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

mmm molasses

[automobile_enthusiast]

"I don't know what to think," Knock Out admits with a shrug. "All I know is what they've told us, and I don't intend to blindly believe that until I've turned up some corroborating evidence."

....now I want molasses cookies

[sword_redemption]

"But..." But Vector stopped the Red Rust from advancing. Without that intervention, Drift would be dead.

"But they have powers, at least. Things I've never seen in my world." He's not sure what to make of that, but it's some kind of evidence.

Of something.

I don't think I've ever had those but they sound good.

[automobile_enthusiast]

"What, no Unicron in your world?" Knock Out hasn't seen all of direct evidence of Unicron's powers himself, but he's seen enough-- like how the dark stuff effects anyone it's exposed to. And he's read the reports on how Unicron was able to manifest avatars of himself out of the living rock.

The tricks and abilities of these Firstforged don't necessarily surprise him.

They are good! Some are sort of like ginger snaps

[sword_redemption]

"Unicron?" What even is that. "What's a unicron?"

Oh man those DO sound good!

[automobile_enthusiast]

"...Well, that answers that question." Knock Out considers for a moment how best to put this. "He's one of those, y'know--" He waggles his fingers through the air. "--unspeakable-patron-of-chaos-and-violence types. The one at the center of the earth, to be precise."

I have a recipe if you want it.

[sword_redemption]

"Oh. We had one of those." Don't make him say his name, please don't. It's too stupid. "Except more like the center of his whole dimension and he wanted to get into ours."

Or something.

Yes please!

[automobile_enthusiast]

"Sounds like something of a different situation, but the basic concept is the same." He frowns thoughtfully. "We had Firstforged on our Cybertron too-- or so all the old stories say. The first children of Primus and whatnot. Everyone says they helped him defeat Unicron, but that doesn't mean I'm going to throw my lot in with these without a little bit of reservation."

[sword_redemption]

"What happened to them afterwards?" He's trying to see parallels. Because Cybertron is Cybertron, right?

"The stories say our planet was settled by the Knights of Cybertron," a beatific pause, "and then they moved on to spread peace and enlightenment throughout the galaxy."