Ep. 2 - Somatosensory - (Closed)
Feb 3, 2015 23:26:05 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 23:26:05 GMT -5
Set during the early hours of Day One, Week One, immediately after SOMA! The time is roughly 4am.
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The medical bay was just as dim and quiet as they had left it.
The darkness folded in around the pair of Autobots as soon as they stepped through the doorway. It was cool but comforting. Tiny lights glimmered on what sparse diagnostic equipment stood about the room, like stars in the night sky.
Ratchet all but herded Mirage inside. His hand lay against the spy's back, as if he were afraid the mech would vanish into thin air the instant he removed that light contact. His expression was grim, his mouth a firm line. Rain dripped off them both and left a trail on the well scrubbed floor.
Behind them, the control room was silent. The ground bridge was deactivated and its monitors shut down for the remainder of the night. Wash had left them with the solemn promise to alter the bridge logs enough to disguise their unauthorized return to Kamchatka. Ratchet had said nothing to that, only nodded. He had spoken little since they had left the stormy ghost town in their wake.
Now, Ratchet guided Mirage towards the only empty berth in the medical bay.
"Take a seat there," he said. He gave the spy a push towards it before veering off. "I'll fetch the proper scanner. I'll do a scan both our neural systems and compare current results to the pre-existing data in both our files. Hopefully you'll be more amenable to the procedure than certain other Autobots I am duty-bound not to mention."
Ratchet grumbled to himself as he rooted about his work station. The monitor there still shed its calm blue light. It made the mud and rain on the medic's plating glitter, and gently illuminated the privacy screens of the nearby isolation ward.
The empty berth beckoned.
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The medical bay was just as dim and quiet as they had left it.
The darkness folded in around the pair of Autobots as soon as they stepped through the doorway. It was cool but comforting. Tiny lights glimmered on what sparse diagnostic equipment stood about the room, like stars in the night sky.
Ratchet all but herded Mirage inside. His hand lay against the spy's back, as if he were afraid the mech would vanish into thin air the instant he removed that light contact. His expression was grim, his mouth a firm line. Rain dripped off them both and left a trail on the well scrubbed floor.
Behind them, the control room was silent. The ground bridge was deactivated and its monitors shut down for the remainder of the night. Wash had left them with the solemn promise to alter the bridge logs enough to disguise their unauthorized return to Kamchatka. Ratchet had said nothing to that, only nodded. He had spoken little since they had left the stormy ghost town in their wake.
Now, Ratchet guided Mirage towards the only empty berth in the medical bay.
"Take a seat there," he said. He gave the spy a push towards it before veering off. "I'll fetch the proper scanner. I'll do a scan both our neural systems and compare current results to the pre-existing data in both our files. Hopefully you'll be more amenable to the procedure than certain other Autobots I am duty-bound not to mention."
Ratchet grumbled to himself as he rooted about his work station. The monitor there still shed its calm blue light. It made the mud and rain on the medic's plating glitter, and gently illuminated the privacy screens of the nearby isolation ward.
The empty berth beckoned.