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Re: Rescue - Pacific Ocean (open) « Reply #15 on Aug 19, 2009, 9:45pm »
At first Rainchime was fairly certain the mech was back to himself and going to accept her offer for help. However, she hesitated in confusion as he responded to her question with something grunted in a language she didn't understand. A request for clarification was on her lips just as she noticed his eyes were not seeing her. By then she knew it was already too late. He reared up and was pushing her away before she could take a step back.
“Slag it all! Do you have a death wish or something? Get away from me!” Ronin shouted fiercely.
Startled, Rainchime fell back from the combined force of his shout and the swat to land heavily on the ground with an 'Oof'.
"Ok, ok! It's ok!" She soothed pulling away from him, holding up her hands in supplication as he yelled. Though his reaction was fierce she could still sense the underlying apprehension behind it. "I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not afraid of you. I really don't think that you're going to hurt me. I'm sure you could, but you haven't and I don't think you will. “ She looked him straight in the eyes and continued calmly, sure to keep her voice slow, smooth and low, “You are injured. It’s nothing life threatening, but if you leave it as it is, it might become that way. Your injuries will not heal correctly on their own. I’m a medic, and I know this to be true. Now, ” She held out a hand to him as one might offer a hand to a hurt and growling dog. “Now, I need you to trust me. Please come here and let me help you.”
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Re: Rescue - Pacific Ocean (open) « Reply #16 on Aug 19, 2009, 11:01pm »
Ronin shifted off his knee and more in a crouching position, balancing his weight evenly on both legs. He eyed the extended hand carefully, debating whether or not to accept the encouraging gesture.
“Now, I need you to trust me. Please come here and let me help you.”
Trust. A concept still foreign to him. He never trusted those that were strangers to him if he did not know their motives. Even more so he did not completely trust himself around those he considered innocent. The latter being the reason now. Ronin wasn’t completely sure how he’d managed to open up (or when for that matter) to Cha’delk, it just happened. Grasping that train of thought, Ronin made up his mind.
The space fighter hesitantly reached out, gently gripped the lithe hand, and shakily stood to his full height, wincing from jarring his injuries. ‘Cha’delk trusts me…so I must be ready for when he needs me, especially now.’ Ronin pondered. He looked back at the medic, radiating patience and concern, willing to help him despite his earlier actions.
“For..forgive me..” Ronin said quietly, shame appearing on the otherwise stoic mech, as the words dragged slowly themselves out. “I’ve… not been myself lately. Could… we go somewhere…away from the crowds?”
Perhaps that first part was not quite true, as the assassin was a part of who he was, despite his denial. If Ronin were to ever truly accept that part of him, he probably wouldn’t have worry about losing himself to it.
Before leaving the observation deck, Ronin asked Rainchime, “How did you know not to resist when I attacked you earlier?”
"I'm the mech next door, I'm the stranger in passing, I'm the one with a gun a pointed at you, I'm the one protecting you in laser fire, I'm no one, for I don't know myself."
Joined: Jan 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 25 Karma: 5
Re: Rescue - Pacific Ocean (open) « Reply #17 on Aug 19, 2009, 11:52pm »
Rainchime gave an internal cheer when Ronin finally took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She had been slightly afraid that she might have misjudged his character, but was relieved to find that her faith and patience had paid.; off.
“For..forgive me..” Ronin said quietly, shame appearing on the otherwise stoic mech, as the words dragged slowly themselves out. “I’ve… not been myself lately. Could… we go somewhere…away from the crowds?”
"Its ok, I understand," she responded, not unkindly, "Please don't concern yourself with it. And yes, we can go somewhere more isolated, but I need to stop by the medical to pick up a few things. I want to flush those wounds on your wings before sealing them."
She walked beside to him as they left the deck, but was sure to leave the black and silver mech a large bubble of personal space. She figured he would appreciate the space and that it would make him feel more at ease. She still didn’t know his triggers and really didn’t want to set him off again. She hoped she could gain this mech’s trust eventually.
“How did you know not to resist when I attacked you earlier?”
She couldn't help but laugh a little sheepishly, "I told you, I've had experience with jumpy mechs..." her optics caught her over turned energon cube as they passed it and she slowed down slightly, "Oh....well, there's my lunch..." she murmured sadly but full of resignation. She’s just have to get another one later…probably after the rescue operation; she was certain that the medical wing would be in need of help once she was done with her current charge.
