|
Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jun 24, 2010 11:29:59 GMT -5
Jetfire gives Mon-T'ya a look that probably reads 'petulant teenager' as much as anything, but he clears the doorway and goes to stand sullenly by Springer. He snaps, "Please to be finding out."
There is going to be much aft-kicking to be had if he ever encounters the Decepticons that did this to Sentinel.
Crossing his arms, he mutters loudly. "What kind of terrible place is letting in badness-bots to make messes of patients?"
|
|
|
Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Jun 27, 2010 21:29:25 GMT -5
Jetstorm follows Jetfire, just as annoyed, mirroring the arm crossing. He also shares his annoyance with his brother, having similar sentiments, should they ever meet who did this.
"Yeah, can't be having patients to get better if anyone can be messing them up..." he adds to his brother's mumblings.
|
|
|
Post by Springer on Jun 27, 2010 22:22:48 GMT -5
Springer catches the murmurings of the twins, finding it a good question himself. However, he steps back a moment, gently nudging the jet boys to move again. "Why don't you two go talk to Elita-1? Tell her what you've found out."
Once they're gone, Springer clears his vocaliser. "The twins raise a good point. Either the security here is questionable, which I hope is not the case, or we're dealing with some dangerous 'Cons..."
As the orderly asks about the emetic, Springer glances at Perceptor. "If it'll clear his system, I'm all for it. What do you think, Perceptor?"
|
|
|
Post by Perceptor on Jun 29, 2010 12:44:24 GMT -5
ooc: apologies! was at BotCon and forgot to let folks know!
A visitor? Drugs?
"What sort of underclocked, overblown, eight-bit establishment are you attempting to run here?" Perceptor exclaims as he rushes into the room to examine Sentinel - and to the deepest regions of the nearest supermassive black hole with the "doctor" and "orderlies" if they have an issue with his approach. "No! Absolutely no emetics until I analyze what he has been poisoned with!"
Angry scientist is angry. No one messes with HIS folks!
"There is no way to tell if purging the chemicals will cause more damage than a controlled systems flush in a more secure facility. Even a basic field medic should know that, sir." Irritated scientist is also being quite obvious about his opinion regarding the level of care his people are receiving, too. As he continues to rant, Perceptor pulls a small probe from subspace and attempts to locate a fuel line to pull out a sample of whatever it is polluting Sentinel's systems, his vocal processor running a mile a minute and giving no one a chance to gainsay him as he works.
"Detective, I understand that you have a duty to perform, however, I cannot in good conscience leave Sentinel here in the... dubious care of this obviously understaffed facility for further treatment considering the state he is now in due to the actions - or lack thereof - of the staff here. I am removing him from the facility for approrpriate treatment within our own facilities, and I am prepared to face whatever consequences for signing him out AMA - if such an authority can truly be considered present in this facility - that you are required to administer. However, given that our mech here has been assaulted while under their care, I would also like to discuss the possibility of pressing charges for gross negligence against the staff of this facility. Such must wait, however, until I have had the opportunity to examine Sentinel, analyze the toxins, and initiate appropriate treatment."
|
|
|
Post by SceneMod on Jun 30, 2010 13:32:26 GMT -5
Mon-t'ya's lips draw into a thin line as Perceptor dresses down the entire establishment- and herself, by association. She certainly isn't pleased by what's happened here, but she isn't about to be walked all over by a bunch of tin cans.
She marches over to stand over Perceptor where he kneels. "No, I'm afraid I cannot allow things to go quite like that." She whirls on the orderlies, jabbing a finger at each in turn as she speaks. "You, go get those records! I want every scrap of info you have on who visited him and what his treatment has been. And you, you are going to find out who was on staff when he had his visit. I want those names and addresses on my desk within the hour. If they're working today, get their asses up here!"
The orderlies hesitate, looking from Sentinel to the door, then back to the detective.
"NOW, or I'll arrest you both for obstructing a police investigation. You really want to get stuck in general lock up with your former patients?" They both look panicked, then scurry out to (hopefully) obey.
The detective crouches next to Perceptor and says, voice low enough that only the scientist and Sentinel can hear. "Look, this gets my pants in a twist, too, but I simply can't let you commandeer him like this. I don't like it, but money talks louder than the rulebook, and chances are someone took a big fat bribe to let a guy at your man. And I'm not asking for money, myself," she quickly corrects, "I'm not on the take, and I value the integrity of the badge."
"You have to work within the system, even if the system's broken."
She stands and pulls a portable phone from her pocket, "This is Mon-t'ya. Prisoner has been compromised. I'm taking him to a safehouse, location to be disclosed after he is secure. No need for additional backup. Prisoner is sedated and I have a physician and a deputy already at hand." She shuts the phone with a click.
"Pick him up and let's go before the orderlies get back. I know a back way out. Guess I get to see this ship of yours, Doctor Perceptor and Deputy Springer."
