[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]From the Wreckage [Closed]
Nov 23, 2018 23:46:17 GMT -5
Post by Soundwave on Nov 23, 2018 23:46:17 GMT -5
And here came the words.
It was good that Knock Out was here. Not only did he have a high level of skill to his name and would be able to assist and actually work towards a cure once he shed of the realization and shock that he was infected, he was someone who could get chatty to appropriately tackle much of what Sparkplug was saying. It gave the femme someone to actively bounce ideas against who wouldn’t just be responding out of a guess on theory and what sounded logically plausible.
As much as Soundwave knew, and how adaptable as he could be, much of this on a medical level was beyond him. He could do emergency patchwork and first aid, which many if not most of their kind were capable of since it was a wartime environment, but task him to go into the specific coding of organs and the components that aid them, and it wasn't really his strong suit at all. That said, put down the facts as a numbers game and what she was saying sounded as if it could work out well, even if it would cripple a Cybertronian's repair system in the process.
The only flaw Soundwave could foresee right away is if someone got a small internal tear or leak while this war was waging in their lines, then it could mean that they would gradually bleed out. Add on the fact that if this tear was in a particularly obnoxious part of their body... well, repairs would be rather annoying and could be highly invasive. That was the big boon about repair Nanites, and it saved a lot of the most mundane issues from ever needing to be thrown into a medic's hands.
Whatever the case, this proposal sounded like it was worth looking into, but before much could be done regarding it, Knock Out spoke, and the first confused sound that dropped out instantly rubbed Soundwave the wrong way. This was a huge crisis situation, they brought in outside help, help that was proposing an idea, and the first thing Knock Out did was imply she would have to repeat her lengthy and overall excessive ramble of a proposition with a confused 'huh'? This caused Soundwave's visor to sharply cut into the medic's direction, ire surging through his lines like fire.
That 'huh'... it was so unexpected given the situation, that he didn't really have a chance to even slightly grab onto the stabilizing link of Ravage, and try to wrestle down any immediate hostilities surged from the disease. This lack of control made the normally inanimate relay spines that jutted out on either side of the folded satellite dish on his back, splayed a small amount, and a near invisible shudder raked along his frame. Thankfully, he could control himself, he knew what was happening now, and he KNEW it was illogical. This paired well with the fact the red medic swiftly jumped to task and didn’t require the femme to speak and re hash her entire overly long proposition, so the moment passed quickly.
Gradually, Soundwave's helm turned back to Sparkplug, starting to weigh the ability to even fetch said supplies. Their little... friend... who was sent back had been rather quiet, so it was far overdue for a checkup. Strangling his irritation, Soundwave turned back to the computer terminal, where he started to compile and send a request for status to the lone trooper on the ship. He didn’t really give either of them a proper response, simply setting himself to task to get his mind focused on a particular goal. While he did this, some small beads of blue dappled along the bottom edge of the visor's seam in glowing specks.
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A beep, a small notice of completion... The remaining Vehicon in the room looked over intently and nervously when the diagnostic machine finished reading his sample. As with before, it gave a good readout of the trooper's system, and what sorts of things were running through it. Really though, nothing stood out. No medications, no high grade remnants, no other cures or pain killers... but most of all it appeared to be lacking any of the chemicals that the other three Cybertronian's systems had.
He was not infected.
It was good that Knock Out was here. Not only did he have a high level of skill to his name and would be able to assist and actually work towards a cure once he shed of the realization and shock that he was infected, he was someone who could get chatty to appropriately tackle much of what Sparkplug was saying. It gave the femme someone to actively bounce ideas against who wouldn’t just be responding out of a guess on theory and what sounded logically plausible.
As much as Soundwave knew, and how adaptable as he could be, much of this on a medical level was beyond him. He could do emergency patchwork and first aid, which many if not most of their kind were capable of since it was a wartime environment, but task him to go into the specific coding of organs and the components that aid them, and it wasn't really his strong suit at all. That said, put down the facts as a numbers game and what she was saying sounded as if it could work out well, even if it would cripple a Cybertronian's repair system in the process.
The only flaw Soundwave could foresee right away is if someone got a small internal tear or leak while this war was waging in their lines, then it could mean that they would gradually bleed out. Add on the fact that if this tear was in a particularly obnoxious part of their body... well, repairs would be rather annoying and could be highly invasive. That was the big boon about repair Nanites, and it saved a lot of the most mundane issues from ever needing to be thrown into a medic's hands.
Whatever the case, this proposal sounded like it was worth looking into, but before much could be done regarding it, Knock Out spoke, and the first confused sound that dropped out instantly rubbed Soundwave the wrong way. This was a huge crisis situation, they brought in outside help, help that was proposing an idea, and the first thing Knock Out did was imply she would have to repeat her lengthy and overall excessive ramble of a proposition with a confused 'huh'? This caused Soundwave's visor to sharply cut into the medic's direction, ire surging through his lines like fire.
That 'huh'... it was so unexpected given the situation, that he didn't really have a chance to even slightly grab onto the stabilizing link of Ravage, and try to wrestle down any immediate hostilities surged from the disease. This lack of control made the normally inanimate relay spines that jutted out on either side of the folded satellite dish on his back, splayed a small amount, and a near invisible shudder raked along his frame. Thankfully, he could control himself, he knew what was happening now, and he KNEW it was illogical. This paired well with the fact the red medic swiftly jumped to task and didn’t require the femme to speak and re hash her entire overly long proposition, so the moment passed quickly.
Gradually, Soundwave's helm turned back to Sparkplug, starting to weigh the ability to even fetch said supplies. Their little... friend... who was sent back had been rather quiet, so it was far overdue for a checkup. Strangling his irritation, Soundwave turned back to the computer terminal, where he started to compile and send a request for status to the lone trooper on the ship. He didn’t really give either of them a proper response, simply setting himself to task to get his mind focused on a particular goal. While he did this, some small beads of blue dappled along the bottom edge of the visor's seam in glowing specks.
---
A beep, a small notice of completion... The remaining Vehicon in the room looked over intently and nervously when the diagnostic machine finished reading his sample. As with before, it gave a good readout of the trooper's system, and what sorts of things were running through it. Really though, nothing stood out. No medications, no high grade remnants, no other cures or pain killers... but most of all it appeared to be lacking any of the chemicals that the other three Cybertronian's systems had.
He was not infected.