kismet_loop_logs | 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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[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.

[His comment about doing better makes Paian smile.] Thank you, that means a lot to me. [He tries, he really does.]

[He nods approvingly.] Look out for each other. If something happens, I...can only do so much right now. [And that makes him frown.]

[Jadewing isn't quite sure how to respond to genuine appreciation of his comment, so he just opts not to respond. The caution, however, makes him smirk slightly.]

Both he and I are tough mechs. I'm sure we'll be able to handle ourselves.

[He nods] So long as you look out for each other. We don't need more people injured...or lost.

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