shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

No, please do tell. Not everything has to be groundbreaking, confirmatory research is very important, too! [Quiet excite with fluttery wings up high, clearly seriously interested in a reply]

 

If that's what'll make you comfortable, sure!

[Butbutbut baby radar. Large baby radar, sure, but. But.

Fussy medic is fussy, even if he's doing his best not to show it.] "Not very groundbreaking's" still more'n I do most nights-- closest thing I do to research is mapping out Insecticon frames, and even that's out of necessity.

...Awright, and a lil bit'a prurient interest, but can ya blame a guy? [He snickers.] Anyway, wanna nerd at us?

 

i mean, indulging it isn't going to make me any better at it either.
But by all means, I would enjoy some nerding [Happy nodding and wing flutters, please join the nerd circle!] Regardless of base motivation behind it [snickers at Wiretap]

 

[Half Life's visor flushes a slightly more vibrant color.]
W-well if you insist, haha.
I had been working on whether one can use pinpointed application of radiation to- uh- help welds set and stuff...
[He bites his lip, just... awaiting the mockery about his name and the research and stuff.]

 

Oh, ionizing radiation? That's an interesting thought, do you have any preliminary data available? [And it really is, after all, it does interact with metal that's right in the name, the applications in field medicing are... please give him data]

 

[his visor flickers in an approximation of blinking]
A-as I said I uh... lost all of my data so... not really? S-sorry.

 

All of it? [Oh noooo wings drop] Well I am sure you can recreate it, if it can't be recovered [Nod nod. It's a setback, but science is a lot of setbacks, he's quite used to that himself] But... even without data, what was your progress like?

 

W-well I didn't have much time between battles and I w-was uh... fifty at the time so... Well! Um. It seemed to have slightly positive influence with um short term exposure on smaller areas... But n-nothign statistically conclusive so-

 

Fifty? Oh you started early. [Wait. Waaaaait] They put you onto battlefield at fifty? [Horrified expression, what in the pits, what in the fragging PITS, that's a a sparkling on a battlefield what the... no. No fuck that. Half Light might find himself suddenly hugged onto Updraft's lap in a very gentle fashion. Whoever's responsible for that can take it up with him now.]
[It takes a moment for the more educated processor functions to actually protest that behaviour] Errr. Are you ok? I'm sorry I can let you go again. [Totally. Probably. He can stop hugging Half Life any time he wants to]

 

[Half Life squeaks a little, petting at Updraft's chestplating with slight alarm.]
I-i'm fine! Mostly! I swear! W-where would I have been if not on a battlefield? T-that's where they use medical equipment...?

 

Pits, dude, they put us on th' battlefield at naught. We're MTOs, whatcha expect?
-this comes from a short, slim flier-type painted sweet pastels, although the paintjob isn't an excellent one-

 

-a medicat pads in- ...Well i sure missed somethin.

 

Skydrop! Y-you shouldn't be up yet- oh wait I forgot, dreamspace...

 

Yeah, recharge is way better'n lyin' awake wonderin' if my wings've fallen off yet.
-he grins, and for a second his wings and torso are covered in hideous burns, the sort of wounds you'd expect from someone caught in an explosion-

 

Please tell me ye got that looked at in real life an now yer out fer healin up.

 

[He's not quite letting go, but loosening his hug a little, enough that Half Life could wiggle away if he wanted to. See he totally has this under control] Well, a hospital for one. Or med school. Or, at that age, pre-school. [He's still not over the 'at fifty' thing]

[This is making it worse, so much worse] I'm assuming that's another thing I missed while sitting in the middle of organic nowhere?

Yes [Distressed wings at Sawbones, like look at that, look at this minibot that's have terrible things happen to him what is wrong with people. He's totally not going to spark onto anyone here, he's got better selfcontrol than that]

 

Medic looked at it! -gestures at Half Life- Medic's the best.

 

I guess. Y'were a 'con? Us too! We deserted. -grins-

 

[Half Life wiggles on Updraft's lap, fussy and uncomfortable at the side.]
C-come over here so I can look you over anyway?

 

-smol catte with dinged up paint pads over- Hi!

Good. -Sawbones looks like she approves-