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| Tweet Topic Started: 28 Mar 2016, 08:41 AM (243 Views) | |
| Jumpercablebabe | 28 Mar 2016, 08:41 AM Post #1 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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It only took the first week, but finally First Aid could smile at all his hard work. The medbay had been washed top to bottom, no more sticky small puddles of drying energon to catch his pedes when he walked. Not just that, but all the datapads, and he means all, have been organized and are ready for deeper inspection. But finally, every piece of equipment was either calibrated or repaired. Giving himself both a metaphorical and physical pat on the back, his blue visor beamed, not even hiding the happiness in his EM field. Oh. Would Lotty be excited. A bounce in his step, Aid rounded the corner of his desk to sit at his less than cushy chair, peaking glance at Ambulon's desk. Papers and datapads left untouched, not a pen out of place. Well that could wait another day. Little victories, the fresh CMO reminded himself. Cybertron wasn't built in a day, tho one could argue just how quickly it had fallen. Still, getting the medbay pristine for more than 10 minutes was a huuuuge feat and he was rightfully proud. But the calm only lasted so long, as it dawned on the medic that, well, now that everything had been done.... There was nothing left to do. It reminded him of Delphi. Long wait times, twiddling his fingers and waiting for disaster. Thankfully the lost light, well sometimes at least, didn't explode into disaster. No, no. Craziness yes, but disaster? Only seldom. Ultra Magnus had tight reins on the crazy antics of the crew, at least most of the time. It was nothing less than respectable. Drumming his digits to his desk, the novelty of the fresh medbay was fading quick. Taking a quick look to the wall clock, which First Aid found himself using more than his built in one these days, he took note that at least Lotty would be clocking in soon. It would give him a partner to brief him on what happened with the ship in his absence. Not that Tailgate didn't do a well job, he did, the minibot just may have a different perspective of the ship than Lotty did. It was best to find out from more than one source after all. Hopefully Lotty would come a little earlier rather than later, Aid thought to himself. The haunting feel of Ratchet and Ambulon's empty desks rattled him to his spark, which was already dealing with enough as it is. Gestalt bonds, am I right? |
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| Catawampus | 28 Mar 2016, 05:55 PM Post #2 |
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So much panic, so little time!
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Velocity was...well, her head was still spinning. She kept having to remind herself that she wasn't on the Vis anymore. The Lost Light was a completely different organism. She just...hadn't realized exactly how different it was until she'd followed Nautica onboard. Naturally, Nautica hadn't given her any warning, and Velocity was pretty sure her fellow Camien had probably expected things to be parallel to the Vis. Yeah. It wasn't. And she was still trying to get a grasp of this whole adventuring thing. Because the Lost Light really seemed to be adventure-prone. Whether or not that was a good thing. She was still wondering this as she scurried down to the medbay to start her day proper. She expected to be walking into a mess--because the medbay had been that when she left it. A mess. She could just imagine her old instructor glowering at it in distaste, and then giving her the headshake of doom. But she just hadn't had the time. If someone wasn't being wounded as the result of some nefarious plot to kill a crewmate, it was a rabid serial killer who could turn you inside out (plus his brother...ship?). And then add simple shenanigans on top of that, and there was a steady trickle into the medbay. She was pretty sure it hadn't changed since First Aid had left. She hadn't even gotten around to cleaning the extra desk off--and her own was piled high with...things. Lots of different things. Some of which was probably medical waste by this point! "Oh--hey. No one warned me you'd be back," Lotty greeted a little lamely as she went to log in at the terminal. The doubletake came almost immediately afterward, and she nearly snapped her own neck trying to swivel her head around to take everything in at once. "Wow...oh wow. It is really clean in here..." It was probably the lamest comment she'd ever made, but it had taken her by surprise. Medbays had to be clean, sure, but...she was pretty sure the floor was actually sparkling! Especially after the traffic it had just seen! ...and here she was gawping at it after not helping the mess at all, and he'd cleaned it up while she'd been off...doing normal person things (like getting lost in the ship in attempts to find her hab suite back) rather than spending another sleepless night trying to catch up! Sure, she really was just out of medical school, but she felt particularly novice at this point. Edited by Catawampus, 28 Mar 2016, 07:56 PM.