OOC: Suggesting that we fade out on actually getting Sentinel out of the asylum, and getting him settled on the Event Horizon. He's been out play long enough, and needs a chance to get back into things.
|
|
|
Post by Elita-1 on Jul 1, 2010 12:12:57 GMT -5
When the orderlies go running out, Elita-1 turns back toward the room, a worried look on her face. She makes it to the door in time to hear the Detective's order to get Sentinel and get going.
Elita backs off, not wanting to upset Sentinel again by getting in his line of sight. But she'll damn sure kick the aft of anyone who tries to stop them from taking him.
OOC: fade is good with me.
|
|
|
Post by Sentinel Prime on Jul 1, 2010 15:07:41 GMT -5
A lot of things are swirling in Sentinel Prime's head right now.
The twins stood by him and put up with him at his very worst. Why? He resented them and put them through the very Pit! He didn't even bother to warn other Autobots not to attack them once they got out in the field, and Sentinel Prime knows exactly how they look and exactly how other Autobots would take that.
The other Autobots came for him. They came for him, when he left Elita-1 to die. He left her to die, and something even worse happened to her. Sentinel Prime can only feverishly wish that she had died instead, and that wish alone is enough reason why no one should have come for him.
Perceptor's furious. That's... odd. The Perceptor that Sentinel Prime knew didn't feel anything at all. He couldn't, by his own choice. Perceptor's furious that something bad happened to Sentinel Prime? Back home... oh, Sentinel Prime knows he has his fans, but he has his enemies, too, and that paranoia of his says that his enemies would have capitalized on his weakness, not defended him. Slag, he offended this Perceptor right off the bat, didn't he? What did he ever do to be defended by Perceptor?
Then there's that disgusting alien cop, who has so very beautifully used the rulebook, whatever crazed rulebook this plan uses, to her own ends that Sentinel Prime wants to weep at the sheer magnificence of it, and he croaks, "For an organic lifeform," he makes it sound like a swear word, somehow, "...that was the most beautiful thing I've ever... hu...heard..."
Sentinel Prime doesn't deserve any of this help, and it has him on edge, especially because...
...his fuel pump beats, slowly, circulating the scraps left in his system, and that little bit of lucidity washes away just as he was about to think about Elita-1, so his thought is twisted, and it comes out as a shout of, "MIND THE SPIDER!"
OOC: Yay, you mean there's more to RP than just loony bins? Fade me, baby. Fade me hard.
|
|
|
Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jul 3, 2010 15:57:12 GMT -5
Jetfire looks at Springer then Elita-1, frowning slightly. Stepping up next to her, he pauses to listen to the discussion of Sentinel's fate, then speaks up.
"Do not be too much worried, Elita-1, Sentinel Prime is in very good servos. Perceptors are very smart being."
Then Jetstorm pipes up, offering Elita-1 a grin - "Yeah, if not being for Perceptors, we would not be being who we are!" Though, depending on Elita-1's opinion of the boys, this could be good or bad...
Now, what was that about picking up Sentinel and getting out? Jetfire turns to Jetstorm. "Brother, I am thinking we should-"
"--be picking up the slack of the ones running off?" Jetstorm answers.
"Exactly, brother!"
OOC: This is a combined post. Jetstorm parts courtesy of his player. Also, whooo fade n' skip!
|
|
|
Post by Safeguard on Jul 3, 2010 17:56:23 GMT -5
Talking to Elita-1 will have to wait! The twins do what appears to be cartwheeling at each other, though when impact is about to happen, a small flash of light goes off, and Safeguard stands in their place.
Provided the others let him through, Safeguard comes into the cell. Once inside, if Sentinel does not protest it, the larger 'bot scoops him up for transport. If he's looking up at Safeguard, then perhaps he won't see Elita-1 and freak out at her...
|
|
|
Post by Springer on Jul 3, 2010 22:48:32 GMT -5
Springer stares at Mon'tya a moment, then chuckles, half-grinning. "I like you already."
Then he puts on more serious look, turning to the others. A quick nod of approval at the twins' initiative. "Autobots, let's get a move on. We've got a lot of ground to cover," he says, starting off in the direction they came.
|
|
|
Post by Perceptor on Jul 5, 2010 5:59:16 GMT -5
Perceptor had not intended to insult or deride Detective Mon'tya whatsoever, and is also winding up to protest her neat halting of his demands, when she... quite elegantly takes the bluster right out of his sails.
"Oh... oh!" he exclaims, and then is distracted from that brief admiration by Sentinel's outburst, which just stirs up the worry again. Especially when he begins analyzing that small samples he'd managed to withdraw and immediately begins picking out different types of hallucinogenics from the chemical soup. He's up to three, already, and he's barely started classifying everything swirling around in Sentinel's lines.
"My word... It's a wonder that you are not tasting sound and feeling colors," he muses, and gives Mon'tya a very clear look of gratitude as he follows Safeguard and Sentinel.
-------------------------
ooc: fade away!
|
|
|
Post by SceneMod on Jul 5, 2010 9:47:24 GMT -5
Mon-T'ya leads the group out, avoiding as much staff as possible.
She does drop a call to her partner. They need to talk to these folks together.
And scenewrap.
|
|