Offer to Help
Sep. 9th, 2005 12:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
*Kali has returned to her quarters, for the moment, and is sitting at her desk, listening to the tune from the music box Wheeljack had given her, during their meeting for prep-work on her alt. mode. The kitten-bots are romping around on the desk near it, 'dancing' to the tune. Despite the "cuteness" of the scene, Kali can't smile. Her colours have faded to drab greys and steel blues, as a result*
[Internal Log] Well... things are winding down, now. At least, I hope they are... :( No reason for the Decepticon intruder to STAY in the Ark anymore. At least, I HOPE that neutrino sweep forced him out.
I feel so... adrift at the moment. Helpless. Things never moved along at this insane rate of speed on Cybertron. Never. But here, on Earth...? Everything is accellerated. Maybe it has something to do with the organic nature of the planet? I don't know... All I do know is just that... lately... I -- and probably all the other Autobots here -- just feel jerked around, tugged this way and that... reacting to each and every new disaster. We're barely getting any time to rest. And, as I'm not really a fighter like many of the mechs here, and to be honest, not that skilled a spy... ...*sigh* I feel so lost and helpless, in this. I want to do something, but so far, all I can do is help defend against attacks.
Perhaps that is enough. But... I still worry, and wish I can do more. *she glances to the music box* Perhaps... there is something I can do. I never was trained for this, I'm not skilled, and if I'd only be in the way, I'll leave, but... ...there are so many injured mechs, right now. And Ratchet is hurt, unable to help. I know there are more medics -- First Aid, and Wheeljack and Perceptor are skilled, too, but... If there is some way I can help... even if it's running to get tools, turn things on, or off... I want to assist. There is no harm in asking, I suppose.[/Internal Log]
*her mind made up, Kali stands, closing the music box (must to the mewling protest of the kitten-bots -- Kali turns on the radio, softly, instead), then leaves her quarters, heading for Med Bay. Hovering at the door a moment, she taps the closed door, wondering and worrying at the situation inside*
[Internal Log] Well... things are winding down, now. At least, I hope they are... :( No reason for the Decepticon intruder to STAY in the Ark anymore. At least, I HOPE that neutrino sweep forced him out.
I feel so... adrift at the moment. Helpless. Things never moved along at this insane rate of speed on Cybertron. Never. But here, on Earth...? Everything is accellerated. Maybe it has something to do with the organic nature of the planet? I don't know... All I do know is just that... lately... I -- and probably all the other Autobots here -- just feel jerked around, tugged this way and that... reacting to each and every new disaster. We're barely getting any time to rest. And, as I'm not really a fighter like many of the mechs here, and to be honest, not that skilled a spy... ...*sigh* I feel so lost and helpless, in this. I want to do something, but so far, all I can do is help defend against attacks.
Perhaps that is enough. But... I still worry, and wish I can do more. *she glances to the music box* Perhaps... there is something I can do. I never was trained for this, I'm not skilled, and if I'd only be in the way, I'll leave, but... ...there are so many injured mechs, right now. And Ratchet is hurt, unable to help. I know there are more medics -- First Aid, and Wheeljack and Perceptor are skilled, too, but... If there is some way I can help... even if it's running to get tools, turn things on, or off... I want to assist. There is no harm in asking, I suppose.[/Internal Log]
*her mind made up, Kali stands, closing the music box (must to the mewling protest of the kitten-bots -- Kali turns on the radio, softly, instead), then leaves her quarters, heading for Med Bay. Hovering at the door a moment, she taps the closed door, wondering and worrying at the situation inside*
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Date: 2005-09-09 08:23 pm (UTC)[Hoist] Kali! Good to see you...and to see that you're alright. I was a little concerned you were another bot reporting with injuries or with more wounded to move in. Please, come in. The medbay is officially open again and if you're willing, we could use all the help we can get.
