all the right friends in all the right places
Who: Ram and Wulf
Where: Wulf's clinic
When: now
What: Ram needs a few minor repairs so he heads to the nearest clinic.
Warnings: None.
Ram hadn't really meant for it to get that far out of hand. He'd traveled to the unlit sector to do a little exploration, have a little excitement, do a bit of scouting. Perform his function for a change. He didn't get much of that around here unless it was just gathering useless information by talking to other programs. And that was fine and all but...he missed the excitement when he sneaked into a closed System and had to play it careful.
Well, he'd gotten his excitement. And a little bit more than that.
The sector hadn't been as quiet as he'd thought it was. He had been mapping out a section of the area with a holo-pad when the trouble had started. They were simple-programmed bullies and though they had the strength to take out someone as small as him they hadn't had the maneuverability to flank him and give them the advantage over his size and speed. He'd wiped the grid with their pixels and then scampered away while they were still rebooting.
But that didn't mean he had gotten away scott-free. He glanced down at his armor and grimaced. He probably looked worse than he felt, considering he didn't feel all that bad at all, but better safe than sorry. He wasn't really meant for self-repair. His User usually took care of any scrapes he got into his code.
The nearest clinic, after he'd run back into the main part of the city, wasn't so far off he found by looking at a directory. He headed towards it humming a tuneless little tune under his breath, a skip in his step.
Where: Wulf's clinic
When: now
What: Ram needs a few minor repairs so he heads to the nearest clinic.
Warnings: None.
Ram hadn't really meant for it to get that far out of hand. He'd traveled to the unlit sector to do a little exploration, have a little excitement, do a bit of scouting. Perform his function for a change. He didn't get much of that around here unless it was just gathering useless information by talking to other programs. And that was fine and all but...he missed the excitement when he sneaked into a closed System and had to play it careful.
Well, he'd gotten his excitement. And a little bit more than that.
The sector hadn't been as quiet as he'd thought it was. He had been mapping out a section of the area with a holo-pad when the trouble had started. They were simple-programmed bullies and though they had the strength to take out someone as small as him they hadn't had the maneuverability to flank him and give them the advantage over his size and speed. He'd wiped the grid with their pixels and then scampered away while they were still rebooting.
But that didn't mean he had gotten away scott-free. He glanced down at his armor and grimaced. He probably looked worse than he felt, considering he didn't feel all that bad at all, but better safe than sorry. He wasn't really meant for self-repair. His User usually took care of any scrapes he got into his code.
The nearest clinic, after he'd run back into the main part of the city, wasn't so far off he found by looking at a directory. He headed towards it humming a tuneless little tune under his breath, a skip in his step.