TEMPLE OF SCIENCE

[organ_pharming]

WHO: Pharma, Drift, Liege, anyone in Liege's temple that wants to poke Pharma.
WHERE: Pharma's lab or around the temple
WHEN: Now. Herp.
WHAT: Working on the cure, general shenanigans
WARNINGS: Medic snark?


Pharma instructed his acolyte to set the final vial in the test tube rack and sat back, staring at the mess that now occupied his desk. He hated a messy work station. The acolyte would just have to take care of that too. Speaking of the silent robed figure, it really needed a name... it was getting awkward just addressing it as 'acolyte'. The medic wondered briefly how it would react to being called 'First Aid'?

For now, he had nothing more to do until his test patient returned. Perhaps he'd go explore some more of the temple...

Comments

[automobile_enthusiast]

"What, the three of us here already aren't enough for you?" he asks. He's teasing, mostly because this Autobot seems to be taking it so seriously. He shakes his head dramatically. "Where I come from, three physicians for this many mechs is unheard of."

He's tempted to laugh, but reins in the urge, nodding along with a sympathetic moue on his face. "It sounds like your efforts aren't being, ah, well-received?"

[sword_redemption]

"So many of us are from different places, though. I imagine things must be different. Like this." Drift holds up his hand, watching a trail of rust slide up his arm. "I don't know if you have this in your world."

He hopes not.

Drift frowns. "I understand, though. I mean, without my hands, what good am I?" He sighs. "I just wish I could find something he'd really want."

[automobile_enthusiast]

Knock Out watches it too, his optics riveted to the liquid trail of rust. He shudders visibly. "We've had some nasty plagues in our time, but nothing that caused rust like that, I think."

Of course, he could have missed something like that-- he'd spent a lot of time out on the fringes of the warzones, after all, actively avoiding the worst of the atrocities. He suspects he's happier that way.

He can't help but chuckle softly. "Maybe you ought to wait until he's got some hands on his wrists again, hm? I can't imagine there's anything right now that he'd want more than that."

[sword_redemption]

"We had reason to believe it was a biological weapon." And he hopes his world is the only one with that problem. "It was certainly used as one."

That is wisdom, yes. "You're right. I just feel so...helpless. He's the only one from my world, and the only one who can heal this and...I just wish there was something I could do."

[automobile_enthusiast]

Knock Out scoffs, waving a hand. "Oh, of course. I can't imagine what else it would be. We had our fair share of those, of course-- the cybonic plague was the worst of them, although not quite so... messy~." Biological warfare? No big.

"He's the only one?" Now Knock Out cocked his head to the side, curious. "I met a mech who looked something like you, not long after I woke up. Airframe, a little more massive than me. Very similar color scheme to you, in fact. He seemed to know Pharma?"

[sword_redemption]

It's pretty big for Drift. He prefers the enemies that are big enough to be stabbed, thanks.

"If you have a lot of experience with them, maybe you could help with the cure." Because Autobots working with Decepticons on a cure? Would be a very, very big tick.

"Oh. Yeah. Wing." Look, it's complicated, okay? "Wing's not really from the world I know. I mean, he is, but he's not. He's, uh," Drift is really not explaining this well, "he's kind of dead where I'm from and he's missed a lot."

OH DRIFT YOU'RE SO PRECIOUS

[automobile_enthusiast]

"Mm, maybe. I'm really not much of a scientist--" No matter what Megatron seemed to think. "--but maybe I could be of some assistance." He shrugs.

And that stops Knock Out dead, his expression almost stricken for a moment-- at least until he's able to get it under control. He vents softly. "...I know exactly what you mean, I'm afraid."

He tries. So hard. ;-;

[sword_redemption]

"You have to be more useful than I am." Just about anything is, though.

Drift flinches at the reaction. Ooops. "I didn't mean to upset you. Just...a shock to see him here. Like part of me doesn't really believe it's real." Sure, that sounds less stupid, right?

[automobile_enthusiast]

That doesn't sound stupid at all. Knock Out just nods. "Mm, I know what you mean by that, too. I had a partner-- Well, and now I have him again. It seems like a miracle."

