[ti]Ep 2[/ti]Message In A Bottle (Starscream, Vega)
Feb 10, 2017 19:47:59 GMT -5
Post by Knock Out on Feb 10, 2017 19:47:59 GMT -5
Knock Out hummed idly as he shifted his gaze from the scanner and back to Vega.
“I understand.” He smiled. “The welcome party was merely a precaution. Never know for sure who's on the other end of a distress call, after all.” He'd cast a glance over his shoulder at the Vehicons, who all but two had gone back to their posts. It seemed these two newcomers weren't deemed a threat any longer, and it was back to business as usual. Which, if Starscream wasn't around, would be a lot of lounging around and playing games on datapads. At least for now, they stood at attention like they were supposed to while the Second in Command went over logs and reports on the main console, figuring he might as well since he was down here.
Knock Out would turn his attention back to, and frowned gently as Vega hovered on her good leg, noting how she made a point to keep her weight off her other. Maybe he should've seen to her first, all niceties and etiquette of 'ladies first' aside – the fact she couldn't stand up was an issue. At least she was smart enough to not down the entire contents of her cube in one go, unlike her companion.
“I'll do what I can, but it won't be much – not until we're back on the ship at least. For now, I'll get you both stable. You can sit on a berth, you know.” He chuckled, that frown fading of his – replaced with a charming smile as he motioned with his free servo to one of the other nearby berths. He did always like when his patients appreciated what he did for them, and as thanks given were a rarity on the ship? He'd sometimes go out of his way to be a little more pleasant to those who showed some appreciation for his work – he was all about good manners and good first impressions, after all.
His attention was drawn back by Steelstrike as he spoke, and he'd nod in response. His posture still relaxed, and his field continued to be level. He took note of the flattened wings and chuckled – having seen many a sulky Vehicon and a certain Seeker to understand that body language.
“Apology accepted! I only mentioned it because there's no better way to make yourself sick. You have to pace yourself. Let me know if you're going to expel it from your tanks so I can move out of the way.”He winked.
The compliment made him pause, and he couldn't help but smile and stand up a little straighter. Not only did he enjoy being appreciated for his work, but compliments could get you far – especially when they were about Knock Out's immaculate finish, something which they would quickly learn he took pride in.
“Ah, I'll let you off then, the sight of me was probably a shock to the system!” He laughed. “Impressive? Aren't I, though?” He purred, glancing down at the scanner once more. It beeped a few times, but would do nothing more. No sounds of alarm, no flashing warnings. Knock Out's expression nor field would give away any hint of what was wrong – if anything.
“I'll take a look at Vega then, while you sit there and let the Energon work its way through your systems. I don't see anything outwardly wrong that needs my immediate attention. The lack of fuel has drained you, but I'm sure in a few moments you'll be strong enough to make your way into the decontamination showers, and then through the Ground Bridge back to the ship once I am done with your companion here. I'm sure Starscream will want to have words, too.”
He'd unplug the small scanner, tucking the thin wire back into position in the crook of Steelstrike's elbow.
“If you feel able, feel free to use the showers located to our left. Sit tight for a while before moving, though, don't want the influx of Energon getting to you when you stand up.” He'd wave with his free servo to the left of where he was standing, a small rack of showers had been set up – mostly for washing off whatever nasties could be brought in from those who used the Space Bridge.
“Now then,” He'd turn to Vega. “Aside from your leg, anything else bothering you?”
“I understand.” He smiled. “The welcome party was merely a precaution. Never know for sure who's on the other end of a distress call, after all.” He'd cast a glance over his shoulder at the Vehicons, who all but two had gone back to their posts. It seemed these two newcomers weren't deemed a threat any longer, and it was back to business as usual. Which, if Starscream wasn't around, would be a lot of lounging around and playing games on datapads. At least for now, they stood at attention like they were supposed to while the Second in Command went over logs and reports on the main console, figuring he might as well since he was down here.
Knock Out would turn his attention back to, and frowned gently as Vega hovered on her good leg, noting how she made a point to keep her weight off her other. Maybe he should've seen to her first, all niceties and etiquette of 'ladies first' aside – the fact she couldn't stand up was an issue. At least she was smart enough to not down the entire contents of her cube in one go, unlike her companion.
“I'll do what I can, but it won't be much – not until we're back on the ship at least. For now, I'll get you both stable. You can sit on a berth, you know.” He chuckled, that frown fading of his – replaced with a charming smile as he motioned with his free servo to one of the other nearby berths. He did always like when his patients appreciated what he did for them, and as thanks given were a rarity on the ship? He'd sometimes go out of his way to be a little more pleasant to those who showed some appreciation for his work – he was all about good manners and good first impressions, after all.
His attention was drawn back by Steelstrike as he spoke, and he'd nod in response. His posture still relaxed, and his field continued to be level. He took note of the flattened wings and chuckled – having seen many a sulky Vehicon and a certain Seeker to understand that body language.
“Apology accepted! I only mentioned it because there's no better way to make yourself sick. You have to pace yourself. Let me know if you're going to expel it from your tanks so I can move out of the way.”He winked.
The compliment made him pause, and he couldn't help but smile and stand up a little straighter. Not only did he enjoy being appreciated for his work, but compliments could get you far – especially when they were about Knock Out's immaculate finish, something which they would quickly learn he took pride in.
“Ah, I'll let you off then, the sight of me was probably a shock to the system!” He laughed. “Impressive? Aren't I, though?” He purred, glancing down at the scanner once more. It beeped a few times, but would do nothing more. No sounds of alarm, no flashing warnings. Knock Out's expression nor field would give away any hint of what was wrong – if anything.
“I'll take a look at Vega then, while you sit there and let the Energon work its way through your systems. I don't see anything outwardly wrong that needs my immediate attention. The lack of fuel has drained you, but I'm sure in a few moments you'll be strong enough to make your way into the decontamination showers, and then through the Ground Bridge back to the ship once I am done with your companion here. I'm sure Starscream will want to have words, too.”
He'd unplug the small scanner, tucking the thin wire back into position in the crook of Steelstrike's elbow.
“If you feel able, feel free to use the showers located to our left. Sit tight for a while before moving, though, don't want the influx of Energon getting to you when you stand up.” He'd wave with his free servo to the left of where he was standing, a small rack of showers had been set up – mostly for washing off whatever nasties could be brought in from those who used the Space Bridge.
“Now then,” He'd turn to Vega. “Aside from your leg, anything else bothering you?”