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Meet the Medic [Open Log]

Who: The city's medic and mechanic...and all those who want their injuries tended.
What: The city medic doing what he can for all the new arrivals who've just been through an explosion.
Where: Hospital, located in the Northwest of the city
When: Shortly after arrival. Galos will bring everyone to the city, and show the injured to the hospital. The good medic here will care for any who come in. Don't worry, he can care for Cybertronians too.
Warnings: Only what your characters bring with them.

The hospital is quite large, located in the midst of various houses and apartments. One side is clearly designed for the organic residence, with nice sliding doors opening into a foyer and waiting area. Halls stretch off to the right to various exam rooms where the resident doctor and his apprentices can check on the sick. Down another hall are hospital rooms for those who require an extended stay.

The other side is designed for the robotic residents. The front part is a large garage, which leads to a waiting area. Past that are repair bays with with tables, each repair bay is stocked with tools. The mechanic teams range from human to Cybertronian.

Whether organic or robotic, all those who come to the hospital will see the Paian, the head medic and mechanic.

Paian looked to be nothing more than a normal human plucked out of some Victorian era, steampunk world. Large green goggled hung around his neck and large leather gloves were tucked behind a wide belt. There's nothing really fancy about his dress, he's dressed to work. He's a big guy, and a no-nonsense doctor. Those who come to see him may not his worried frown as he ushers them back to get settled where he can start to work to take care of those injuries.

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[Jadewing frowned, both at the necessity of this trip, and the fact that he was leaving a trail of dripping water in his wake. Away from the influence of its creator, the ice-brace on his damaged wing was gradually melting. Not that he was worried about the water; Cybertronians were largely immune to such mundane forms of rusting, and he hadn't shorted any circuits that he was aware of. But well... it was frankly kind of embarrassing.

He glanced around, looking for the medic, but spotted only a human. Well, he might know where the Cybertronian medic was anyway. Jadewing dripped his way over to the human.]

Where can I find a Cybertronian medic?

I'm the head medic here. I can help you.

[The human waved Jadewing to come in and motioned to one of the repair bays.] Go lie down...looks like I need to find something to melt that ice.

[Jadewing's frown deepened a bit at the knowledge that the human was the head medic. Ugh, did that mean he'd have to let this organic get his squishy little hands all over him? He knew there'd be a catch.

Still, there wasn't anything for it. And if millions of years of war had taught him one thing it was to stay in the local medic's good record as much as possible.

So he simply nodded and headed for the nearest medberth with a minimum of grumbling. He did feel the need to explain the unorthodox patch job, though as he sat down on it.]

Human I woke up with has ice powers. Had to brace the wing somehow til I could get it repaired, and options were kind of limited.

[With that, he shifted to lay down on his front, moving gingerly and trying not to show it when certain motions caused the damage to his left side to twinge painfully.]

[The medical berth is padded, so it should be comfortable enough for Jadewing to settled face-down and not risk stressing his canopy.]

Mn. They did a good thing for you, it's kept the damage from getting worse. [He got a hose and climbed a scaffolding and turned it on. The stream is just a gentle flow of warm water. It'll take a little while, but it shouldn't cause any more pain. He'll stop before the ice is completely melted through, not wanting to spray water directly into the raw relays.]

[Jadewing is grateful for the padding. Decepticon medberths were never quite this comfortable. Of course the Decepticon medics were seldom too concerned with a patient's comfort, as long as they were functional. Plus, they had the general idea that if a mech had to suffer a bit as a consequence of fragging up and getting themselves hurt, they were less likely to repeat the same mistake in the future.

Annoying as it was, it was generally a pretty effective method.]

That was the general idea, yes.

[Might be a little sarcasm there. He knows what a brace is for, OK? Nothing personal though. He'll be less cranky when his wing is fixed.

Meanwhile, the warm water is doing its job, the brace melting away more quickly. Aside from the occasional sharp snap as bits of ice crack and break away. It's not too long before the majority of the brace is melted, except for the bit right around the wing joint, where the ice was thickest.]