[sword_redemption]

Drift nods, pausing to swipe a hand under his chin. Sorry, little leak there. "Miracle. Yes. A second chance and honestly...I'm afraid of wasting it."

[automobile_enthusiast]

So gross, but Knock Out manages not to shudder this time, at least? "So don't," he says with a shrug. "I don't plan to waste mine. I know what I did wrong--" Which was let Breakdown go out to a fight without a cool head along to keep him in line. "--and it's not going to happen again. Doesn't your second chance deserve the same?"

[sword_redemption]

Drift's (unfortunately) gotten used to it. And he figures it's better than leaking on the other mech.

"I wish I had your confidence. I'm not even sure I deserve this." He hadn't deserved his first chance with Wing, really.

[automobile_enthusiast]

Knock Out shrugs. "It doesn't matter if you deserve it or not-- you have it. Why not make the best of the opportunity, hm?"

[sword_redemption]

...because that's entirely alien to his honor-bound way of thinking?

"There's...a lot of, uh, stuff between us that I don't know how to get past."

[automobile_enthusiast]

"Mm." Knock Out shrugs again. A fellow Autobot might have pressed for more details, but not Knock Out. He saves his sentimentality for himself and his partner. "I'm sure you'll figure it out," he says finally, and that's about as far as he's willing to go with it.

[sword_redemption]

Unbeknownst to Knock Out, Drift is a former fellow Decepticon.

...probably still wouldn't make the medic more sympathetic.

"I hope I do. Without anyone dying this time." Well, he's brought a puddle of emo, as well as rust, to this conversation. Time to lighten things up!

"So, uh. You don't live here. At Liege's." Because he can see your mark and it's not the one Pharma has.

[automobile_enthusiast]

Knock Out can sense that he's treading awful close to deep waters here-- and he's really not interested in plunging in. Sorry Drift, he's a doctor, not a therapist. (You're looking for someone a little more orange for that.)

So he's more than willing to jump on that change of subject. "No, I don't~. I'm with Solus." He touches the glyph on his arm lightly, but there's no sign of how unhappy he still is to be bearing an adornment against his will. "Her temple's southwest of here."

[sword_redemption]

Rung might appreciate a patient who doesn't have violence issues, this is true.

Drift looks up, getting his bearings. Southwest. Got it. You never know when that will be useful.

"What's Solus do?" Drift brushes his own glyph, the only thing about him NOT streaked with rust. Yay, cleanspot!

[automobile_enthusiast]

"She seems to be something of a smith," Knock Out says. "I've never seen so many forges in one place than at her temple." And he's only seem the Refugee-scaled ones that are open for those aligned with her to use; he knows there are more workshops, deeper, but they aren't open to him and the opportune moment to explore where he's not allowed hasn't come up yet.

[sword_redemption]

"Forges." Forges. Like the forged mechs of his world. That gets a fanboyish sort of 'so cool!' reaction.

But wait. "Sh-she?"

[automobile_enthusiast]

He nods. "That's right, 'she'."

[sword_redemption]

Drift gets (vaguely) the concept of 'she' when it comes to humans. He's seen them. Vaguely and from a distance.

But there's only one 'she' Cybertronian, and as far as he knows, she's, uh, how to put this delicately? A little insane.

"Are you sure you're safe there?" Suddenly those 'forges' seem kind of malign.

[automobile_enthusiast]

"Why wouldn't I be?" Knock Out asks, quizzical. Cybertronians identifying as 'she' are, of course, more common where he comes from-- if a bit prone to violence. Really, if anything, Solus seems a lot more even-tempered than the ferocious fighting Autobot Arcee or that vicious wretch Airachnid, something that Knock Out certainly appreciates.

[sword_redemption]

"Female?"

Does he have to explain more? Oh, he'll try.

"Female is a failed experiment of Jhiaxus." Come to think of it, a lot of Jhiaxus's experiments were pretty failtastic. "She's...," how to put this politely, because she is a fellow Autobot, "she's been fitted with a device to crush her spark chamber. For everyone's safety."

[automobile_enthusiast]

"...Well." This is clearly news to Knock Out. "I'm going to take a shot sensor-blind here and guess that things where you come from are a bit different than where I come from. For one thing, we have more than one 'she'. There's two on Earth alone."