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Re: Rescue - Pacific Ocean (open) « Reply #18 on Aug 20, 2009, 1:05pm »
Ronin released an uneasy sigh at the medic’s reassurance. He still couldn’t be sure this incident would be over looked. However there was little he could do right now.
Making their way slowly through the mobile platform, he was not unaware of that they were taking a longer route to the medical bay, but was more open and with less traffic. Ronin gradually became more grateful to the femme who was more considerate of him than most medics.
She couldn't help but laugh a little sheepishly, "I told you, I've had experience with jumpy mechs..." ..."
‘Really,” the flyer thought, ‘the question though is how well you can recognize a mech’s function.’
Noticing that Rainchime had stopped and diverted her attention to an object on theground, Ronin bearly caught her nearly indistinct words.
"Oh....well, there's my lunch..."
Reaching into a sub-space pocket, Ronin withdrew an untouched and oddly colored purple energon cube, “Here,” he offered, uncertain. “I usually carry an extra one on me.”
The replacement cube was the least he could do for all the trouble. Ronin’s cold hard façade then slipped naturely into place as wet soap in human hands.
"I'm the mech next door, I'm the stranger in passing, I'm the one with a gun a pointed at you, I'm the one protecting you in laser fire, I'm no one, for I don't know myself."
Joined: Jan 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 25 Karma: 5
Re: Rescue - Pacific Ocean (open) « Reply #19 on Aug 20, 2009, 5:02pm »
Rainchime was startled by Ronin’s offer and, since the immediate danger was gone, her innately modest nature resurfaced.
“Oh! Well! T-thank you, but you don’t have…” She stuttered, but found the cube in her hands never the less. “Thank you,” she said shyly, embarrassed by the gesture. She knew he was only trying to repair the damage from his outburst, but Rainchime still felt self-conscious accepting the gift.
She held the cube awkwardly in her hands a moment before deciding simply staring at it would be rude. A shy smile graced her mouth as she raised the cube to her lips with the full intention of only taking a cursory sip to show her approval and saving the rest for when she could eat without scrutiny. However timidity evaporated once her sensors perceived the energon in her mouth.
The energy “tasted” different than the energon she was used to, and she couldn’t help the short wince and it filled her mouth with its heady, thick “taste”.
“Oh!” she said, pulling the cube away from her face to really look at it, “This is good!”
The energy in the cube was purple like most energon was, but it shimmered differently, its iridescence giving it a slightly silver sheen when rotated. She hadn’t tasted or seen anything like it before.
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Re: Rescue - Pacific Ocean (open) « Reply #20 on Aug 23, 2009, 2:13am »
Ronin merely nodded at Rainchime’s examination of the energon. “Home brewed,” he said as they prodded on to the medical facilities. The hustle and noise increased significantly as they approached the main hub of the medbay. Ronin instinctively slowed his pace upon reaching the noise barrier, preferring to stay back until the medic could retrieve her supplies.
Before the duo could proceed any farther, a small, lithe form scurried in front of them, practically bouncing off the black and silver flyer’s pillar-like legs in its hurry. The small alien glanced up, eyes squinting in recognition at the sight of the familiar transformer. Ronin’s features soften slightly and knelt down to greet it, except the anxious amphibian beat him to the punch.
“By Serpentor’s warts, Ronin! Am I ever relieved to finally have found you?” Exclaimed the amphibious alien, who was none other than Cha’delk, owner of Tri-Star Trading. His colors were dull and his neck sail ruffled from time to time due to the worry and stress brought on from the crisis. He spoke with a wheezing voice, “The rescue staff told me you were here, but no one had seen you for sometime. Which really I’m not surprised by, since you do it all the time off-duty. By the way the Operations Director mentioned you did a good job narrowing their search down, otherwise they’d still be spread out in all directions and they might find the first of the lifepods shortly. Oh, I do hope all of the crew is safe! The company hasn’t suffered a disaster this bad since-“
The merchant halted his ramble mid-sentence, when he noticed Ronin winced and the burns on his wings became visible. “Good gracious, Ronin, forgive me! I wasn’t aware you sustained injury as well and here I am prattling way!” he trilled, before Ronin could interject to reassure him. “How severe is it? Must I arrange for replacement armor brought here right away?”
Ronin held up his hand to hold Cha’delk’s attention, sighing, “We are heading to the medbay now. The armor’s burnt through several layers. I can fly once they are patched, but interstellar travel is impossible with replacements. Nothing to worry about.”
