Ep1 - A Ruler is a Measuring Tool - Closed
Jun 30, 2012 21:31:52 GMT -5
Post by shockwave on Jun 30, 2012 21:31:52 GMT -5
~~ The following takes place after 'Your New Lord' and 'Walking the Line' threads, in which Starscream announces his leadership to the Nemesis and Shockwave asks Knock Out for the lowdown about Dark Energon. ~~
Shockwave entered the hall just outside Medbay with mostly recovered chest plates and a newly realigned neck. He had passed on any cosmetic procedures, preferring to keep his dings and scratches until he himself could buff them out.
Reflecting a moment on his choice to forego any cosmetic repairs the good doctor may have suggested, he paused as he reviewed a back log of updates about the ship's condition and, most importantly, the state of his lab after the explosion.
He preferred to buff out dings, scrapes, and scratches on his frame himself, doing most of his repairs and tune ups on his own or with mechanical help. He understood it was illogical to avoid others, especially medics, when it came to his personal sphere, but it was a behavior he had not been able to purge for stellar cycles. Not only did the average medic's skills not always live up to his perfectionist standards, too much hands-on work made the violet officer...'waspish,' as he had been told. Knock Out was good; his attitude aside, he was nearly as perfectionist as the scientist, and if Megatron let him do his tune ups, then Shockwave should not have a problem. But he did, and his attempts to understand and fix this hiccup in his programming were made in vain. He supposed it must be a part of his 'personality,' such as it was.
Finished with his review, he was satisfied that his labs had not been to badly damaged. Still smoking, caught somehow in a blast from somewhere else in the ship, yes, but otherwise untouched. Repairs would be swift.
Sending ahead orders to a couple maintenance drones to begin clean up, he made his way down the hall, his steps precise and unhurried as his thoughts turned once more inward.
Shockwave entered the hall just outside Medbay with mostly recovered chest plates and a newly realigned neck. He had passed on any cosmetic procedures, preferring to keep his dings and scratches until he himself could buff them out.
Reflecting a moment on his choice to forego any cosmetic repairs the good doctor may have suggested, he paused as he reviewed a back log of updates about the ship's condition and, most importantly, the state of his lab after the explosion.
He preferred to buff out dings, scrapes, and scratches on his frame himself, doing most of his repairs and tune ups on his own or with mechanical help. He understood it was illogical to avoid others, especially medics, when it came to his personal sphere, but it was a behavior he had not been able to purge for stellar cycles. Not only did the average medic's skills not always live up to his perfectionist standards, too much hands-on work made the violet officer...'waspish,' as he had been told. Knock Out was good; his attitude aside, he was nearly as perfectionist as the scientist, and if Megatron let him do his tune ups, then Shockwave should not have a problem. But he did, and his attempts to understand and fix this hiccup in his programming were made in vain. He supposed it must be a part of his 'personality,' such as it was.
Finished with his review, he was satisfied that his labs had not been to badly damaged. Still smoking, caught somehow in a blast from somewhere else in the ship, yes, but otherwise untouched. Repairs would be swift.
Sending ahead orders to a couple maintenance drones to begin clean up, he made his way down the hall, his steps precise and unhurried as his thoughts turned once more inward.
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