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| Jumpercablebabe | 29 Mar 2016, 06:47 AM Post #3 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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"Nobody warned you that I was leaving either. I figured, well, equally surprising entrance for my exist." He laughed, softly. "No, no, I joke. I had very last minute information that I would be returning. My job had finished so where else would I return but here. Yep... Home sweet home, I suppose." The Lost Light was arguably one of his homes. As was Delphi, and his Gestalt. Many homes, many emergency rooms, but it was fitting as First Aid hardly stayed in one place. Being moved and re-stationed, if he couldn't adapt there would be no chances for success. He was always changing to fit the atmosphere. Then Lottie gasped those magic words and Aid couldn't help but visibly brighten in his seat. "Yep! As clean as I could manage! It was hard work, but I totally imagine that had I been left alone that the bay would be just as messy. I mean, I'm not sure all of what is true or not, but Tailgate was telling me some pretty crazy stories. I'm sorry that I wasn't here to help you Lottie, but I'm proud of you for all of your hard work. I'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't worried, because while I was away I really was anxious about what was going on here. I just, well, had kinda more pressing matters at hand." Like fighting Devastator, as a hastily thrown together Combiner. Sure, yeah, hot spot had called them the protectobots for a reason and all, but aid really hadn't imagined they'd actually have to combine to fight. His spark twinged, thinking of his brothers. Sure they had been on the ship prior to the incident with Mirage, but Aid had taken a different ways of returning to the Lost Light. Of course his brothers understood, waving him off, but he had only rushed back so fast because of the guilty of leaving Lottie all to herself. The CMO gave the other a thumbs up, deciding maybe he should wait until she was at least done punching in for her shift before pelting her with questions. He was positive that she would have some for him as well, no need to rush anything. "Everything is practically good as new. All recalibrated and I made sure to refresh some of the older supplies with what we had in the back stock. I'll just have to remember to take a supply run next time we crash planet side." Oh thank Primus for Lottie. Not just because she was a medic that First Aid knew he could trust and depend on, as all the medic's he seemed to work with had been dependable, but because she had unknowingly came at just the right time to save him from the silence of the medbay. "So, Lottie, when you get a second there's some stuff I would like to go over. Now that cleaning is off our to-do list we have a lot of other stuff to manage. Eventually my goal is to get at least half the mechs on the ships physicals, which I know you know won't be an easy task. We just gotta keep pushing and calling others down. But that is a long term goal. Short term I have some other objectives." With that First Aid pulled a data pad from his sub space. All his notes he had mentally jotted had been duplicated to the pad, mostly to help him get the full skinny of all he had missed. "Once you get yourself seated, I was wondering if you could brief me on what happened while I was away? Sorry I don't have any kind of souvenir from my trip for you, trust me, I'll tell you alllll about that later and you'll understand why. I just know that to protect every mech on this ship I need to be as current as possible, and I'm quite far behind with that. I had caught wind that Cyclonus was hurt, anything you could tell me on that?" |
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| Catawampus | 29 Mar 2016, 10:24 AM Post #4 |
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So much panic, so little time!
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"Story of my life, you know?" Lottie replied with a somewhat nervous laugh as she finished up and practically collapsed into a free seat. The laugh had been intended to be good-natured, but it came out forced and...tired. There was a bit of a stressed crackle in her EM field, whether she intended to let that slip through or not. The rather recent issue with the amazing turn-you-inside-out serial killer popped into mind again, but Velocity barely managed not to give another nervous laugh. She could now say that she knew a handful of the crew inside and out. She had a feeling if that joke was ever voiced, Rodimus would never let her live it down. Ever. "So...um. Cyclonus, right? He...actually kind of got in a fight with Megatron? And then some of the security crew actually opened fire on him. I could stick my whole hand through parts of his armor!" Another stressed fizz from her field. "But he's--well, the running joke is that they don't make them like that anymore. He's fine--healing, but I think he's actually going to pull through pretty well. With, you know, bits missing. He still looks like Ten tap-danced on his back, but he's back to glowering at everyone. I've got..." A pause. "At least I think have everything up to date on him." Oh, that reminded her. "...come to think of it, half the crew has alerts for followups after injury reports." Lottie didn't know whether or not she should spring the fact that part of the crew had actually hatched a plot to kill Megatron now or wait until he was caught up. They still hadn't gotten to the inside out issues yet. ...or the fact that Tailgate could pick Ten up at this point. She was still trying to process that gem! |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 30 