Ep 1 (AR) Building Bridges (Closed, ZZ + Red Alert)
Aug 24, 2014 23:17:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2014 23:17:49 GMT -5
Set after Adaptation, end week 3
The med-bay was silent.
Night shift, so any potential visitors were down in recharge. The on-duty medic had retreated up to their little office. Zoom-Zoom lay still on the med-berth and stared up at the ceiling, optics powered down so the glow wouldn't be obvious. He was supposed to be in recharge, giving his frame a chance to heal but that was a difficult thing to accomplish considering the events a couple of cycles ago.
The encounter with Megatron had left Zoom-Zoom with two busted arms and one slagged leg plus a free ticket to an extended stay in Ratchet's medbay. His limbs were fixed now, he was just waiting for everything to integrate together and for the medbots to declare him fit for duty.
Zoom-Zoom's optics drifted to his right. To the critical repair unit.
Red Alert was in there.
They'd brought him, busted to the pits and back, energon everywhere. His right arm had been a sad shredded mess, a hole torn in his shoulder and whole heap of injuries Zoom-Zoom had caught before they'd whisked him away to intensive care. The minibot's fairly chillaxed vacation in the med-bay (ignoring his own injuries and the horror he'd gone through to acquired them) had taken a dark tone as Ratchet and Dusk attended to the security director. Try as the minibot might, as much as he told himself he didn't care about the Omega base bots, the fact was, Zoom-Zoom had been staring up at Red's faceplates for too long for him to pretend that they were merely passing acquaintances. It had disturbed him, seeing Red Alert like that, forced him to see and acknowledge the mech as a real, living being and he couldn't go back to pretending that this situation was temporary and he didn't need to give a frag about anyone.
The worst of the surgeries were over though, Red Alert just needed rest, according to the mutters Zoom-Zoom had caught from the medics. It hadn't taken long though, for arguments to break out over whether he could be released back to duty.
The minibot had a pretty much non-existent work ethic and was more than happy to lie about, doing nothing. Red Alert, on the other servo, was likely going insane with the inactivity. It was this consideration, this...dare he call it concern for the other mech, that was keeping him from recharge. There was, he knew, something he could do to provide Red Alert with a distraction.
Zoom-Zoom's lip-plates tightened. Okay, he had been doing absolutely nothing for the last couple of cycles and wouldn't mind stretching his legs. It was this he focused on, telling himself that it was only because he was finally bored that he was even considering this.
There was a monitoring device plugged into the minibot's wrist port, providing the on-duty medic with an update on Zoom-Zoom's vitals. The moment it was unplugged however, it would send out an alert, to inform the medic that their patient was escaping.
Of course, the fact that the monitor was plugged into him, meant that he was also connected to it. Zoom-Zoom had more than enough time to familiarise himself with its programming. With a lazy thought, he uploaded a false readout to the monitor, then reached up and unplugged it.
Zoom-Zoom swung his pedes over the berth and to the floor. Time to see how well he could sneak through the base's security and back.
The med-bay was silent.
Night shift, so any potential visitors were down in recharge. The on-duty medic had retreated up to their little office. Zoom-Zoom lay still on the med-berth and stared up at the ceiling, optics powered down so the glow wouldn't be obvious. He was supposed to be in recharge, giving his frame a chance to heal but that was a difficult thing to accomplish considering the events a couple of cycles ago.
The encounter with Megatron had left Zoom-Zoom with two busted arms and one slagged leg plus a free ticket to an extended stay in Ratchet's medbay. His limbs were fixed now, he was just waiting for everything to integrate together and for the medbots to declare him fit for duty.
Zoom-Zoom's optics drifted to his right. To the critical repair unit.
Red Alert was in there.
They'd brought him, busted to the pits and back, energon everywhere. His right arm had been a sad shredded mess, a hole torn in his shoulder and whole heap of injuries Zoom-Zoom had caught before they'd whisked him away to intensive care. The minibot's fairly chillaxed vacation in the med-bay (ignoring his own injuries and the horror he'd gone through to acquired them) had taken a dark tone as Ratchet and Dusk attended to the security director. Try as the minibot might, as much as he told himself he didn't care about the Omega base bots, the fact was, Zoom-Zoom had been staring up at Red's faceplates for too long for him to pretend that they were merely passing acquaintances. It had disturbed him, seeing Red Alert like that, forced him to see and acknowledge the mech as a real, living being and he couldn't go back to pretending that this situation was temporary and he didn't need to give a frag about anyone.
The worst of the surgeries were over though, Red Alert just needed rest, according to the mutters Zoom-Zoom had caught from the medics. It hadn't taken long though, for arguments to break out over whether he could be released back to duty.
The minibot had a pretty much non-existent work ethic and was more than happy to lie about, doing nothing. Red Alert, on the other servo, was likely going insane with the inactivity. It was this consideration, this...dare he call it concern for the other mech, that was keeping him from recharge. There was, he knew, something he could do to provide Red Alert with a distraction.
Zoom-Zoom's lip-plates tightened. Okay, he had been doing absolutely nothing for the last couple of cycles and wouldn't mind stretching his legs. It was this he focused on, telling himself that it was only because he was finally bored that he was even considering this.
There was a monitoring device plugged into the minibot's wrist port, providing the on-duty medic with an update on Zoom-Zoom's vitals. The moment it was unplugged however, it would send out an alert, to inform the medic that their patient was escaping.
Of course, the fact that the monitor was plugged into him, meant that he was also connected to it. Zoom-Zoom had more than enough time to familiarise himself with its programming. With a lazy thought, he uploaded a false readout to the monitor, then reached up and unplugged it.
Zoom-Zoom swung his pedes over the berth and to the floor. Time to see how well he could sneak through the base's security and back.