[ti]Ep 2[/ti]Miscalibration (Closed)
Jun 11, 2016 20:57:10 GMT -5
Post by Flatline on Jun 11, 2016 20:57:10 GMT -5
Flatline wanted to snarl back for once. It didn't matter that Skywarp was so much bigger than him; it didn’t matter that the brute could seriously hurt him or kill him before help could arrive. The fact of the matter was that there was no way for Flatline to know how to help, if he didn't even understand the roughest of concepts about the largest organ within the seeker's frame. He knew the rough basics about how a Ground Bridge worked, but that was like a human knowing the 'rough concepts' of how a car worked. It didn’t mean that he had the capability to build it, and it especially didn’t mean he knew how it functions in such a tiny area attached to a cognitive being. A Ground Bridge was a tool, to be used by others, not some living thing attached to an individual. He had to study it to know how to fix things.
He thought about giving up... thought about the possibility of just injecting Skywarp with a sedative so he could initialize a hard reboot. Something to cause his systems to restart themselves at base level so that the warp core could shed out all the bad data it was being given... but no... no... He'd probably consider that as some kind of harsh betrayal, and would rebel against him in the future for doing so.
For a moment Flatline seemed to relent, his shoulders slumping down in their sockets while his features flattened in dead exhaustion. He seemed ready to just fold his cards in a way, only for a new surge of frustrated aggression to pulse into play.
He wasn't some magic man, he wasn't a miracle worker. He couldn't make something from nothing, and couldn't abide by Skywarp's ludicrous rules. If the seeker wanted his help, he had to play by HIS rules and HIS game, and if those terms weren't acceptable? Then he could sulk off to his corner of the warship to complain and whine about the cosmos collapsing in on itself and his newfound hell of existence.
Flatline didn't have the patience for this anymore, and while Skywarp had settled down and sat on the Medical Berth, Flatline turned to face him while slamming a palm down on a nearby table, the sound a loud bang that echoed in the metal cage that was his lab. Paired with this motion, his other primary placed against his hip which further accented the 'don’t give a frag' posture he had taken on while a fierce glare took hold on his features.
"You know what? No."
He said at last, his voice confident and bold, no fear in place.
"No. N. O. Medicine is a science, and you said it yourself the issue is with your warp core. This is not opinion, it is FACT. I want to help you, but I CAN'T."
Pushing away from the table, Flatline took a few paces towards Skywarp, knowing that what he was doing could go two ways. He could earn some points in Skywarps childish brain, by standing up to him and asserting dominance in his domain, or he could end up injured badly and lose out on any gains and boons he had hoped to build up to use the brute for help in the future. But no... if he had to roll over and play the passive little mouse to keep on his good side? No. Nope nada nayday!
"I am not going to blindly experiment on you, and as much as I would like to figure out how you FUNCTION, I respect your wishes as a medical professional."
Growled, he point jabbed a talon in Skywarp's direction, before holding up both hands in a framing gesture.
"Let me frame this out for you here again, so it's nice and clear..."
He started, his voice low, before the volume raised to a louder tone that growled out at first, before rising into a near yell too make his point painfully clear to Skywarp's child brain.
"I WON'T EXPERIMENT! But I need to do SCIENCE to FIX YOU."
He thought about giving up... thought about the possibility of just injecting Skywarp with a sedative so he could initialize a hard reboot. Something to cause his systems to restart themselves at base level so that the warp core could shed out all the bad data it was being given... but no... no... He'd probably consider that as some kind of harsh betrayal, and would rebel against him in the future for doing so.
For a moment Flatline seemed to relent, his shoulders slumping down in their sockets while his features flattened in dead exhaustion. He seemed ready to just fold his cards in a way, only for a new surge of frustrated aggression to pulse into play.
He wasn't some magic man, he wasn't a miracle worker. He couldn't make something from nothing, and couldn't abide by Skywarp's ludicrous rules. If the seeker wanted his help, he had to play by HIS rules and HIS game, and if those terms weren't acceptable? Then he could sulk off to his corner of the warship to complain and whine about the cosmos collapsing in on itself and his newfound hell of existence.
Flatline didn't have the patience for this anymore, and while Skywarp had settled down and sat on the Medical Berth, Flatline turned to face him while slamming a palm down on a nearby table, the sound a loud bang that echoed in the metal cage that was his lab. Paired with this motion, his other primary placed against his hip which further accented the 'don’t give a frag' posture he had taken on while a fierce glare took hold on his features.
"You know what? No."
He said at last, his voice confident and bold, no fear in place.
"No. N. O. Medicine is a science, and you said it yourself the issue is with your warp core. This is not opinion, it is FACT. I want to help you, but I CAN'T."
Pushing away from the table, Flatline took a few paces towards Skywarp, knowing that what he was doing could go two ways. He could earn some points in Skywarps childish brain, by standing up to him and asserting dominance in his domain, or he could end up injured badly and lose out on any gains and boons he had hoped to build up to use the brute for help in the future. But no... if he had to roll over and play the passive little mouse to keep on his good side? No. Nope nada nayday!
"I am not going to blindly experiment on you, and as much as I would like to figure out how you FUNCTION, I respect your wishes as a medical professional."
Growled, he point jabbed a talon in Skywarp's direction, before holding up both hands in a framing gesture.
"Let me frame this out for you here again, so it's nice and clear..."
He started, his voice low, before the volume raised to a louder tone that growled out at first, before rising into a near yell too make his point painfully clear to Skywarp's child brain.
"I WON'T EXPERIMENT! But I need to do SCIENCE to FIX YOU."