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Post by Slingshot on Jan 24, 2008 13:04:27 GMT -5
After leaving Skyfire to his own devices, Slingshot detours into the Medical Ward. There's an emptiness in his head and heart, and right now he needs to sit with one of the only people who'd given him encouragement Before.
The fact that Optimus was dead made this just a little creepy, but he'd deal.
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Post by First Aid on Jan 25, 2008 13:13:38 GMT -5
It’s quiet in Medical – only the background noise of the building and the sounds of the outside that make their muffled way in – so First Aid hears Slingshot’s footsteps quite clearly. Never mind that he’s not going out of his way to be loud, the sound is out of place.
He turns away from his work to see who it is. “Slingshot?”
Slingshot doesn’t look as if he’s hurt, but if there’s anything First Aid has learned from experience, it’s that Glenn Miller wasn’t lying when he said that in the ground crew you’re always fixing planes. There’s bound to be something Slingshot needs seen to.
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Post by Slingshot on Jan 26, 2008 13:16:29 GMT -5
"Uh." There's a guy here. Medical mech. Not Ratchet. Someone'd mentioned his name sometime, right? Yeah, yeah, they did. "First Aid. What are you doing in here?"
Medics left the medical ward sometime, right?
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Post by Nightbeat on Jan 27, 2008 0:03:32 GMT -5
How exactly Nightbeat knows that this is where Slingshot is is something of a mystery. But he's a detective. Mysteries are his business. He's Nightbeat. He knows stuff.
"Though I'd find you here," Nightbeat says as he walks in. "Slingshot, right?"
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Post by First Aid on Jan 27, 2008 17:39:26 GMT -5
“Running a clinic?” First Aid suggests, avoiding any more specific answer, “Anything you need?”
He shifts attention to Nightbeat briefly when he enters, but quickly focuses back on Slingshot, watching or any tells of injury. He’s beginning to get the feeling there won’t be any – Slingshot wasn’t expecting him, and First Aid doesn’t think he’d try to fix himself alone. Probably. You can never tell.
(Clearly, Nightbeat’s easy entrance means that genre conventions are running in Nightbeat's favor, instead of the interests of Slingshot’s privacy!)
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Post by Slingshot on Jan 27, 2008 18:09:48 GMT -5
"Shouldn't you be outside?" He waves in the general direction of the training fields.
It's entirely possible people not only neglected to tell Slingshot that First Aid formed part of a gestalt, but that he's also a pacifist. Either that, or Slingshot is just being obnoxious.
He scowls at the carbot with the flame job who wandered in. Nightbeat, right? Yeah, Nightbeat. The one that drove the crazy chick up the walls. "Yeah. What do you want?"
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Post by Nightbeat on Jan 27, 2008 19:38:07 GMT -5
When it comes to getting into places, Nightbeat's only competition is a certain brooding vigilante.
"Just a quick question, my fine flying friend," Nightbeat says, laying it on real thick. "Nice and simple, I need your arrival co-ordinates."
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Post by First Aid on Jan 28, 2008 11:09:49 GMT -5
Whether Slingshot knows First Aid is a pacifist or not, he is right. It’s hardly going to kill First Aid to run an obstacle course or two, and being closer would be better if someone manages to accidentally remove a limb (a limb not belonging to Pee-Dee, she’d just get annoyed at him for getting in her way).
“I probably should be, yes,” he says, and tries again to turn the conversation back to (or just to) why Slingshot’s in medical. “Was there anything you needed other than to know if I should?”
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Post by Slingshot on Jan 28, 2008 19:17:42 GMT -5
Nightbeat is really rubbing Slingshot the wrong way. Not that that's hard. (It's the jet on his back. Real sensitive. Rub with the seams, not against.)
"Yeah? And why should I give them to you?"
Slingshot glances at First Aid. "In a minute."
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Post by Nightbeat on Jan 28, 2008 19:29:02 GMT -5
Oh, so he's going to have to do this the hard way, huh? Well, that works out just fine. Nightbeat's still real steamed from his on-going feud with Pee-Dee and he might just get to let a little of it out.
He cracks his knuckles. "Because I'm asking."
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Post by First Aid on Jan 28, 2008 23:06:06 GMT -5
First Aid nods and verbally backs off Slingshot.
And then Nightbeat starts cracking his knuckles. First Aid stares at him. He couldn’t really. Does he honestly look like the kind of doctor you can get away with threatening someone in front of, let alone actually hitting them? Surely he doesn’t, he’s quite, quite sure he doesn’t. They’re in the middle of the medical ward, he’s standing right there! And besides, someone should have told Nightbeat by now that cracking your knuckles like that is hard on the small hydraulics and they’re a pain and a half to get replaced.
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Post by Slingshot on Jan 28, 2008 23:15:15 GMT -5
Skydive would probably shake his head and suggest that Slingshot at least go outside before picking a fight with a carbot. Silverbolt would probably say something that sounded polite and sensible but just masked his urge to strangle his gestaltmate. Not that it wouldn't be workable or anything, but 'Bolt definitely some down-time from this "leader of the Aerialbots" thing sometimes. Fireflight probably wouldn't even notice what was going on... Air Raid would understand, though. Air Raid would totally understand what makes Slingshot utter his next four words.
"Yeah? Well, ask nicely."
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Post by Nightbeat on Jan 28, 2008 23:21:01 GMT -5
Nightbeat certainly doesn't consider himself to be threatening the Aerialbot just yet. Oh no, he's just establishing some pecking order here. He's so many times older than the flyboy that he couldn't fit all the zeroes on one piece of paper. Or he might be exaggerating a bit.
"See, the thing is," and here he makes a strange motion, as though plucking a cigar from his mouth, "the thing is, it's my job to know things. The more I know, the more useful I can be. And, more importantly, at least where you're concerned... The more I know about how we got here, the sooner we can figure out how to get home."
He claps a hand on Slingshot's shoulder in what might be a friendly fashion. If you stretched the definition until the seams showed. "So spill it, flyboy, and I'll get out of your hair."
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Post by First Aid on Jan 28, 2008 23:51:38 GMT -5
Nightbeat’s not exactly threatening yet, no, but he’s certainly practicing intimidation tactics, which are closely related. It’s an interesting question, really, where you draw the line between the two, but that’s a line of thought best left to Streetwise.
Oh well. If any punches get thrown he’s throwing a tantrum. In the meantime, he doesn’t think he’ll get what he wants to know out of Slingshot if he gets too interfering, and he’s not sure how to do so without making matters more stressed. So, for the moment, he won’t.
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Post by Slingshot on Jan 29, 2008 0:04:47 GMT -5
-Wait, are girl Junkions orange and guy Junkions blue? Weird.
There is a hand way too close to his jet. At least it's not an arm around his shoulders because then he'd have to thrash the car. As it is, Nightbeat can probably feel how much more tense Slingshot has gotten from that one little gesture.
"How about you just get out of my face and frag off?"
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