[When the ice is thin enough he'll put the hose aside. and move the scaffolding out over Jadewing. Hey....at least he's not walking on you, Seeker. He lies down and will get to work chipping away the last of the ice.]

I'm afraid repairs aren't going to be entirely...complete. Something is...preventing healing and repairs to happen as they should. I will do my best to get things well enough for you to fly, okay?

[Jadewing appreciates the not walking on him thing. Even a low-ranked Seeker like him has some dignity after all, and that's already been ruffled enough today by the rather ridiculous circumstances behind the injury.

He doesn't bother to attempt to look over he shoulder at the human's statement about the potential quality of his repairs. That's difficult for a Seeker even at the best of times; injured as he currently is next to impossible. The tone of his reply indicates the the medic has his attention, though.]

I don't care about the cosmetic damage. Just as long as everything's functional. Besides, you know what they say: if somebody didn't get a few new dents out of it, obviously nobody had any fun.

[It never occurred to him that the human might not know that saying. Decepticons tended to apply it to most everything, from fighting, to parties, to interfacing. Jadewing wasn't finding it as amusing as he usually did, but it did get a soft 'heh' out of him at least.]

How could anything prevent repairs from happening, though? I mean, short of blocking the way into the repair bay, or something.

[It's not just the cosmetic he's talking about. He'll not say anything more about that, though, as he touches fingers to the Seeker's wing.]

Decepticon? [No judgement. Just guessing, and perhaps trying to get Jadewing to talk to distract him from the odd sensations.]

[And...they'll be odd. Warmth will seep into his armor, almost kind of tingling as it pulses into the Seeker's back. He'll feel his wing shift and move on it's own as it puts itself back into place. The connections restore themselves...and yet...when the sensations stop things aren't all well.]

That's all that can be done. [He says finally. He sounds...frustrated.] Any further attempts to finish the repairs will only make things worse again. [Prodding tools and welders would only damage connections that were not fully healed.]

[The question of his allegiance prompts a brief, soft rumble of engine noise, half annoyed, half amused.]

Yeah. You'd think that the big, glaring, purple symbols would make it obvious, but apparently not. You wouldn't believe how many secure facilities Soundwave's gotten into by just turning into a tape deck, waiting somewhere obvious, and then letting some human carry him inside. You'd think they'd catch on after awhile...

[Jadewing wasn't about to comment on his thoughts of what that said about the general intelligence level of humans; not when one was busy working on him.

And speaking of which, his optics widened a bit at the strange sensations. Not that they were unpleasant- quite the opposite in fact; the warmth especially felt good after the cold ice- but it was ...weird. And totally not what he was expecting. How was the human even doing that?

But before he could voice that question, the sensations stopped, the warmth fading and the tingling giving way to the stiffness that usually accompanied recently repaired wing injuries. The human declared it as done as it was going to get and Jadewing frowned thoughtfully.]

Hmm... [He gingerly shifted his repaired wing as well as he could while still laying prone, testing the feel of the repairs as he waited for the human to move the scaffold back so he could sit up, which would be the real test. But the range of motion test produced only a few twinges, a far cry from what he had been dealing with previously; just having the wing lined up properly again took care of the wort of the issues. Jadewing wasn't sure he'd trust it for flying or transforming on though. Frag.]

It'll do. Just glad to be able to move with out feeling like someone was taking a thermal sword to my left side.

[pause]

What did you do back there? [Muchlike the medic, there was no accusation in Jadewing's question, just curiosity.] I mean, I was expecting repairs, with tools and slag, not... whatever that was.

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Mn. One would think. Sounds like the people from the Earth you ended up on were pretty stupid. [Go ahead, Jadewing, rag on the humans, this one doesn't care.]

[He got the scaffolding out of the way so Jadewing could sit up, and was stepping down from it when the Seeker asked about what he'd done.] I healed you. I've got the ability to heal with a touch. But...something's wrong here, and it's not working as it should.

