Ep. 2 - Fit and Solder - (Closed)
May 14, 2015 9:28:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 14, 2015 9:28:32 GMT -5
Takes place on Week 2, Day 4, the night of Smooth Jazz!
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"The Sahara Desert," said Ratchet.
He spoke flatly as he fitted the last faring between the armour of Jazz's back and shoulder. It slid into place and neatly autosealed, leaving a flexible joint behind. Ratchet absently tapped it to test the fitting. "We've had Autobot's crash land all across the planet in a variety of different and hostile terrains, and you somehow manage to find the largest, emptiest, and most arid one of them all. Why am I not surprised."
Despite the weary tone there was a touch of amusement in the old medic's optics as he stepped back to survey his handiwork. "At least you're in decent shape after the crash - relatively speaking. I've cleaned up or outright replaced the fouled or burnt out circuitry, and welded the cracks in your framework that I was able to find. That leaves just the knee and the shoulder left now in terms of larger repairs, but you should rest a bit to allow your auto-repair to finish the fine connections I've made first. We can tackle the rest later."
Ratchet lightly tapped Jazz's knee with the penlight he was holding before he turned back to his trolley of tools. The two Autobots were alone in the quiet medical bay, which had been powered up to accommodate the tricky repair work. Lights and monitors hummed over the berth that Jazz sat on.
Tools lightly clinked together as Ratchet methodically wipe them with a cloth before replacing them to their proper cases. He looked tired, but satisfied.
"Most of the damage I see looks old," he said. "Fatigued. Eroded parts, signs of corrosion, cracks. I take it wherever you've been since the Exodus could not provide you with routine maintenance?"
Ratchet looked back over his shoulder and raised a brow.
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"The Sahara Desert," said Ratchet.
He spoke flatly as he fitted the last faring between the armour of Jazz's back and shoulder. It slid into place and neatly autosealed, leaving a flexible joint behind. Ratchet absently tapped it to test the fitting. "We've had Autobot's crash land all across the planet in a variety of different and hostile terrains, and you somehow manage to find the largest, emptiest, and most arid one of them all. Why am I not surprised."
Despite the weary tone there was a touch of amusement in the old medic's optics as he stepped back to survey his handiwork. "At least you're in decent shape after the crash - relatively speaking. I've cleaned up or outright replaced the fouled or burnt out circuitry, and welded the cracks in your framework that I was able to find. That leaves just the knee and the shoulder left now in terms of larger repairs, but you should rest a bit to allow your auto-repair to finish the fine connections I've made first. We can tackle the rest later."
Ratchet lightly tapped Jazz's knee with the penlight he was holding before he turned back to his trolley of tools. The two Autobots were alone in the quiet medical bay, which had been powered up to accommodate the tricky repair work. Lights and monitors hummed over the berth that Jazz sat on.
Tools lightly clinked together as Ratchet methodically wipe them with a cloth before replacing them to their proper cases. He looked tired, but satisfied.
"Most of the damage I see looks old," he said. "Fatigued. Eroded parts, signs of corrosion, cracks. I take it wherever you've been since the Exodus could not provide you with routine maintenance?"
Ratchet looked back over his shoulder and raised a brow.