Building up
WHO: Blackout and Scorponok. Open to anyone coming in either before or after - ping me!
WHAT: Blackout's going to break the door down?
WHERE: Zone 3 Level 3, Ratchet's 'clinic'.
WHEN: Current
WARNINGS/NOTES: Scorp will undoubtedly be adorable. Blackout will smash things. Ratchet will yell. Others are very welcome to poke at the medic before the fiasco, or drop by and step over the wreckage after.
It shouldn't have been so damn hard to make the medbay - no, it was a 'clinic' here - what he wanted it to be. It shouldn't need to be said that he could have rigged a medbay together out of spare ship parts, a few power uplinks, some scavenged parts of unspoken origin, and a damn planet's worth of determination and need. He'd done it. He'd build medbays that he would have never called such at the beginning of the war in storage bays, loading docks, tunnels of an asteroid, the back of an open transport, bombed out bases and forgotten places. He'd build them and made them work and stripped them (if he was lucky) before abandoning them to the next location. He'd done it with progressively less equipment and under progressively more strain and need, and he'd kept his mechs alive. This Nexus should have been beyond simple.
The fact that it wasn't was driving Ratchet more than a little mad.
Permits. Permissions. Credits. Contracts. The simple act of buying a space and getting the supplies he'd need to get started had been insanely expensive, and he wasn't anywhere near the completion he wanted. Worse was the fact that he knew he could have hacked together something usable - it just wouldn't be what he wanted now that the option to want had been returned to him. And he'd hardly attract 'clients' here without a viable location and setup. This wasn't the war - and there wasn't a day that went by in the Nexus that Ratchet regretted that fact. Still he could admit, quietly and only to himself, that he missed being relied on as much as he had been before. Now there were options and hospitals and doctors who had years of experience to supersede Ratchet's own knowledge... which meant that Ratchet would have to interest clients by being better, faster, more successful. He could do that.
Or rather, he would do that once he had his damned medbay built. Right now he was going to haul out more trash walls and partitions to the alley behind his building, and hope he could talk Santori into a bonus sometime soon.
WHAT: Blackout's going to break the door down?
WHERE: Zone 3 Level 3, Ratchet's 'clinic'.
WHEN: Current
WARNINGS/NOTES: Scorp will undoubtedly be adorable. Blackout will smash things. Ratchet will yell. Others are very welcome to poke at the medic before the fiasco, or drop by and step over the wreckage after.
It shouldn't have been so damn hard to make the medbay - no, it was a 'clinic' here - what he wanted it to be. It shouldn't need to be said that he could have rigged a medbay together out of spare ship parts, a few power uplinks, some scavenged parts of unspoken origin, and a damn planet's worth of determination and need. He'd done it. He'd build medbays that he would have never called such at the beginning of the war in storage bays, loading docks, tunnels of an asteroid, the back of an open transport, bombed out bases and forgotten places. He'd build them and made them work and stripped them (if he was lucky) before abandoning them to the next location. He'd done it with progressively less equipment and under progressively more strain and need, and he'd kept his mechs alive. This Nexus should have been beyond simple.
The fact that it wasn't was driving Ratchet more than a little mad.
Permits. Permissions. Credits. Contracts. The simple act of buying a space and getting the supplies he'd need to get started had been insanely expensive, and he wasn't anywhere near the completion he wanted. Worse was the fact that he knew he could have hacked together something usable - it just wouldn't be what he wanted now that the option to want had been returned to him. And he'd hardly attract 'clients' here without a viable location and setup. This wasn't the war - and there wasn't a day that went by in the Nexus that Ratchet regretted that fact. Still he could admit, quietly and only to himself, that he missed being relied on as much as he had been before. Now there were options and hospitals and doctors who had years of experience to supersede Ratchet's own knowledge... which meant that Ratchet would have to interest clients by being better, faster, more successful. He could do that.
Or rather, he would do that once he had his damned medbay built. Right now he was going to haul out more trash walls and partitions to the alley behind his building, and hope he could talk Santori into a bonus sometime soon.