I intend to get to the bottom of things, though, and when I do, I'll make sure you're fully repaired.

A lot of the time yeah. Can't count the number of things we probably wouldn't have gotten away with if they weren't such dumbafts. Course, the minute you start thinking they're all like that is the minute it's gonna come back to bite you in the aft hard, so who knows? Maybe the fraggers are just messing with us...

[Scaffolding out of the way, Jadewing sat up, again causing only a few twinges to the recently repaired wing. He might even be able fly on it if he had to, but only in robot mode. He didn't think he'd be trying just yet though.]

Useful trick to have, even if it's not working at full capacity. And this'd hardly be the first time I've had do with just field repairs for awhile. I'll live.

So... what do you want in return? And also do you have a washrack around here? If I can't be fully repaired, I can at least be clean.

[It'd be more useful if it worked right. But he'll just grunt softly.]

[And then he's shaking his head.] Nothing. You don't owe me anything.

As for a washrack, you can check for an empty house or apartment around here, or head to one of the spas. One is in the Northwest, nice hot springs there, the other in the Southwest.

[At the grunt, Jadewing decides not to comment further on the medic's unusual abilities. He does frown thoughtfully, though, at the insistence that he doesn't owe anything.]

That's what Garos said. I'm still not buying it though. No offense, but in my experience, you don't get something for nothing.

And since you're apparently telling me that I can just walk in and claim a residence too, it's pushing this whole thing right into 'too good to be true' territory. And you know what they say about things like that.

[At least back in Haven, there had been semi-clear expectations attached to their room and board. Defend the city and the planet. Serve your First Forged. Here? All this generosity felt suspicious. There had to be a catch somewhere.

Currently, though, Jadewing glanced around at the water all over the med bay floor.]

Should probly at least find something to clean this up before I go. Don't think you want a huge puddle all over your med by floor.

[Ah yes, the too good to be true. He was familiar with that.]

I would't say too good. The city is constantly surrounded by chaos energy, which often bubbles up from the core and deposits all sorts of things here, from people, to things, to trouble.

We don't have a monitary system in place so there's to paying for anything. There are more homes tham there are people to live in them, so there's no problem with you claiming a place.

I encourage you to find work, makes the days go by faster when you have something to do.

[He looks at the puddle...and nods] I was going ro have an allrentice clean up, but if it would make you feel better to do it yourself I'll shiw you where a mop is.

[After a moment, Jadewing nods a bit, accepting that. The suspicion doesn't quite leave, though. His standard for things being 'good' is unfortunately set rather low, so this still feels strange to him.]

Out of curiosity, does anybody know how all this happened? The chaos energy, I mean. Any idea where it's coming from?

And hmph... not sure what work I could do that'd be actually useful. Comes right down to it, if it doesn't involve shooting things or mild to moderate maintenance work, I don't have that many marketable skills.

[It was the same problem he'd had before; the freedom to do whatever he wanted, but no idea what that even was.

For now though, he just nodded.]

Yeah. If nothing else, I can clean up the mess I made. Besides, even if you don't want anything, I don't like feeling like I owe people.

Afraid not. The Miasma covered everything when we arrived. It was a fight to get it back from the city enough to be safe for people to live. That was about five hundred years ago now.

[He waves a dismissive hand.] There's always work that needs to be done around here, if you're interested in volunteering.

[And he nods to the last.] I understand. You do what you feel you need to.

Hmph... figures. Should've known it wouldn't be that easy.

Didn't think humans lived that long though.

[Tiny, squishy things that they are.

Carefully, he slid off the medberth and back onto his feet.]

Alright. May as well get to it. Where's that mop?

[He gives Jadewing a wry grin.] Normal humans don't. Perk of being a Guardian.

[He nods and motions for Jadewing to follow him. He'll head to another room stocked with Cybertronian sized cleaning supplies.]

[Jadewing makes a mildly interested noise.]

