2015-04-25 Buttering Up the Medic

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Buttering Up the Medic
Date 2015/04/25
Location Lost Light: Science and Medical -- Medibay
Participants Knock Out, Moonlight
Summary Moonlight recognizes the value of staying on the good side of the medics.

Lost Light: Science and Medical -- Medibay

Red crosses on the door identify at a quick glance the medibay. Inside, the forward medical bay contains a half-dozen slabs lining the sides of the room where the medical staff can take care of patients. There is a central slab as well, but the winches and pulleys, carts of tools, and life support machinery is all designed to be easily reconfigured to support any number of patients at any of the seven beds.

At the back of the room, there is a large work station dominated by a large screen that includes two holoemitters. Two doors at the back of the room lead to cold storage, where patients in need of better care than the medibay can provide -- rare as that is -- can be put into stasis. Offices for the medical officers are on the other side.

Rule number three: get on the good side of the medic. What are rules number one and two? They're not relevant right now. It's rule three that brought Moonlight into the medibay at this point. A glance will show there's nothing immediately wrong with her. What's more, her cheerful, "Hello?" doesn't indicate someone in dire need of fixing.

At first glance, there's no one here. Then Knock Out rolls out on his stool from behind a big what's-it where he's clearing doing -- things. Sciencey-medicy things. Like you do. His gaze narrows on Moonlight with interest, but his immediate assessment is, "You're not injured."

Moonlight smiles faintly. "Guilty as charged," she says, the smile broadening into a grin. "But I make it a point of principle to get an idea of who the medics are aboard a vessel. I've already ran into that Ratchet fellow, but he's not the only one." She flicks a glance over the mech. "And I have to say, you look to be the more interesting of the two."

"Well, then there's /definitely/ nothing wrong with your optics," Knock Out flatters himself, buffing his knuckles lightly against his chestplate. "You're one of the strays we picked up, yes?"

"I guess stray is the best description, though it makes me sounds so mangy and useless," Moonlight says with a note of mock protest. "Ratchet seemed to be pretty good at the medical stuff, but he came across as having the personality of a rock. A very heavy rock." She laughs. "Oh well." Extending a hand, she says, "I'm Moonlight. I used to serve aboard a trading vessel."

"Knock Out. As you said, I'm the more interesting and attractive of the on-board medics." Also the most humble. He takes her hand in his delicate fingers for a clasp. "I only mean stray in the sense of 'we found you floating in space' or something like that."

"Which is completely correct," Moonlight says. Her hands are not the delicate ones of a surgeon, nor are they the firm ones of a warrior, or the rough ones of a manual laborer. Rather, they have a light, easy pressure to them; she's obviously shaken hands many times in a congenial manner. She holds it just the right amount of time before releasing her grip. "Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise, ditto, and all of that." Knock Out considers with a rather scientific sort of gaze, taking in this and that. "What's with the hat?"

"It's actually to dampen my 'super special secret' ability," Moonlight says, with a mock hush-hush tone. "I'm sure there's a file on it somewhere, as the Captain wanted me checked out first. But I don't know how well folks actually get along around here. I've talked to more 'red faces' than 'purple' to be honest." She shrugs her shoulders. "Anyhow, it's a constant going thing, and people get uneasy when their emotions are tampered with, so I keep it on out of...consideration."

"Ah, yes. Your -- chill field." Knock Out pulls up a computer screen, possibly looking up her records to remind himself. "I'm not surprised to hear that. Our 'red friends' do like to make themselves visible."

"So, it makes me wonder, from an outsider's point of view, what has a bunch of AGES old enemies jump aboard a ship together to puruse the galaxy," Moonlight says, leaning against something. "But yes, that's pretty apt. My chill field. I'm no scientist, so don't ask me /how/ it works. I just know it does." She shrugs her shoulders easily. "It's saved our hides more than once, I'll tell you that." Well, she seems pretty chatty; she doesn't seem to have any particular bias against Decepticons.

"Well, /our/ alternative was sitting on Cybertron with I/D chips in our brains serving out our days as prisoners for our Autobot friends to admire," Knock Out replies, his tone desert dry. "Easy to find motivation."

Moonlight nods her head a few times. "Alright, that's an easy one then. What's an I/D chip?" she wants to know, having never heard of the things. "Doesn't sound very nice though, if it's in your brain and it shouldn't be."

"Inhibitor/deterrence chip." Knock Out pronounces the syllables with great precision. "/Inhibiting/ access to a recipient's alt-mode and weaponry. /Deterring/ them from disobedience with the threat of cranial explosion." He smiles an unpleasant smile. "It's rather persuasive that way."

Moonlight almost loses her composure. "Wow. That's...well, no other way to put it: that's harsh!" she states. "And those of you who didn't come on this trip still have those THINGS in their heads?" She shakes hers. "Nasty. Strange, the Captain didn't seem that vicious."

"All the Decepticons back on Cybertron." Knock Out taps his fingers lightly on the desk. "Oh, I doubt our good Captain would have the stomach for it; he hates having us here, but he much prefers playing the hero to the jailor. It's others in the Autobot hierarchy responsible for the conditions back home."

