up and offers the senior officer a salute, hoping he'll be released from it soon.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on May 14, 2012 21:05:20 GMT -5
"Drop and give me fifty," James says coolly to Brock, and then he turns to Maddox and says, smirking slightly, "Drop and give me five hundred."
James knows who will be done first.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 15, 2012 13:32:09 GMT -5
"Eh?" Maddox squeaks, then stumbles up to obey. It's a surprisingly graceful stumble, though, and then Maddox is down on the floor, doing push-ups. His form isn't very good, because there are somethings only training can fix, but he makes up for it with effort! Well, not effort exactly, because the motion feels so... effortless. Like he could just keep doing push-ups all day long. He quickly falls into a rapid rhythm of up and down, timed to the incredibly regular beating of his mechanical heart.
Mayday can't help but grin, because frankly it feels amazing to be strong like this. He wasn't even very good at doing lots transform-ups back in his real body!
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Post by Breakaway on May 17, 2012 14:51:34 GMT -5
Brock gives Hook a cold stare that could be disrespectful enough to be worth disciplinary action, but he drops down to do push-ups anyway, muttering about how if he'd known he was going to be doing them, he would have worn his PT uniform, freaking blackshoes, etc.
His under-the-breath whining is quickly curtailed when he sees just how fast Maddox is doing his push-ups, though. That's . . . impressive.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on May 20, 2012 20:26:36 GMT -5
James stares right back at Brock, as if he is contemplating finding an excuse to remove Brock's appendix.
That would violate his oath, however.
So many things that are interesting and fun violate his oath.
James observes, "Of course, I can only work on the hardware. The software..."
Metaphorically speaking. James cannot change Maddox to make him into a badass Marine mentally, whatever he can do physically.
"I don't think he's ever going to serve in the field. A demonstration model, if you will, though there have been some rumblings about finding him a handler..."
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 21, 2012 10:39:47 GMT -5
Maddox blushes deep red as Dr. Hook talks about him more like an object than a person - and puts down his 'software' to boot - and concentrates on finishing his pushups, even speeding up little. Not that he really wants to go into the field. He thinks. Maybe. Probably not.
Finishing up, he barely even feels out of breath as he sits back on his heels. "Um," he says, looking embarrassed even as he feels rather accomplished with himself. Bionic bodies are so much better than regular ones!
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Post by Breakaway on May 23, 2012 18:57:39 GMT -5
Brock finishes his set of push-ups and rises back to his feet. "What?! So you screwed around and replaced his insides just so he can be your . . . your pet science project and accompany you on lecture tours?! Sir?!" he all but shouts, tone beginning at incredulous and ending at outraged, but remaining louder than is prudent to a superior officer throughout.
He looks back at his little brother- not really his brother, he reminds himself, but he's a good friend, a nice person, he needs someone looking out for him. To keep jerks from turning him into a supersolider and then not letting him supersoldier. And kill spiders.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on May 24, 2012 19:39:32 GMT -5
"Do you have any idea how much testing is required before something can be released into the field?" James asks sharply, as if Brock is being very, very stupid, which he is, "I suppose you would prefer a F-35 where the lift fan doors malfunction, leading to your own fatality? He's performing a valuable service to his country. Paving the path that others will use."
"Though command does want me to ask you if you would consider being his handler." James looks rather put upon. Command wants their shiny new super-soldier now. James wants to make sure everything is thoroughly tested and replicable.
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Post by Onslaught/Octavian Comstock on May 28, 2012 15:24:51 GMT -5
Unfortunately, Brock and Hook will not get a chance to argue for long. First, there's the faint noise of the doors locking. Then, there's an almost invisible vapor that starts flooding from the vents around the room, creeping surely but steadily towards the trio...
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