In Space...
Who: Kergan, Ratchet
What: The Deva drops in to doctor the doctor, and find out just exactly what happened to him while he was out derping around the universe.
Where: Medbay - Ratchet's Lab - Northern District
When: January 15, 2012
Warnings: METAPLOT NOTES
Kergan could have simply projected herself right into Ratchet's lab, perched on one of the sickbeds, but she didn't. Devas took a lot of liberties sometimes, but barging into someone's home or workplace uninvited was pretty darn rude, and if he was in the middle of delicate work, she certainly didn't want to startle him. Besides, there was something about the old 'bot that inspired respect. He'd earned it.
Kergan discovered the nature of his return just moments ago, and it was setting off all kinds of alarms. It was unusual for someone like him to drop off to Sleep in the first place, but he'd come back somehow...less of himself than when he'd left, and though it wasn't unusual for people to stumble back from their homeworlds reflecting injuries sustained while there, Kergan knew for a fact that Ratchet was not a bear on Cybertron.
She arrived at the front doors, bundled up against the cold. The opaque goggles on her eyes hid the intense worry within, but the wrinkles on her brow and the perplexed frown conveyed her feelings easily enough. She pushed open the human-sized entry and stepped inside.
Her steps were quick and light, a staccato of 'taptaptap's echoing down the hallway as she made a beeline for his location. He needed to hear that she was coming. To doubly ensure that he was aware, she knocked on his door, and entered without waiting for an invitation. This was serious, and nothing conveyed that more than Kergan did right now.
"We need to talk, Ratchet."
What: The Deva drops in to doctor the doctor, and find out just exactly what happened to him while he was out derping around the universe.
Where: Medbay - Ratchet's Lab - Northern District
When: January 15, 2012
Warnings: METAPLOT NOTES
Kergan could have simply projected herself right into Ratchet's lab, perched on one of the sickbeds, but she didn't. Devas took a lot of liberties sometimes, but barging into someone's home or workplace uninvited was pretty darn rude, and if he was in the middle of delicate work, she certainly didn't want to startle him. Besides, there was something about the old 'bot that inspired respect. He'd earned it.
Kergan discovered the nature of his return just moments ago, and it was setting off all kinds of alarms. It was unusual for someone like him to drop off to Sleep in the first place, but he'd come back somehow...less of himself than when he'd left, and though it wasn't unusual for people to stumble back from their homeworlds reflecting injuries sustained while there, Kergan knew for a fact that Ratchet was not a bear on Cybertron.
She arrived at the front doors, bundled up against the cold. The opaque goggles on her eyes hid the intense worry within, but the wrinkles on her brow and the perplexed frown conveyed her feelings easily enough. She pushed open the human-sized entry and stepped inside.
Her steps were quick and light, a staccato of 'taptaptap's echoing down the hallway as she made a beeline for his location. He needed to hear that she was coming. To doubly ensure that he was aware, she knocked on his door, and entered without waiting for an invitation. This was serious, and nothing conveyed that more than Kergan did right now.
"We need to talk, Ratchet."