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[Open -- Communal] Science! Slumber! Party!
Who: Liege Maximo and ALL THE PEOPLE
What: Following the 'Second Wave,' Liege has collected a number of living (and dead) Monster samples to be studied. He has sent out the call: all scientists/medics or otherwise capable persons are welcome to attend his laboratory conference to look over the critters and find out what can be found!
When: Now-ish. Liege took a bit to set this up, so all new and old characters can come!
Where: Liege's Temple
Notes:
Bring any characters you want, scientists or not! Anyone who comes (IE posts or threads below) will get some samples of Sharkticons or other monster types to work with, and they will also receive a special LABORATORY KIT from an Acolyte, which features a few simple tools sized to your character so they can do their own experiments in the future!
Your character is welcome to learn the following:
-Monsters have superior strength/stamina to their non-lambda counterparts. (IE a Monster Sharkticon would be more brutal, spikier, and nastier than a standard Sharkticon.)
-Beyond the increased attributes there is no physical difference to their makeup. (IE a Sharkticon is still a Sharkticon, a dragon is still a dragon, DNA, scales, and all.)
-Particularly perceptive individuals may notice a trace of an energy signature on the creatures which matches the 'feel' of the badlands. There may be a link between the two...
Liege won't be able to interact with everyone, so this is your chance to MINGLE with others. Tag around, have fun, spend the night, and enjoy the Maximo's superior wash-racks! If you'd rather just explore the temple, you can do that too.
In the confusing, maze-like depths of Liege's temple, there were hundreds of rooms. Many had been hollowed out from the mountainside, curving inwards in some haphazardly specific pattern as if seeking out the greatest potential for heat. Others jutted out from the side with long, wide windows to let in the light, organized, carefully, for his pursuits. The laboratories, of course, were among these.
The many, many laboratories were among these.
He'd needed them all, of course. In the beginning, there had just been one, and one had been nice for allowing him to perform one type of experiment. He'd had a second built when Solus had given him that energon separator, and the third after he'd brought back organics from his first travels into space. After that, it had been somewhat of a collection, and there were laboratories shoved into corners of his temple like extra books shoved onto shelves. He liked it that way. It meant that his brothers and sisters didn't know about them.
Not all of them.
And it meant he could host parties like these on the few occasions when he deigned to socialize. He made sure each accessible laboratory was well-stocked, filled with tools and at least one experiment subject and also populated by an Acolyte to monitor his guests. There would be energon available, and some organic-favored snacks as well, because he had every intention of showing just how well he treated his aligned when he was paying attention to them.
It never hurt to make the others jealous.
He, himself, had work to do in his main laboratory, and for the most part he intended to stay there, drifting out amongst the others only to peruse their findings or to partake in the briefest of breaks. This was what he loved to do, after all...
...but science was useless without others to observe its happenings.
Having the Refugees around again was, in that way, a gift--one that he intended to open slowly, keeping the wrapping safe so he could use it again next time.
And who knew?
Perhaps, here, amongst those who would come, would be a few worth keeping for himself, or offering further incentives toward.
What: Following the 'Second Wave,' Liege has collected a number of living (and dead) Monster samples to be studied. He has sent out the call: all scientists/medics or otherwise capable persons are welcome to attend his laboratory conference to look over the critters and find out what can be found!
When: Now-ish. Liege took a bit to set this up, so all new and old characters can come!
Where: Liege's Temple
Notes:
Bring any characters you want, scientists or not! Anyone who comes (IE posts or threads below) will get some samples of Sharkticons or other monster types to work with, and they will also receive a special LABORATORY KIT from an Acolyte, which features a few simple tools sized to your character so they can do their own experiments in the future!
Your character is welcome to learn the following:
-Monsters have superior strength/stamina to their non-lambda counterparts. (IE a Monster Sharkticon would be more brutal, spikier, and nastier than a standard Sharkticon.)
-Beyond the increased attributes there is no physical difference to their makeup. (IE a Sharkticon is still a Sharkticon, a dragon is still a dragon, DNA, scales, and all.)
-Particularly perceptive individuals may notice a trace of an energy signature on the creatures which matches the 'feel' of the badlands. There may be a link between the two...
Liege won't be able to interact with everyone, so this is your chance to MINGLE with others. Tag around, have fun, spend the night, and enjoy the Maximo's superior wash-racks! If you'd rather just explore the temple, you can do that too.
In the confusing, maze-like depths of Liege's temple, there were hundreds of rooms. Many had been hollowed out from the mountainside, curving inwards in some haphazardly specific pattern as if seeking out the greatest potential for heat. Others jutted out from the side with long, wide windows to let in the light, organized, carefully, for his pursuits. The laboratories, of course, were among these.
The many, many laboratories were among these.
He'd needed them all, of course. In the beginning, there had just been one, and one had been nice for allowing him to perform one type of experiment. He'd had a second built when Solus had given him that energon separator, and the third after he'd brought back organics from his first travels into space. After that, it had been somewhat of a collection, and there were laboratories shoved into corners of his temple like extra books shoved onto shelves. He liked it that way. It meant that his brothers and sisters didn't know about them.
Not all of them.
And it meant he could host parties like these on the few occasions when he deigned to socialize. He made sure each accessible laboratory was well-stocked, filled with tools and at least one experiment subject and also populated by an Acolyte to monitor his guests. There would be energon available, and some organic-favored snacks as well, because he had every intention of showing just how well he treated his aligned when he was paying attention to them.
