Ratchet of Vaporex (
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synflux2025-03-11 10:23 am
open | first medibay shift
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.
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.

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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.”
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