[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Alone and Afraid [Patch]
Apr 9, 2020 20:39:30 GMT -5
Post by Patch on Apr 9, 2020 20:39:30 GMT -5
Patch released Neon once it seemed he was good on his own. Listening and nodding as he went over his side of the plan. Watching those blades of his in action- and damn, were those things somethin' else. The young medic made a mental note, once this was all over to ask Neon where he got em. The mech's drawing skills weren't half-bad, either. If the whole brainiac thing had fallen through back home, this mech could have been a scribe.
Once the scientist had finished, however, a bit more alarm had apparently found its way into Patch’s demeanor. “WHOA, whoa whoa. Slow down there Skippy.” She started, putting a servo up in front of her. Voice still hushed, though very serious. “I do not wanna engage this mech unless we have absolutely no other option.”
“I’m a close-range combatant, and I hear he used to fight in the Pits. Do you understand what that means? He will not stop trashing until he’s good and dead- and I mean I’m just goin’ out on a limb here, but I’m gonna guess he’s pretty fragging good at avoiding that outcome.”
“I may be experienced, but I’m not that good. Not without, I don’t know, three other people to hold him still. Either That or he’d need to be-.” The young femme stopped short. Then she thought for a second, young helm turned down, as her servo began to rise and flap faster and faster in neon’s direction. “Waaait…”
With a newfound determination, the young femme knelt, unhooked her medical pack, brought it in front of her and curled her frame over to dig around inside. Once it seemed she’d found what she was looking for, Patch grasped the two little objects, put one in her subspace -in the event the first was somehow taken from her- and pinched the remaining goober up in front of her to show Neon.
Between her four-digit and her thumb, Patch held a small, silver syrette- a vessel not unlike a cybertronian size bottle of super glue. There was red and white paint on the front, and tiny cybertronian glyphs. On the top -instead of a twist cap- there was a long, thin needle, topped with a translucent cover. “THIS is our ticket outta here.” She said with a wicked smile. “I’m gonna need you to distract him.” She said, starting to nod. Sobering herself at the idea. “If I can actually stick him with it -even if I can’t beat him- our retreat’s gonna be a hell of a lot easier.”
“I might need your help getting away though, once I’m done. How are you with those things?” The young femme looked Neon quickly up and down, then eyed those beautiful blades once more.
Once the scientist had finished, however, a bit more alarm had apparently found its way into Patch’s demeanor. “WHOA, whoa whoa. Slow down there Skippy.” She started, putting a servo up in front of her. Voice still hushed, though very serious. “I do not wanna engage this mech unless we have absolutely no other option.”
“I’m a close-range combatant, and I hear he used to fight in the Pits. Do you understand what that means? He will not stop trashing until he’s good and dead- and I mean I’m just goin’ out on a limb here, but I’m gonna guess he’s pretty fragging good at avoiding that outcome.”
“I may be experienced, but I’m not that good. Not without, I don’t know, three other people to hold him still. Either That or he’d need to be-.” The young femme stopped short. Then she thought for a second, young helm turned down, as her servo began to rise and flap faster and faster in neon’s direction. “Waaait…”
With a newfound determination, the young femme knelt, unhooked her medical pack, brought it in front of her and curled her frame over to dig around inside. Once it seemed she’d found what she was looking for, Patch grasped the two little objects, put one in her subspace -in the event the first was somehow taken from her- and pinched the remaining goober up in front of her to show Neon.
Between her four-digit and her thumb, Patch held a small, silver syrette- a vessel not unlike a cybertronian size bottle of super glue. There was red and white paint on the front, and tiny cybertronian glyphs. On the top -instead of a twist cap- there was a long, thin needle, topped with a translucent cover. “THIS is our ticket outta here.” She said with a wicked smile. “I’m gonna need you to distract him.” She said, starting to nod. Sobering herself at the idea. “If I can actually stick him with it -even if I can’t beat him- our retreat’s gonna be a hell of a lot easier.”
“I might need your help getting away though, once I’m done. How are you with those things?” The young femme looked Neon quickly up and down, then eyed those beautiful blades once more.