Mar 2016, 06:23 AM Post #5 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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Aid didn't become such an outstanding medic to not be able to pick up on the others stress. As medics, honestly, Aid could relate to the feeling. Long shifts, little appreciation, and yet the only true satisfaction ever came after disaster struck and it was at their hands that the problems were solved. There was no way he could feel offended by the stressed laugh, as jarring as it might have come across, because if he was being true to himself he was at the same point too. But, if for her sake at the very least, First Aid kept a tight lid on his field. Warmth flooded through, but not a hint of anything else. With Lottie's reveal of Cyclonus's state it hadn't mattered that First Aid had physically seen worse, the mental image of Lottie's closed fist pushing with no resistance through a hole in Cyclonus made his tanks churn. It was baffling. Cyclonus fighting megatron!? But why!? Nauseated by the recent development, Aid continued to type down notes in on the datapad, one hand however coming up to press lightly to his face mask. He couldn't help feeling sick at the thought of the damage. Would his stomach flipped had he seen it? Somewhat, yes, but to visibly see an invited patient and be able to help them usually canceled out the queasiness. Mental images offered no relief. "Sorry, Lottie, I'm being a little unprofessional... But... Primus, how does this even happen? I get I might be the last one excited to pick up a gun on this ship, and if need be I'll use it t defend myself and protect my crew if I absolutely have to, but I'm sure that as a medic you feel the resistance to that too. It's hard to imagine others finding some sick pleasure in opening fire on each other. Like, yes, we need order and rules and enforcement to keep us safe, but you see patient after patient day in and out here... You and I have front row seats to the destruction violence causes..." He feels a little foolish for the outburst. The war is over. First Aid hoped that had meant the fighting would end with it. He supposed that was a foolish thought, as some of the mechs on board have probably never lived during a time not at war. It was only logical that they, well, just didn't know how to cope without aggression since that's all they've ever known. At least by now he didn't feel like purging and could keep up with the info. "I'll have to read your reports later. Probably after I've gotten a high grade or twelve from Swerve's." His tone indicated that wasn't quite a joke. "Still, Cyclonus to the side, how is Tailgate? When I spoke with them they seemed quite okay. A little jittery but I think it's because I had surprised them. Though they did ask me if I could be picked up and tossed across the room, I politely declined. I don't particularly enjoy the thought of being man handled and smashed to the wall, despite my seemingly erratic behavior at time." |
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| Catawampus | 30 Mar 2016, 06:44 AM Post #6 |
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So much panic, so little time!
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Lottie was...new to this, so to speak. Not so much to being a medic, but--well--the adventures. Caminus had been spared the war, and that put her at something of a disadvantage next to her CMO. Before the Lost Light, the only adventure she'd really had (at least in the way of the Lost Light in general!) was the personality ticks. If this kept up, she'd end up unflappable. Hopefully. Either that, or she'd have a breakdown...it was hard to tell at this point. She'd intended to warn First Aid about the attempt to kill Megatron--and Tailgate--but the questions soon knocked her off track. And, well, Tailgate's current status was still boggling her mind. The body didn't work like that...did it? "Okay...so." She pulled in a breath through her vents and let it out slowly. "This is going to sound weird, right, but I think...Tailgate randomly became a point-one percenter. So I haven't scientifically proven this, but his spark actually morphed. He was with Cyclonus when he was wounded, and when they were cornered--this was immediately after Cyclonus was made into a piece of performance art, by the way--he just sort of...became a little EMP bomb. He went into a coma for a while, and when he woke up, his spark had morphed. How is that even possible?! And he probably could have, you know--smashed you against the wall. He's been working on not smashing things now--poor dear. Tailgate's finding things a little easier to break these days." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 30 Mar 2016, 07:02 AM Post #7 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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"Lottie, you don't just 'magically' become a point-one percenter. Did rodimus say that? Did he use the word magic?" First Aid wanted to cup his face with his hands and groan, but he had to stay professional. "I have no doubts that he is a point-one percenter but I wouldn't chalk it up to magic, Lottie. I know Ratchet made claim that Tailgate was probably the oldest model on the ship, regardless to how new his condition was. I don't like to toss around the word 'mutation' or 'evolution' but those are better suited words than 'magic' for s change in spark behavior." A deep vent, a pause in rant. "Sorry for snapping there, Lottie, it's nothing personal I'm just baffled. Baffled at this and having no way to figure out how this came to be short of forcing tailgate to do experiments. I'm sure all the scientist mechs would love to put their hands on our minibot