Who: Vergil and Baywarp
What: Vergil's gotten his Cybertronian shell built and needs to test a few things out.
Where: Vergil's clinic, formerly Tyran Ratchet's clinic
When: Thursday, I guess.
(
There will be no shouting of 'It's alive, it's alive!', thank you. )
Not that there were big names among what could best be called 'refugees'. Still Skywarp was feeling like he'd done pretty well for himself, and for Magnum.
Thus far.
His comm sounded. Oh frag. This better not be his headliner having second thoughts....
Reply
"Vergil?" He watched the mech, well the frame, at least, approach. The voice was...interesting. A little musical, or maybe that was only in comparison to the flat monotone of the texts. "What does it feel like to walk?"
Right. He had a role to play, but...he couldn't help be a little fascinated.
Reply
Even if it didn't seem to be paying much attention to keeping them entirely still. Like Vergil's tentacles, they tended to drift and sway fractionally as it spoke.
Reply
His optics kept getting caught by the drifting limbs.
"Ummm, polite suggestion? The arms look a little...freaky moving around like that. Unless you kind of are planning on going for my optics?"
Reply
The forward arms went still. The rear arms folded up neatly along the mech's back.
"is that better?"
Reply
"Unless you only plan on working on the unconscious or something." Maybe it was a specialty where Vergil was from.
"That's a little less threatening, yes." A long silence. Skywarp struggled for something else to say. "The, uhh, white's a good choice for the optics. Unaligned, at least."
Reply
"Thank you. I also removed the original faction marks. They seemed inappropriate."
Reply
"Yeah, I noticed the interior design theme, too. Nice."
Skywarp shifted on the exam table. "So, I'm your patient, right? Let's...um...play doctor?" (Why did that sound wrong?)
Reply
Its head dipped again, the optics flickering a moment. "All right. We will begin. Welcome to the clinic, Skywarp. What brings you here today?"
Reply
He blinked. "You...asked me to--oh. Right." Right. Pretend. "I mean, I came for, uh, a check up? I've recently had some repairs and I want to know if they're integrated." Why not, right? He trusted Glit's work, but...trust but verify.
Reply
The mech made a humming sound not all that different from one of Vergil's usual trills. "I see. What sort of repairs? Have any of them given you any trouble thus far?"
Reply
Skywarp wasn't known for bringing out the best in mechs, but still, he added. "You know, maybe ask him from a distance. In case you don't want a demonstration."
Skywarp shrugged. "No problems on the physical repairs, but I had my cockpit glass replaced. Haven't had any high pressure, high speed flights that would stress it." The non physical stuff...he doesn't want to talk about yet. It was hard to figure out which set of optics to focus on.
Reply
The mech head dipped again, optics dimming briefly. "Well, I can examine that if you like. And conduct the rest of a physical examination to ensure nothing else is likely to need repairs any time soon, if you wish. Has anything got you worried?"
Reply
"Sure." Skywarp settled himself on his back so that Vergil could get a better look at his cockpit. It was strange to think that Vergil had...hands now. But they wouldn't be proper mech hands, not like Barricade's or Glit's.
"No...nothing's really worrying. Some probably normal memory stuff. You know...normal for whatever procedure you did last time."
Reply
Reply
"Can you, uh, do memory scans without, well, you know...the tentacles?" Normal system performance, maybe right now. As long as he kept busy.
Reply
Leave a comment