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Date: 2005-09-09 08:32 pm (UTC)[NPC Mode]
Date: 2005-09-09 08:53 pm (UTC)*Over in a more secluded section of the main medbay, Ratchet is still laying passed out on a table, most of the repair work on him having been finished at this point. Hoist has gotten the CMO hooked up to a slow drip energon transfusion, if just to make the time out count. Finch, who woke up a short time ago, is with him...in falcon mode and curled up between the medic's right arm and side, her head resting on his shoulder, optics shuttered.*
((At this point, I take it the cases in medbay and the labs consist of Ratchet, Blaster, Warpath, Finch (sort of), Cliffjumper, Swoop (who will need to be contained and examined)... Plus I'm sure the Aerialbots and Omega Supreme will eventually need examination and work. Also expecting Chanah and Prowl in, shortly. I think Hound may also be in, at this point. Did I miss anyone? O_o ))
Re: [NPC Mode]
Date: 2005-09-09 09:57 pm (UTC)[NPC Mode]
Date: 2005-09-09 10:11 pm (UTC)[Also NPC Mode]
Date: 2005-09-10 02:39 am (UTC)((Sorry. Couldn't help m'self. x] ))
And just plain OOC...
Date: 2005-09-10 03:31 pm (UTC)[Hoist] .oO (There goes the peace and quiet...um...) Hey, Kali. Uh...what's that over there?!
[Kali] What? *turns away*
[Hoist] *cracks Warpath over the head*
[Kali] *turns back* *blinks*
[Hoist] ...oh my...he's unconscious again.
[Kali] O_o ))
((re: ooc: *chuckles*))
Date: 2005-09-10 04:28 pm (UTC)ooc
Date: 2005-09-10 07:49 pm (UTC)[NPC Mode]
Date: 2005-09-10 11:44 pm (UTC)*Warpath mutters a complaint but then agrees with Kali and goes quiet..for five seconds before wearily uttering a few more nonsense words.*
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Date: 2005-09-11 12:39 am (UTC)Sorry for not coming earlier, Perceptor, but I think it turned out better I waited. I think I kept us from having one more Sunstorm-radiation victim, but you should double-check Channel's systems anyway. Ah...I haven't a complete clue what I did but I did something right. So...*casts a glance around* ...Where should I start?
[Perceptor] Please check on Rewind. He has a damaged knee joint. The repairs will not be too extensive and then we can send him on his way. Afterward, I would appreciate if you assisted Grapple with Cliffjumper.
*Perceptor goes over to Chanah* I will need to move you to the lab so I can judge the extent of that radiation exposure. It is good to know total shutdown can be avoided, although you obviously were not assailed for the length of time Red Alert and Blaster were the last time. *He holds out an arm to brace her as she leans on the slightly shorter mech and they leave for the lab area*
*Meanwhile, Rattlelatch crosses the room to where Rewind is waiting seated on a supply cart since the tables are all taken. The other Cassettes had left for perimeter patrols. 'Latch catches a glimpse of Ratchet and Finch, and a sympathetic look crosses the minibot's face. Then he turns to Rewind and extends his micro precision laser, analytical lenses flipping down.* Okay, Rewind, let's see about that knee joint. Hurt much?
[Rewind] Not particularly, but some of the neural receptors are not responding.
*'Latch nods then removes the front armor casing around the Cassettobot's leg. He studies the exposed wires and hydraulics then starts working.*
*Rewind, meanwhile, glances toward a near table where Blaster lays. The boom box's monitor readings are neutral and he's still offline.*
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Date: 2005-09-11 05:47 pm (UTC)*The Celica moved off after Perceptor came to see to Chanah, explaining to Hoist that she was just visiting. After taking a look around, she spotted Blaster and made her way across the room to his table. She allowed herself a moment to take in the various pieces of monitoring equipment he'd been hooked up to, before glancing up and catching sight of Rattlelatch and Rewind. She smiled at them both.*
*softly, sounding a little tired:* Hey, guys. How's it going?
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Date: 2005-09-12 05:37 pm (UTC)[Rewind] *nods to her* Thank you for seeing Blaster back to base. The other Cassettobots and I are grateful.
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Date: 2005-09-12 08:17 pm (UTC)Hey, no problem. 'M always happy to help wherever I can... and besides, I ain't the only one who'd take credit for seeing him n' Warpath back to base. Some others were there to help, too.
*shes watches Rattlelatch continue to work, and is pleased to note how well the minibot has learnt from Wheeljack's teachings.*