It never hurt to make the others jealous.
He, himself, had work to do in his main laboratory, and for the most part he intended to stay there, drifting out amongst the others only to peruse their findings or to partake in the briefest of breaks. This was what he loved to do, after all...
...but science was useless without others to observe its happenings.
Having the Refugees around again was, in that way, a gift--one that he intended to open slowly, keeping the wrapping safe so he could use it again next time.
And who knew?
Perhaps, here, amongst those who would come, would be a few worth keeping for himself, or offering further incentives toward.
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It was Knock Out. And he was holding a box. Excellent.
"Please come in! Don't mind the mess, we're in the middle of something here," he said with an eager smile.
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"I suppose you know what I have here~." He hefted the box as he stopped in front of Pharma. A slow grin curled up the corners of his mouth. "Want to see?"
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His clawtips triggered the latches on the box, releasing the lid and sliding it aside. Inside lay the hands, cradled in a clean swatch of rough toweling. They were blue, as specified-- not only blue, in fact, but a blue specifically matched to the shade present elsewhere on his plating. Knock Out had made sure he got it right.
There was something else the hands were, besides blue, and that was clawed. Very distinctly clawed. Knock Out had been careful to make sure the technical specs would match the information he'd gotten off Pharma, but the aesthetic was, well, the only aesthetic he knew-- and in that aesthetic, jets had claws. Sharp ones.
"What do you think?" he asked, his optics lifting from his creations to his client.
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The blue was perfect. The jet grinned at what a fine job KO had done at color matching- especially in a place where paint was a bit scarce. The joints looked very smooth, even just lying still like that, Pharma could tell they would roll with an easy glide.
But. Wait.
".....Claws?" was the only thing that came out of his mouth.
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"...Yes. Is that supposed to mean something?"
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"...I see. Judging by your exterior, I'd say our universes have quite a few physical differences," he said, optics wandering to KO's hands. His fingers were tipped with...yes, claws.
"Any reason you have them? Or is it a medic thing as well?"
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He shifted the box to one hand and wiggled his own in demonstration. "I'll admit it was an aesthetic consideration at first, but they've come in quite handy." He held up the second finger of his hand, the long talon glinting in the light. "I've got molecular scalpels built in here-- on both hands. Yours have them too. There's a micro-welder in my first finger-- and in yours. Left hand. I've installed a few other handy implements over the years too~."
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"I have to admit, you have a talent for aesthetics. Shall we start the surgery?"
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Pharma gave the acolyte instructions to keep the sharkticon under sedation until he returned and walked towards the door.
"Come. Let's see what kind of surgical technique you have, Doctor," he said with a chuckle.
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That lab was practically a proper surgical theater, and it didn't take Knock Out long to find everything he'd need for the surgery that he didn't have on him. Circuit dampeners, tube clamps, metal snips and wire strippers and a myriad of other things were all pulled out and arranged. He sat Pharma down and he got to work.
He even remembered to damp out the other mech's pain, which was generally an optional part of his surgical proceedings.
Installing the hands was fairly straightforward, and something he'd done often enough back on Cybertron, before the war. Hands wore down, after all, more quickly than most other components on a working mech, and replacing them entirely was often quicker and easier than rebuilding. Pharma's somewhat alien physiology was strange enough that he had to go slowly and double-check his work often, but he was confident he had everything hooked up properly when he finished up.
He sealed the last weld on the new wristcaps with a delicate touch and straightened. "There," he said, looking remarkably pleased with himself. "That ought to do it~."
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"They work," he said, sounding a little incredulous. "Which is honestly, a surprise. Your craftsmanship may be beautiful but your surgical technique is about as delicate as a sledgehammer to the face."
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He drew himself up, shoulders bristling, the expression on his face thunderous. "Excuse me?!"
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"Now, I can tell you've downloaded at least a few medical data packets. Most of the low end ones, at least. But I don't see anything here that implies you've actually been to an academy. I would have pinned you as just an emergency field medic but your expertise at crafting replacement limbs does not gel with that idea."
The jet medic curls a finger to his chin to think, silently ecstatic that he can do so once again. He was getting sick of bumping his wrist into his cheek.
"Care to explain why your skills are so spotty?"
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And then his brain caught up with his body. Admitting his particular inadequacies as the doctor he so insisted he was was not only embarrassing, but among his fellow Decepticons, dangerous. It was as much about keeping himself safe as keeping his reputation intact-- after all, it took a real idiot to attack a doctor, especially as they were in such short supply. Even Lord Megatron himself acknowledged the need to leave his only medical personnel functioning, which kept Knock Out somewhat insulated from the worst of the abuses Megatron heaped on the others.
But Pharma... ah, Pharma wasn't a Decepticon, was he? He was an Autobot, and one from another world, at that. His reputation might take a hit, but it wouldn't be actively dangerous to him to admit his... weaknesses. Would it?
"...I... never received any formal training," he admitted finally, in a reluctant mutter. He was looking anywhere but at the other doctor. "I was an upgrade specialist before the war, and I've just..." Shrug. "Had to make do, since."
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"So, you didn't plan on becoming a medic. What made you change your mind? Because whatever it was if it has become irrelevant here than I highly recommend you go back to upgrading."
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He scowled at Pharma's ungentle recommendation. "I'm not that bad."