- 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
Armor Aid carefully examined the somewhat triangular-shaped mechanical part in his hand, looking for any tell-tale signs of tampering or damage. He inspected the it's input/output ports, carefully opened it to see if any of it's components were damaged. After a minute he was certain he had looked carefully enough, and handed it to the medical drone that stood right next to him.
"Cosmitron is fully intact and functional.", the paramedic said dully, his words being recorded by the medical ward's computer as the medical drone placed it on a table with dozens of other mechanical components.
Armor Aid sighed as he looked down at what was left of his patient; it's chassis armor opened up, most of it's vital components already removed and inspected. Numerous wires and tubes had been disconnected from within the mech and reconnected to a computer at the end of the operating table, to analyze the deceased's various systems, as well as determine the composition of the various mech fluids.
His work was nearly done, and Armor Aid had found nothing to disprove that Darkwrath had died from his wounds. He didn't need to do an autopsy like that, but protocols still had to be followed. And besides determining the exact cause of death, it was needed to find any contraband that the inmate may have managed to hide from Garrus-9's numerous sensors and searches. It was extremely rare though, and so far Armor Aid had found nothing unexpected inside Darkwrath.
"Forceps.", Armor Aid reached his hand out, and the drone unerringly took the medical tool from a nearby table and placed it in the paramedic's hand. As Armor Aid reached into the deceased mech's chassis, he heard the door behind him open and the metal clank of someone walking in.
Slag, he thought as he shook his head, "Why won't they leave me alone already?[/i]
"So which do I get to hear this time?", he dejectedly sighed, "Are you thanking me for getting rid of an obstacle, or are you threatening me for not saving a valuable piece of your operation?
"What are you talkin' about?", Steelhand asked as he walked up beside the paramedic, staring at the dead mech on the table.
Armor Aid sighed with relief, he knew that Steelhand was one of the few guards who weren't on the take.
"Nothing, Steelhand, just a joke.", he said flatly as he handed the forceps back to the medical drone and looked to the guard, "Why are you here? You don't look hurt."
"I wanted to check on him.", Steelhand said, though his mind was clearly more focused on the deceased inmate, "He's, uh-"
"-Dead.", Armor Aid interjected with a scowl, "Yes, he's dead. You know slagging well that anyone who comes in here is dead."
Steelhand was brought out of his thoughts when Armor Aid snapped at him. Other than occasional maintenance he rarely ever came to the medical ward, and this was a good reason why.
"Right. Thanks. I'll get out of your way.", Steelhand simply turned around and walked away from the paramedic, and out of the medical ward.
"Slaggin right you stay out of here!", Armor Aid yelled.
Corridor Outside the Medical Ward
Steelhand was glad to get away from Armor Aid, but only for a moment. In a way Armor Aid wasn't the only one who'd failed at his job, it was Steelhand, after all, who'd been on duty when Kronus attacked Darkwrath. Steelhand's inability to prevent it from happening or ending it before it got out of hand was in many ways Steelhand's fault, even if he knew there were other guards on duty as well.
I wonder if Streamlight'll still defend that slagger. Maybe Kronus is messed up in the head, but that still doesn't excuse him for killing another inmate.
It was then that Steelhand received a transmission that he wasn't expecting, from Goldrush.
"Didn't think I'd start until after activity period.", Steelhand wondered to himself, "Hope he doesn't think I resigned my post or anything. Slag, I don't even know if I could do that."
Steelhand opened a comm line back to Goldrush.
>>Understood, I'll be there as fast as I can.<<
Steelhand hurried himself down the hallway, barely containing the smile on his face. It had been too long since he'd been in a mine.