Ep. 0.5 - Visiting Hours

Serotype had been effectively near comatos for at least eighteen hours since she had helped to cure Bumblebee. It was only recently that she had come to. By that time, she had discovered herself chained up further on the medical berth. Well.... that was certainly going to make scratching that itch in the middle of her face awkward as much as it was impossible.

A change of the guard had certainly made things more interesting for sure. Her previous guard wasn't much for conversation. This new bot, Jazz, seemed to be quite the chatter box.

"I... really have no interest in murdering my saviours. That would be quite dishonourable," said Serotype, "Of course, you're considerably more vocal than the last guard posted here. Which given that I was essentially left counting ceiling tiles, someone who's willing to talk is far more engaging."

Jazz blinked up at Rhinox...then followed his gaze.

Then nearly fell off the crate he was laughing so hard. Laughing so hard he resorted to open comms. ::No no no, guard duty. This is Serotype. She helped with Bee's processor issue but still prefers purple to red. I'm guarding her for the next few hours of her stay in LOVELY Chez Ratchet.::

Jazz composed himself, still chuckling. "Not...pfffft, Rhinox, that THAT was your first thought tells me a lot about you."

The Look that Rhinox was leveling on Jazz right then was not, repeat not a glare. It was a Flat Look of Disapproval. With perhaps a shot of I'm So Fragging Embarrassed on the rocks of This Is All Rattrap's Fault, with an I'm Currently Caressing The Mental Image Of Grabbing You By The Neck And Shaking You Until Bolts Fall Out chaser.

Okay, so it might have been a bit of a glare.

"It's the company I keep," he muttered, shaking his head. Addressing Serotype, he said politely, "My name is Rhinox." Vorns of sharing living space with a Decepticon defector had taught him how to deal with them without touching off their hair-trigger tempers. "I was just looking for Ratchet - I don't suppose either of you have seen him lately." He prayed that one of them would say 'yes, he went thataway!' so he could trot off in a general Thataway direction and along the way find a bucket of cold water to stick his head in to get rid of the embarrassment-glyphs he was trying to stifle.

The medbay was always the place to be if you wanted to meet new people. Or rather, that was how it seemed to be recently anyway. Velocity had no idea what was going on the past few weeks but activity had shot through the roof, even before she was confined here because of her injuries. Something was happening or going down and since she was forced to stay here she was determined to annoy..er learn all she could about everything and everyone. Especially the new comers.

She took her time getting there. Not talking to anyone and looking for all the world like she would strangle someone if they bothered her. Truth was she still felt alone here, no matter what happened. Her loneliness kept her from being as friendly as she used to be and even her flirting felt hollow and fake to her. Going through the motions. That was exactly what she was doing. Though her curiosity was always the same and she liked to be where the action was. Her data pad was in her hand but she wasn't using it currently, just had it at the ready for when she needed it.

As she neared the infamous medbay, the place she had been stuck in and where she had entertained some time with Sniper, a familiar voice sounded. Not Autobot familiar either but...why couldn't she place this one? Her tall frame with it's long and lanky legs carried her easily the rest of the way, quicker than she had been going. Standing there in the doorway she saw Jazz, a mech she had heard some things about. Some other Autobot she didn't know and...Serotype? Type was chained to the berth and, her optics zoned in on the chains and then the femme herself before she shoved her way to the berth and looked down on the other.

“So, your little friend, the one you wanted to help, was here all along? I am glad to see you made it here.” A smile lit up Velocity's faceplate then, and it was entirely genuine and even made her optics spark happily. “Though I hate to see you this way I am sure they have their reasoning.” Her tone was low and her field showcased how unhappy she really was about this.

It was getting crowded in the medbay. Rhinox actually stepped back a bit, sheepish and a touch submissive in the medic's presence and not wanting to loom over any of the smaller mechs gathered, even the Decepticon. "I'm having an integration problem with one of my replacement circuits, Ratchet," he answered, shifting his weight a bit. "I was thinking we could replace it with a type two? That might be able to handle the energy load better."

They said medics made the worst patients. As a sometime repairbot himself, Rhinox tried to help his own repair work along without being too obnoxious about it.

Velocity looked down her faceplate at Ratchet, her smile vanishing and her optics growing cold and hard. "I have every right to be here and don't you take that imperious tone with me Ratchet." She had wanted to say more but felt that insulting him was not going to matter, he was rather thick headed as it was. Her own tone was calm, cool, controlled and very sharp, much like her claws. "I know Serotype." That was all the explanation that he was going to get and she gave him one last withering look before turning her attention back on the femme in question.

"I understand why you did. Things are so up in air lately everywhere. Bots coming and going it seems." Her smile lit up again and she flicked her data pad on and typed in a few things. "I have been the same as when you saw me last only this time alone in a place full of others." She didn't care if others were around her to here, she was tired of holding just how she felt back. "It has been awhile. Oddly enough the only reason why I am here is because I was put on base arrest. I got injured the day after we last saw each other, the mending you did tore open again. I can be a bit wild in melee." A wink to Type then and she still didn't move from the other femme's side.

"I will be fine, Ratchet. I'll know when I've reached a safe limit," said Serotype.

Serotype smiled faintly at Velocity. Which was rare for her unless she was in the presence of someone she trusted.

"Hm. I wish I could have been there to help," said Serotype, "although currently, I'm not much help to anyone in my present state. The desert is a harsh mistress."