friend but really... How unethical is that?" Another pause, as the medic wasn't even hiding the shift in his optics. All he had to hear was "Cyclonus" and "performance art" and his focus was straight back at that empty desk across the room. While he wasn't the religious type, he gave a short mental prayer on Cyclonus's behalf. At least someone survived being torn apart, it seemed. Aid swallowed any toxic feelings, stuffing them deep and as down as they could go. It wasn't fair, it would never be fair, but Aid never ever wanted things to be even. "How... How did Tailgate hold up seeing how badly Cyclonus was hurt? They're so fond of him, it hurts just to think what all this fighting has done to Tailgate. I know they're strong, I mean, even you've seen their strength, but still. Physical capabilities are but a shadow of emotional and mental strength. That's where I place most my worry anyways." |
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| Catawampus | 30 Mar 2016, 07:24 AM Post #8 |
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She gestured helplessly. "But they just kind of...did. I haven't figured out any logic behind it; their spark literally just morphed and I haven't figured out for sure what caused it. Though, come to think of it, the term 'Magical Science Sword' came up while Tailgate was out of commission." She hadn't been around to see Tailgate's first miraculous recovery--which probably would have boggled her just as much as his current state. She didn't even notice the flicker from First Aid--she was too busy trying to make sense of things on her own end. "And Tailgate is...they seem all right. For the circumstance. They've been keeping busy. And, you know, trying to figure out if they can actually bench press Ten. I'm going to assume that means everything's currently managable up there." She tapped the side of her helm to demonstrate she meant psychologically. Her EM field wasn't as 'fizzy' anymore, but she had that glazed look that either meant she was sleep deprived or overwhelmed--or both, in this case. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 1 Apr 2016, 07:08 PM Post #9 |
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“ ‘Magical Science Sword’ “ The worst part, the absolute worst part was that First Aid actually could make sense of that phrase and yet still he repeated it, the words sounding just as flat as he could manage. Yep. That probably had something to do with Tailgate’s recent change, and to think he completely overlooked that detail. Then again, he hadn’t gotten as invested in Tailgate’s case as Lottie had. He really should explain the sword thing, huh… “Okay so ‘Magical science sword’ isn’t just a total bunch of gargled nonsense. I can assure that you are not slipping or going crazy on that one. If I hadn’t been there myself, well, I don’t think I’d believe it either.” First Aid gave Lottie a soft look followed by a deep vent. Standing up, First Aid moved his chair closer to her desk, not behind it where she was located but in front of her so they could sit across from one another. Lighting up his visor a little, Aid made sure to brush her EM field with his, a cool calm to help down with her haziness. He could tell she was close to either a breakthrough or a break down, which one however he wasn’t too certain at this point. “Lottie, Lottie. Give me a deep vent, you look like pit. You can’t let this place kill you, do you wanna end up like Ratchet? I doubt the other bots could think of a nickname that comes to par with ‘Ratchet the Hatchet’ for you, but I’d hate to see them try. You’re too talented to let the stress of this wear you down, I know I know, easier said than done.” |
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| Catawampus | 2 Apr 2016, 03:47 AM Post #10 |
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So much panic, so little time!
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She seemed a little confused (or maybe suspicious--it was hard to tell), but she complied--pulling in air through her vents and letting it out slowly. Her expression didn't change overmuch, but some of the fizz went out of her EM field. With all the excitement, she hadn't really had time to vent to anyone; it had been held in. With obvious results, of course. "Wait--so Rodimus didn't make up the 'Magical Science Sword?' I thought he was just giving me a hard time..." Well, she'd assumed it was an actual thing in some form--beneath layers of sarcasm. And then another deep vent. "Sorry--I'm still...confused. And just...thanks, really. I just...wasn't really able to prepare. And then you were called away and people were being turned inside out--" that still disturbed her obviously, "It was...a lot." And she hadn't always had Nautica around to talk to... |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 2 Apr 2016, 08:21 AM Post #11 |
