open | first medibay shift

[asafepairofhands]

WHO: Ratchet and you!
WHAT: First shift in the medibay
WHERE: The medibay
WHEN: early in March
WARNINGS: Medical stuff? None otherwise


If you have a reason to come into the medical bay, there's a new face around. Ratchet is acquainting himself with the place, learning where things are, triage protocols, and building a workspace for his ten-foot self over in the corner so he doesn't have to hunch over the tables they already have.

He will also be in his human form, with his ambulance body tucked into a corner, helping to tidy the smaller, regular-sized instruments and supplies that are used regularly.

If he isn't doing that, he'll be sitting and reading up on organic medicine, just in case anybody squishy comes in with an injury of some sort. He knows the real test will be the next kaiju fight, but for now he's just making himself comfortable. Please feel free to disturb him.

Comments

[lostdestiny]

"Yes," Shinn snaps, still jittery and protective as he scrambles up to the catwalk -- even if he weren't a bit nervous, he's used to hanging around his mechanics as they work on his mobile suits. Internally, he forces himself to go through the reasons he asked for help in the first place (this is a robot doctor! Robot doctor should know how to fix robots! Destiny's been through two kaiju fights without a real tune-up, and that palm cannon still needs to be fixed!), and, after clenching his teeth, re-focuses for the sake of his beloved sparklebot.

Right. There was a question about how the hand got messed up in the first place. Back to that. "I swatted a plane and it exploded." He's back to a passably quasi-military tone, although there's definitely a sullen and defensive edge to it. Shinn still thinks it's nonsense that the planet exploded like a bomb instead of just getting smacked away. "I don't know what exactly took what part of the detonation. There was a lot going on."

[asafepairofhands]

"Feel free," Ratchet says absently, not looking up from his work. He nods vaguely to Shinn as he talks, then redoubles his concentration on the laid-open mechanisms of Destiny's arm, testing circuitry and replacing parts when necessary. He's meticulous and careful, and it takes a while working on the area where the plane had hit before he leans back and starts to close everything back up.

"All right, you want to test it, see if it activates properly?"

[lostdestiny]

Shinn watches Ratchet work interest — a robot working on a robot! Dang that’s weird — and apprehension. But Ratchet’s work looks as solid as the work of any mechanic Shinn has worked with, and he’s not seeing any obvious errors. Plus, if this results in a nuclear meltdown, it’s not Shinn’s fault.

His head jerks up when Ratchet asks him if he wants to test out the repairs. “Yes,” he hollers from the catwalk, a note of cautious enthusiasm in his voice. He swings over the edge of the catwalk and into Destiny’s cockpit with a bit greater speed and fluidity than a normal human would have (bolstered by the recklessness of knowing that he can teleport if he misses a step), and a moment later the machine shifts from the dull grays of its low-power mode to the reds, blues, and blacks of fully armored mode. And, a moment after that — “I’m not gonna fire it, but back up.”

[asafepairofhands]

"Appreciated!" Ratchet says with only a little alarm in his voice, backing up quickly and watching as Shinn practically backflips into the mobile suit. He's almost positive his repairs were successful, but working on a whole new system is, well... new. He waits with anticipation to see what Shinn says.