- Motto: "I can totally prove that I'm not a zombie! Just lean over hear, and let me take a little nibble out of your brains."
- Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
Senior Guard's Barracks
Steelhand stared at his chest, at the Autobot symbol that had been put there many vorns ago when he made the deal with Autobot Law Enforcement. For so long it had been something that was simply there that he never really thought about. After the nightmare he'd had last night, it stirred up a number of conflicting emotions in him.
I've never really felt like an Autobot..... I know I've fought Decepticons, but it was always inside prison walls. I never thought of them as Decepticons, just inmates.
Steelhand shook his head to try to get his thoughts straight. He'd never liked thinking too hard about anything, it always complicated things. He just needed to do his job and forget whatever that dream meant. Anyway he'd be doing some mining work later after his shift, and Steelhand was sure that would make everything a lot better for him.
It was then that the senior guard recieved a reply from Streamlight. From the sounds of it the younger guard had gotten over his problems from the night before, that was good. Steelhand's optics widened as he found out Streamlight was on duty, and felt a little embarassed when it was mentioned that he sounded shaken up.
Aw slag, I'm supposed to be a better example than that. I can't be bugging other guards like this when their on duty, and I sure as slag can't let him think anything's wrong with me.
Steelhand physically straightened himself out- if Streamlight thought he was shaken up by the sound of his voice, he certainly didn't want anyone else to see that there was something on his mind. He opened up the comm line to Streamlight again.
>>Aw Slag, I'm sorry Streamlight, I wouldn't have messaged you if I knew you were on duty. Hope I'm not gettin' you into trouble or anything. Anyway I'm fine, just had a bad recharge cycle. Guess I'm the one who should have had the Protoform Punch last night, heh. Anyway I'll leave you to your duties, see ya' in the activity area.<<
Steelhand sighed. He still had some time before his shift started, and he didn't feel like going back to the Grease Pit. But there was on thing that had been the back of his mind since his last shift. The senior guard walked out the barracks door and headed for his destination.
Gotta find out.
Medical Ward- CMO's Office
"Aaaaaaah, I needed that....."
Armor Aid shut his optics off as he held the cy-gar-8 in his mouth, savoring the smooth taste, feeling the chemicals enter into his systems. For a moment he could forget about the dead patient lying in pieces in the next room, as well as all the other patients that had been permanently off-lined by his incompetence. It was a good thing he had this secure office that only a handful of the highest ranking prison staff could enter without his permission. This office.
Armor Aid turned his optics back online, chomping onto the cy-gar-8 as he set his arms down on the desk. He looked around at his surroundings of the office, which had remained mostly unchanged since he had taken over as CMO. There were the standard computer terminals and medical equipment that any CMO would need in the job, as well as several file cabinets filled with datapads. Opposite the desk were a couple of comfortable looking chairs and even a couch- Lancet had made it a point to let any visitors feel comfortable when they were there.
His optics shut off again for an astrosecond as he took another deep intake of chemicals. It felt good, comforting, calming. Looking down at his desk, Armor Aid saw a framed holo-photo, with the image face down. He'd seen it countless times, and set it so he wouldn't have to look at it countless more.
Don't look at it, don't look at it....
With hesitation Armor Aid put the holo-photo back upright and stared at the image. It was him and Lancet sitting at the Greasepit, clacking their mugs of energon substitute together. A smile slowly crept on the paramedic's face as he focussed on the image of his late mentor. He was average height with white armor, but he was skinny and lanky, looking like a minibot could break one of his arms in half with little effort.
He was smiling in the picture, Armor Aid had a hard time remembering a time when Lancet didn't smile. He was even smiling the last time Armor Aid saw him, when he was lying on the surgical table with half his circuits spilling out of his back. Armor Aid's smile turned into a scowl as he placed the image back down on the desk so he wouldn't have to look at it. At least until the next time.
For a while Garrus 9's acting CMO just sat at his desk and continued to suck the toxins from his cy-gar-8 into his body. He was perfectly content to stay in his own personal sanctuary, away from the threats and the jokes and the patients that he knew he would never be able to keep alive.
>>DRONE 13 REPORTING TO CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER; MEDICAL WARD SANITIZED, DECEASED BODY PREPARED FOR AUTOPSY ACCORDING TO AUTOBOT MEDICAL PROTOCOLS. AWAITING FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS.<<
"Slag....", Armor Aid grumbled, putting his head on his hand as he remembered, "And I haven't informed Maximus yet....."
>>Drone 13, go to standby mode.<<
Armor Aid took in several more doses from his cy-gar-8, he would need it if he was going to have to speak to the warden. He put the thin white tube-shaped device between two of his fingers, and after taking a few more intakes for good measure he reluctantly set it on the desk.
"Slaggit, don't remind me what a frag-up I am, I already know.", he murmured before opening a secure comm-link to the warden.
>>Fortress Maximus, this is Armor Aid. I hate to wake you this early with bad news, but that inmate with his head nearly ripped off is dead now. Inmate 5743, Darkwrath. I know the drill, I'll tell the senior staff and have a full report after I finish the autopsy..... Plus send another request to Autobot Medical for a doctor who knows what he's doing. Armor Aid out.<<
The acting CMO sighed, glad to get that over with, hoping the warden wouldn't send him a reply. He picked his cy-gra-8 back up and put it in his mouth for a few more doses of "medicine". He was going to need it for his next call.
>>Armor Aid to Rung. I know you've been seeing Kronus a lot, so I figured you should know; that inmate he just about beheaded earlier is dead now. Inmate 5743, Darkwrath. I'm sure you'll have a session with him soon, so if it helps just tell him it's all my fault and he would have lived if we had a competant doctor. It's not like you'll be lying or anything. Armor Aid out.<<
Closing the commlink Armor Aid put the cy-gar-8 in his mouth once again. As he tried to remember which staff member he had to contact next, he realized something; he put is head down into his hands.
"Slag, why did I say that? Now he'll want to have another session with me."