How does being made a Guardian work, exactly? Galos said that he was made one, so I'm guess you were too. Did you just wake up one morning with your abilities, or was there some kind of selection process involved?

[Jadewing doesn't have any plans to try and become one himself, if that's even possible. He's just interested in finding out as much as he can about what went on in the apparent centuries-long gap between his last memories of Haven under the Firstforged and their arrival in this city. Someone has to know something after all, and these 'Guardians' seem like the best bet, currently.

Meanwhile, he follows Paian to the supply room and select an appropriate mop and bucket. They could talk while he worked.]

It was a selection process, but it was done before I came to Cybertron. I have gained a few more abilities since arriving here though.

Someone is considered a Guardian when they reach a certain level of power.

Hmm...

[Heads back out with the mop and bucket to tackle the big puddle around the med berth.]

Wonder who did the selecting? The last time I was on a Cybertron like this, a group of mechs called the Firstfrged were in charge. Huge mechs, basically demigods, and none too fond of giving straight answers; you guys are already a significant improvement in that department.

[Whatever issues he had with trusting them, these Guardians had already proved much more willing to answer questions and also to just be around than the Firstforged had ever been. Though only time would tell if that remained true.]

Galos didn't seem to know anything about them though, other than the fact that there were some ruins outside the city.

One who was like a demi-god back home.

Hn, your First Forged sound like the ones who made me a Guardian. [He rolls his eyes and....pulls a deep breath.] Not all are so readily available, but I am.

[He nods.] Can't say the term is familiar to me, though if they were here I guess the ruins may be what's left of their mark on the planet. They're huge structures, or would be if they still stood. And I mean, huge even to someone like you.

Hmph... hopefully yours was a little more reliable than the Forged were...

[Is that a note of bitterness there? Why yes it is.]

Good to know you're around though at least. Medics are always good to have around.

[Jadewing nods thoughtfully as he mops, the process a little slower than it might normally be due to the stiffness of his recently repaired injuries.]

Hmmm... Sounds about right. Most of them were at least twice my size, and their temples were made to match.

Hnm...hard to make a comparison for sure, but they don't sound all that different. I think it's the nature of people who have always had power to distance themselves from those without.

I've tried my best not to let it go to my head. I started out a normal human, I don't want to start thinking "normal" people aren't as important or something.

[He leans against the wall, arms crossed, enjoying the...break to just chat.]

[He nods.] You'll have to let me know what you find out. If you decide to explore any of them anyway. Just...don't go alone, they're not exactly safe places.

[Jadewing's expression turns thoughtful for a moment. He was reminded of the Seeker tendency to not associate with anyone who couldn't fly, or at least, anyone with a ground-bound alternate mode. Reactions to non-fliers ranged from mild condescension, to general disregard, to outright disdain.

Or maybe it wasn't quite the same thing. Regardless, he was familiar with the concept.]

Hmph... Distance is one thing. Disappearing into the wilderness for months at a time and not giving those they were theoretically in charge of any idea when or if they'd be back is another. And the only reason they did eventually turn up was that the whole damn planet was about to get fragged.

[Clearly, their lack of presence was rather irksome to Jadewing. He'd never even seen one until the very end when the whole planet was in danger of being devoured by Unicron. Oddly that thought made him briefly notice the small, warm weight of the talisman Solus and Nexus had given him, tucked securely away in a small storage compartment in his cockpit, which in turn made him feel slightly guilty. But only slightly.]

And you're already doing better than a good chunk of those in my universe would then. You'd be surprised how many people really can't handle power. Even relatively benign power, like yours.

[Like, say, most Decepticons, probably including Jadewing himself. He chuckles slightly, though, at the warning not to go exploring alone.]

Not to worry. I've already had someone... very politely insist that he come with me. And we'll probly see if anybody else wants to come before we actually head out.

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I will let you decide if Jade is able to fly. If he can, it'll hurt.

I'm gonna say yeah, but only in robot mode. He doesn't trust that repair to hold up to transforming.

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