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"The magical sword is very much a real thing. Tailgate had gotten fatally I'll quite some time ago. We hadn't caught it soon enough, it was quite sad. The little minibot tried is best to cope but they knew what was coming, it was hard to watch but I could only imagine how tailgate must have felt." Aid continued to brush their fields, tempted to reach out and squeeze Lottie's hands. He took another vent himself, hoping that she would take the hint and follow suit. "Ratchet and I discussed what we could do. He was fairly set in the thought that there was nothing we could do. I was already in the midsts of setting up my cables, trying to see who could be a spark donor. If anything, I was prepared to charge on in the second the readings on our friend dipped and try to jump his spark with my own." Another pause followed by a vent. Aid continued beam through his visor, trying to keep Lottie calm through the whole story. It was something Ratchet never really did for him that he had wished he'd done. Sometimes Ratchet would comfort him after he'd gotten upset, but while Aid had been sorta the 'baby' at the medbay it never really came into his favor. "Cyclonus had taken things into his own hands. Tailgate insisted they spend their last moments with cyclonus, I can understand why. They seem to be very close. Cyclonus might not say anything but I really think he cares deeply for our minibot pal. Anyways, the sword's charge had restated tailgate and somehow cured him of his ailments. We did keep tailgate in the medbay for quite some time afterwards but his spark signature had read normal so ratchet and I had assumed it was similar to if I were to jumpstart him. Not that it would later come to mutate into something else." First Aid began to giggle, gesturing 'one moment' to Lottie as he tried to calm himself down. "Sorry, sorry, it's that Tailgate really does seem to be a late bloomer doesn't he?" |
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| Catawampus | 2 Apr 2016, 11:38 AM Post #12 |
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The fizz was slowly leaving her EM field--slowly. Talking definitely helped, as did trying to make sense of one of their ongoing mysteries, it seemed. "Er...I guess?" She was a little confused about the giggling! "You'd know that before me. I came in right before that whole thing. Not that I'm, you know, particularly upset. He saved us all. It's just...I'm kind of hoping he agrees to come back in so I can run a couple more tests." Lottie watched him for a while, still not sure if her CMO was as all right as he was trying to seem. And, well, there really wasn't any way to address it subtly. "And are you sure you're okay, Aid? You seem a bit...off." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 2 Apr 2016, 07:13 PM Post #13 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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Aid ignored Lottie asking if he was okay. He really didn't have much of an answer to give. "Well, Lottie, you gotta admit it is a little funny. Over 6 million years ago Tailgate was made to what? Move garbage? Because of some class structure that dictated that bots like him and rewind were just 'disposable'. And within like.. Not even a full cycle of being up and moving trash, Tailgate falls down a pit, takes a 6 million year nap, and wakes up just in time to catch the lost light and now he's pretty much a super hero. You can't tell me that isn't funny at all to you in the least?" While his laughing died down, it was clear that he was still a bit... Off. Lottie was right in her assessment, not that it wasn't to be expected. First Aid hadn't really grieved at all. His promotion wasn't even sincere and barely felt real. Not to mention he was firmly picked up and just moved about and then thrusted a responsibility he never really asked for. "And yet, Tailgate who was just around to pick up garbage can still do the right thing with his power. Meanwhile others who were forged with it can't... Can't even seem to do the right thing. They abuse it. It's sickening." Many bots fit this description, but the one on First Aid's mind specifically was Pharma. Coded and forged a skilled medic, and what did he do with his abilities? Pharma himself was arguable, as to if he was nice or not. Him and ratchet had their differences, aid was far from fond of the mech, but that was more personal. At one point he had helped others, and then look what happened. "I just think it's a little ironic Lottie. More than a little ironic." |
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| Catawampus | 2 Apr 2016, 08:53 PM Post #14 |
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The suspicion was palpable--mostly because it was showing in her EM field in place of the stressed fizz from before. Something didn't quite fit, and the not-very subtle dodge just made it all the more obvious. "Ironic, sure. Maybe a little cool. More like worrying overall because you don't just switch around what your spark does and doesn't do. Seriously though, Aid. What are you trying to dodge? And you're not dodging it really well, by the way. " |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 3 Apr 2016, 08:21 AM Post #15 |
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"Ratchet is gone, Lottie. Amublon's gone too, only he's never coming back." The words came out a bit more defensive than he had intended, immediately he back pedaled. Pit, hadn't meant to come off so aggressive. He sighed deeply, letting his posture fall to a slouch. "Lottie, I didn't mean that as curt as it came out, my apologies... That was unprofessional and impolite of me... It's just hard to be in a place all the time and..." Ge gestured to their desks, though while Ratchets had been cleaned up Ambulon's remained untouched. All that time spent pining after the ward manager... Unrequited feelings boiling in the deepest part of his tanks. Sometimes it made him want to purge just at how many times he missed out on with the two them. "I've seen every part of Ambulon... I don't mean that in a 'he shared everything with me' way... I watched him get sliced in half, only for ratchet to mutilate his body into a canon... All some sick game our former boss decided to play... And I couldn't save him Lottie, I never had the chance, he was dead before the saw left him..." He didn't want to have this conversation. Not now, not ever. He could feel his tanks sloshing with disgust and discomfort. |
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