Ep 1.-Another Day's Work-Open
Dec 18, 2012 13:31:13 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2012 13:31:13 GMT -5
The medic had a tight encrypted comm line open before the Aerialbot had finished speaking, relaying the words to Blaster in a short, sharp burst followed by clipped glyphs of his own. ::Does it check out?::
The comm specialist was a few kliks responding. ::Granted we don't hear much from Command out here in the aft end of nowhere but... yeah, checks out as much as I can trace back. Hot shot was on guard duty for a bunch of the poor pissers who get sent to try to negotiate us clear passage around systems who think we're the coming of the apocalypse and places the Galactic Council keeps their busybodies in.:: Blaster's glyphs conveyed amusement. ::Gettin' paranoid in your old age, Doc'?::
::Don't call me that,:: Ratchet snapped back on automatic, ::and get YOUR aft up here as officer on duty and see how YOU feel about clearing an unknown with too many discrepancies. I think a little paranoia is warranted.::
Out loud, he exvented a slow cycle and let his systems stand down. "Alright," he said at last. "It checks out, and we'll go with that for now. I am," he added sharply, before Air Raid could perk up again, "flagging it in your medical record as a potential hazard. If anything seems off - if there's any more memory lapses, any damage, pain, aches, cascade surges, any interference with other systems, even if it doesn't seem related, if, Primus forbid, you find yourself doing anything that seems uncharacteristic in any way, burning off more fuel than you should, anything out of the ordinary - I want you right back here, stat. No excuses, no blowing it off, no taking chances. Things like that can be damaging before you know it. Understand?"
The comm specialist was a few kliks responding. ::Granted we don't hear much from Command out here in the aft end of nowhere but... yeah, checks out as much as I can trace back. Hot shot was on guard duty for a bunch of the poor pissers who get sent to try to negotiate us clear passage around systems who think we're the coming of the apocalypse and places the Galactic Council keeps their busybodies in.:: Blaster's glyphs conveyed amusement. ::Gettin' paranoid in your old age, Doc'?::
::Don't call me that,:: Ratchet snapped back on automatic, ::and get YOUR aft up here as officer on duty and see how YOU feel about clearing an unknown with too many discrepancies. I think a little paranoia is warranted.::
Out loud, he exvented a slow cycle and let his systems stand down. "Alright," he said at last. "It checks out, and we'll go with that for now. I am," he added sharply, before Air Raid could perk up again, "flagging it in your medical record as a potential hazard. If anything seems off - if there's any more memory lapses, any damage, pain, aches, cascade surges, any interference with other systems, even if it doesn't seem related, if, Primus forbid, you find yourself doing anything that seems uncharacteristic in any way, burning off more fuel than you should, anything out of the ordinary - I want you right back here, stat. No excuses, no blowing it off, no taking chances. Things like that can be damaging before you know it. Understand?"