Ep. 2 – Cooperative Effort - (Closed)
Nov 1, 2014 12:25:51 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2014 12:25:51 GMT -5
Set on Week 1, Day 2, early in the morning!
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The call came a little after six o’clock.
It had been a quiet morning so far, with little to remark upon. The first of the daily patrols were out, the base still on a low alert. Ratchet had given his report on his patients in the medical bay an hour earlier. He had tensely remarked that there was still no change in Air Raid’s condition, but that Carbine was roughly seventy percent restored to full functionality and was off–line but responsive, his repaired systems returning status queries from interrogating medical equipment. A good sign.
The medic and sounded satisfied with the news, but tired, and had grumbled something about a splitting headache. It was likely he had pulled two back–to–back shifts in the medical bay in order to work on his patients. The medical bay itself was strictly off–limits. No one went in but Dusk and Ratchet himself, on pain of – well, Ratchet hadn't specified, but his threat boded ill for any intruders.
At the moment however the medic was locked in his territory, and the base was peaceful. Now, the only disturbance was the warning chime that rang over Optimus Prime’s commline.
The voice that broke over it was not Ratchet’s.
“Excuse me, sir?” It was Wash. The bot sounded bemused, but spoke with his usual brisk civility. “Good morning, Prime. Are you on the base? If so, I’ve just received a call for you from Agent Fowler. He was quite emphatic about speaking to you, and you alone.”
A pause. “And if you’re not on base, sir, I can reroute the call to your commline. Just give the word.”
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The call came a little after six o’clock.
It had been a quiet morning so far, with little to remark upon. The first of the daily patrols were out, the base still on a low alert. Ratchet had given his report on his patients in the medical bay an hour earlier. He had tensely remarked that there was still no change in Air Raid’s condition, but that Carbine was roughly seventy percent restored to full functionality and was off–line but responsive, his repaired systems returning status queries from interrogating medical equipment. A good sign.
The medic and sounded satisfied with the news, but tired, and had grumbled something about a splitting headache. It was likely he had pulled two back–to–back shifts in the medical bay in order to work on his patients. The medical bay itself was strictly off–limits. No one went in but Dusk and Ratchet himself, on pain of – well, Ratchet hadn't specified, but his threat boded ill for any intruders.
At the moment however the medic was locked in his territory, and the base was peaceful. Now, the only disturbance was the warning chime that rang over Optimus Prime’s commline.
The voice that broke over it was not Ratchet’s.
“Excuse me, sir?” It was Wash. The bot sounded bemused, but spoke with his usual brisk civility. “Good morning, Prime. Are you on the base? If so, I’ve just received a call for you from Agent Fowler. He was quite emphatic about speaking to you, and you alone.”
A pause. “And if you’re not on base, sir, I can reroute the call to your commline. Just give the word.”