Moonlight listens to this intently. "I don't think I would have done terribly well in your war then," she says, shaking her head. "I'm much happier out in space, turning a profit." Sound like anyone Knock Out knows? Probably. She leans forward slightly. "Does it ever gall you that you have to fix people who are on the side that stuck those things in your side's head? Back when you /had/ sides, of course," she amends, since technically the war is over.

"On the contrary, I find it rather enjoyable ironic when an Autobot winds up on my table," Knock Out says, flicking his fingers on one hand. "I think it galls then more than it galls me."

Moonlight laughs softly at this. "Fair enough. Sounds like you won't let anything get you down. At least, not for long. Then again, you don't have the face of a quitter from what I can see." She pauses for a moment. "It's been interesting so far, and as long as the issue between 'sides' remains in the realm of words and glares, I'll quite likely get along around here."

Knock Out laughs, bright and chipper. "Oh, that seems unlikely, don't you think? Four million years of war and we restrict ourselves to glares in the hallway? Only a matter of time, really."

"And likely, that will be time for me to make a quick exit," Moonlight says, inclining her head. "Either that, or I throw my hat out an airlock." She flicks her optics upwards. "Which I really wouldn't like to do."

"Well, I suppose if you want to hop out of the airlock and float through space again, that's your prerogative." Knock Out's shoulders roll in a shrug.

"I said a quick exit, not an immediate departure," Moonlight says with a chuckle. "I'm sure I could survive a tiny," holds up fingers to show a small space, "bit of time in a potential war zone," she notes. "I'm not COMPLETELY helpless."

"You'd be surprised. We all lasted millions of years in various warzones." Knock Out spreads his hands.

"Ah, but I'm such a newbie, I'd get trampled pretty quick. And everyone would all be, 'oh, Moonlight, you have to pick a side, it's TRENDY' Okay, that wouldn't be the reason, but the pressure would still be there," the trader says. "But, without a history of anger, indignation, and revenge, I just don't think my spark would be in it." Moonlight grins. "I probably shouldn't make light of the matter, but looking grave and saying how terrible it is when I've never experienced just seems ungenuine."

"Ah, yes. The trendy act of fighting for our very lives and self-determination." Knock Out's spreads hands stay up. It's ironic. Or something.

Ironic is good. Straight up offended, not so good. Moonlight peers at the medic for a few moments, then shrugs. "I'm pretty sure no one, even myself, would think it actually trendy," she says. "In fact, kinda makes my life look pretty small and petty compared to the scope of something so big." She shrugs. "But we were all made when and where we were made, and that's that."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't /call/ it trendy then, hm?" Knock Out drops his hands even as he raises one brow. "Yes, that's that."

"I was being somewhat facetious," Moonlight says with a shrug. "Which might not be terribly respectful, so I should apologize." She smiles faintly. "I guess, if I was completely honest, I'd just say I don't know what to make of it and leave it at that. But, while I'm pretty smooth when dealing with transactions and small talk, I'm not really good at grappling with the scope of a war that spanned millions of years."

"Ah, well. Most of the galaxy hates us for the whole thing, so 'I don't know what to make of it' is something of an improvement." Knock Out spins in his chair.

Moonlight smiles faintly. "Well, maybe if I'd been organic I'd be hating right along side them. But, being from a colony or not, we're from the same original race, regardless of how the cultures diverged," she says. "Physically I'm still more like those on Cybertron than any other race of beings."

"All of being Cybertronian has never stood in the way of hating each other," Knock Out points out dryly.

"Yes, but you all have a reason. Since I didn't, I figured I'd give you all a fair shake." Then Moonlight laughs. "Of course, there were huge points given to the fact you guys fished me out of space. I wasn't going to be too picky, and it would really be rude to say, 'Thanks for saving me, but you guys really suck because it took you four million years to stop killing each other,' or something like that. Don't you think?"

"Of course. I certainly don't expect you to show up and absorb all of our hate by osmosis." That's a science word.

Go Science. "I hope that's not even possible," Moonlight says with a chuckle. "Or I might be in some serious trouble. Still, some might find it annoying that I don't havce a side. Though, in my defense, I was never ON Cybertron in the first place to flee it."

"We'd /all/ be in a rather large amount of trouble if it were," Knock Out agrees.

Moonlight gestures towards the door. "Well, if you are busy, I can scoot my aft on out of here," she says. "Wouldn't want to wear out my welcome. After all, I might need you to fix me some times, and it's never a good idea to make the medics mad."

Knock Out laughs again, a bit wryer this time. "Yes, I /am/ very busy and important; it shows great discernment on your part to have noticed." He sidles his seat a bit closer to the computer again. "I'm sure we'll see each other again, though."

Moonlight puts two fingers to her hat as though to tip it, but doesn't actually, because she generally keeps it on her head unless necessary. "See you around then. I'll try not to get beat up too often." She chuckles softly as she exits the medibay.

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