[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Outsourcing [Pipette]
Sept 19, 2020 1:09:25 GMT -5
Post by Flatline on Sept 19, 2020 1:09:25 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 2 | Day 1
Trying to get salvage from the Nemesis' Medical Bay was... an interestingly awful process. The medical waste chute had been turned upside down in the flip of the great Warship, and it had caused a flood of less than pleasant materials, both from simple mesh patches or other one-use supplies, over to noxious chemical runoff, drained oils, and other components that were a bit more on the... horrible... side of the coin. A lot of the machinery had been flooded with this slop and saltwater, the simple easy to clean tools such as wrenches and blades first to be scavenged and taken in.
Larger things took time to cut free from their mountings.
The latest grab from the horrible abyss was a computer system for diagnosing issues with more accuracy and speed than a hand scanner. Vehicons had sliced it roughly off the wall to try to get it out in one piece, some mounting brackets mangled and rough cut from tools. There were a few nylon straps and bands clutched around it in variable points, giving viable handholds for transport as well as holding the mobile parts stationary. While not particularly LARGE, it was something Flatline himself wouldn't really be able to move on his own due to its weight and awkward distribution of mass. There was also the fact he had an aching leg that required a cane... but all of that didn't matter as it was deposited upon the Medical Slab.
What mattered was the 'damage'.
The tool wasn’t banged up or dented due to the fact it had been solidly mounted. No heavy burrs or scrapes, no slammed impact to crush the internals. This was good. Flatline could replace frayed wires or try to re-solder things in place, but he was no mechanic, and replacing engineering parts was outside his realm of comfort. He could always TRY to parrot something he saw... but without the real blueprints or skill it was a total crapshoot if it would ever work or even turn on. What was wrong however with the device was a horrible splatter of ridged material that streaked across part of its exterior and had seeped within.
It appeared to be a resin of some kind, or a filler used to smooth over dents that didn't really want to budge. It was rock hard and rather stubborn. If it was just an aesthetic issue that'd be one thing. Nobody cared about that here so long as it worked... yet even just at a glance from the exterior it was apparent it had gotten inside due to some dapples and solidified drips that were coming out from other seams from the inside.
Supposedly someone was going to be sent to try to help corrode this material, yet Flatline had his doubts. In his eyes the advanced diagnostic machine was a lost cause. Whatever the case, the black and red medic turned assistant was standing before the tool, slender fingers wrapped around a grinder that snarled and screeched loudly in the stone room with angry reverberation. He was breaking down and sanding off the larger patches, trying to skim the material as close as reasonable to the metals so there was less to contend with.
Flatline wasn't looking at the door, focused on his work as tan powder dusted over the immediate area. While this could be seen as dangerous, the material of 'unknown origin' that could be sucked into vents or who knows what else, Flatline had it narrowed down to a few different types of resins common in the Medical Bay. They were an inert, though particularly stubborn, material that any standard air filter should easily handle. Easy to clean after the fact.