[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Standard Operating Procedure (Open)
Jul 4, 2019 20:47:29 GMT -5
Post by Skirmisher on Jul 4, 2019 20:47:29 GMT -5
“We have made plenty of enemies, and plenty of those have been left unchecked. They have the motives to design a Pathogen for our Species only, but do they have the means to deliver it?” Skirmisher said, laying there on the BioBed on his back.
“You said you haven't encountered such a Pathogen previously, but what about other Medical Officers? Do you have access to some of the older Database from the Ark?” he'd say. The view in his Visor shifted to focus on the Old Medical Officer.
“I do know that you downloaded the Medical Database from the Shuttle. If you haven't tried it, try searching for anything similar in those Records. There has to be something. There isn't such a thing as a coincidence. There isn't a Crime committed that hasn't been influenced, inspired or a repeat of an earlier Incident. The term Smart Criminal is an oxymoron,”
“I haven't experienced lethargy, but I have experienced some anxiety or what the humans would consider cabin fever. I walked a Beat for so long it's difficult at times staying in one spot for long,” the Enforcer said.
“I am wondering if you could take a look something? It's old damage received during an engagement with my old Garrison. It was a parting gift from a Decepticon Gladiator that had managed to get through the wire.The Con was destroyed, but I was rendered off-line for at at least a Planetary Cycle. The nanobots have since healed it, but it sometimes aches," Skirmisher said.
"Before you ask, I used a plasma torch on it from a Medkit. I didn't have much of a choice, and I didn't have access to anything else,” he'd say.
As if on cue, a result of a conscious decision of the Enforcer to allow his guard down this once in the presence of the Chief Medical Officer the metallic tone and paint shifted revealing the outline of a jagged crack two feet long that extended along the right side of the breastplate from the upper right corner near the collarbone strut. The crack had shown signs of having been welded, but Skirmisher's own nanobots had repaired any internal damage long ago.
“You said you haven't encountered such a Pathogen previously, but what about other Medical Officers? Do you have access to some of the older Database from the Ark?” he'd say. The view in his Visor shifted to focus on the Old Medical Officer.
“I do know that you downloaded the Medical Database from the Shuttle. If you haven't tried it, try searching for anything similar in those Records. There has to be something. There isn't such a thing as a coincidence. There isn't a Crime committed that hasn't been influenced, inspired or a repeat of an earlier Incident. The term Smart Criminal is an oxymoron,”
“I haven't experienced lethargy, but I have experienced some anxiety or what the humans would consider cabin fever. I walked a Beat for so long it's difficult at times staying in one spot for long,” the Enforcer said.
“I am wondering if you could take a look something? It's old damage received during an engagement with my old Garrison. It was a parting gift from a Decepticon Gladiator that had managed to get through the wire.The Con was destroyed, but I was rendered off-line for at at least a Planetary Cycle. The nanobots have since healed it, but it sometimes aches," Skirmisher said.
"Before you ask, I used a plasma torch on it from a Medkit. I didn't have much of a choice, and I didn't have access to anything else,” he'd say.
As if on cue, a result of a conscious decision of the Enforcer to allow his guard down this once in the presence of the Chief Medical Officer the metallic tone and paint shifted revealing the outline of a jagged crack two feet long that extended along the right side of the breastplate from the upper right corner near the collarbone strut. The crack had shown signs of having been welded, but Skirmisher's own nanobots had repaired any internal damage long ago.