[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Safehouse [Raf and Miko]
Jul 28, 2018 20:20:55 GMT -5
Post by Javelin on Jul 28, 2018 20:20:55 GMT -5
Javelin had taken her time moving towards Carbine’s quarters.
The farther she had gotten from the medibay, the more the anxiety had drained away from her. While many bots had a strong dislike of hospitals, there were memories there she didn’t want to visit.
Not now. She was needed.
However, now, approaching Carbine’s quarters, new anxiety developed.
Javelin really didn’t have a lot of experience with humans, and she certainly had non with human children. The whole concept of organic young was strange to her. She had spent a lot of time on other planets, most of them with organic races, so she wasn’t a complete stranger to their reproductive habits. They tended to take organic material from adults, mix it up, and develop a smaller, not-yet-fully-developed individual from it, when then spend a rather shockingly long time developing into an adult version, whereby it would undertake the same habits.
She supposed it was a smart evolutionary tactic. Just keep making various clones of yourself. The race survived that way.
But she hadn’t ever really interacted with children. She knew what was expected of her. You didn’t talk about certain things, or do certain things. They tended to be easily frightened, weren’t as physically strong or mentally adult as their parents. She knew what she was supposed to do…
But was she ready?
Regardless, they needed to be checked on, especially since one of them had been shockingly close to what had gone on, and she was aware energon was rather toxic to them. If nothing else, she could at least run back to the medibay and let Ratchet know the children seemed ill.
Approaching the door, she paused, then pushed the middle button on the keypad four times. After taking another second, she reached out and slid back the door. Heeding Carbine’s words, she remained outside, peering in.
The farther she had gotten from the medibay, the more the anxiety had drained away from her. While many bots had a strong dislike of hospitals, there were memories there she didn’t want to visit.
Not now. She was needed.
However, now, approaching Carbine’s quarters, new anxiety developed.
Javelin really didn’t have a lot of experience with humans, and she certainly had non with human children. The whole concept of organic young was strange to her. She had spent a lot of time on other planets, most of them with organic races, so she wasn’t a complete stranger to their reproductive habits. They tended to take organic material from adults, mix it up, and develop a smaller, not-yet-fully-developed individual from it, when then spend a rather shockingly long time developing into an adult version, whereby it would undertake the same habits.
She supposed it was a smart evolutionary tactic. Just keep making various clones of yourself. The race survived that way.
But she hadn’t ever really interacted with children. She knew what was expected of her. You didn’t talk about certain things, or do certain things. They tended to be easily frightened, weren’t as physically strong or mentally adult as their parents. She knew what she was supposed to do…
But was she ready?
Regardless, they needed to be checked on, especially since one of them had been shockingly close to what had gone on, and she was aware energon was rather toxic to them. If nothing else, she could at least run back to the medibay and let Ratchet know the children seemed ill.
Approaching the door, she paused, then pushed the middle button on the keypad four times. After taking another second, she reached out and slid back the door. Heeding Carbine’s words, she remained outside, peering in.