“Praise Serpentor, for small mercies,” Cha’delk replied, shaking his head in relief. “I can’t afford to lose you Ronin, not after this accident. I know you don’t like depending on others, but you mean too much to me and the crews. So, please, Ronin, I implore you, don’t think your well-being any less important and inform me right away next time. I would be a terrible employer if I wasn’t concern of all of those who were my responsibility.”
Taken back by Cha’delk address, Ronin merely nodded in respond. He was quite surprise by the merchant’s straight forward concern. Satisfied, the amphibian turned to the transformer beside his employee, stating, “My dear, you are a medic are you not? Ronin’s armor is specially treated to withstand the dangerous of space. So, we carry extra components on hand just in case. However, it’ll take some time to bring them here given the circumstances.”
"I'm the mech next door, I'm the stranger in passing, I'm the one with a gun a pointed at you, I'm the one protecting you in laser fire, I'm no one, for I don't know myself."
'Home brew?’ Rainchime thought to herself. ‘I wonder if that’s supposed to mean ‘High Grade’…' she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to memories concerning a certain group of mechs and their raucous parties. ‘I don’t feel any sort of extra charge, well not much of one anyway. It feels ‘clean’ more than 'strong. Humm, maybe it’s just composed of a different compounds than normal Energon.’
As they approached the noise of Medical, the medic made a note to herself to ask Ronin about the energon later. For the time being she needed her mind on her job. She noticed Ronin slowing down and was about to tell him he could wait for her outside when a little alien ran smack into the larger mech's legs.
Rainchime couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at her face plates as the two began to speak. The big mech was obviously fond of the little alien; she could see it in the gentle manner that suddenly enveloped him as he interacted with the little merchant.
‘It’s good he has someone to protect,” she mused to herself. She knew that life became just that much easier for warriors when it was lived for someone else’s sake.
She nodded pleasantly to the Sephoran merchant as he addressed her.
“Yes, I am a medic. My designation is Ranchime and I am the head medical officer for this unit." She gestured to the entrance of the medical center "Ronin and I were actually on our way to get some of my supplies so I could tend to his injuries. The wounds need to be flushed and sterilized first, but I can put a temporary patch on them until the right components can be found for him. I don’t want to take the chance of corrosion setting in while waiting for the right parts.” She turned to Ronin with an apologetic shrug, “But this will mean you won’t be space worthy for a while.”
Turning back to the little alien she gave a short bow, “I hope you find that you and your men are being well cared for. If you need anything, please let me know; I’m not totally of the EDC’s plans, but I can assure you that we will do everything we can for your injured and to make your stay pleasant.”
She nodded her leave and slipped into the temporary Medical center to gather her things.
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Re: Rescue - Pacific Ocean (open) « Reply #22 on Oct 26, 2009, 9:03pm »
Ronin watched the medic as she zigzagged between rescue crews and then entering into the Sea Cow’s improvised med bay. He tentatively sat upon a stack of supply crates to rest, until Rainchime returned from her errand.
“A rare one, that one there is indeed,” Cha’delk spoke, in a nodding gesture. The Sephoran merchant’s strained wheezing eased into a lighter and slower breathy twitter, “I have seen many rare treasures in my travels, but none so precious as the compassion people show in great times of need.”
Ronin knew the merchant was referring to the circumstances of their first meeting. However, he did not meet the knowing look of the small merchant, rather tilting his head in acknowledgement and staring ahead in the direction of the med bay. Cha’delk frowned slightly, picking up on the flyer’s more than usual withdrawn mood. They were all stretched thin, no doubt about it given the current situation. Yet, it bothered Cha’delk terribly seeing the troubled look upon Ronin’s face, rather than his usual stoic expression.
Placing a dainty three-clawed forearm on the broad black leg, the Sephoran finally brought Ronin’s staring gaze downward. “Whatever it is that troubles you, my friend, know that I will never turn you away,” Cha’delk chirped nasally. “I owe you that much for your help so long ago. That and I believe there is a kind femme willing to listen to your tale when you are finally ready to tell it.
Speaking his piece, Cha’delk shuffled away through the milling crowds, his small stature easily obscured by the scurrying paramedics carrying supplies. Ronin’s gaze followed the merchant’s form as the little amphibian disappeared from sight. ‘You own me nothing, Cha’delk. If anything I owe you for everything.’ Ronin thought. A clear purpose in his life. No strings attached. There were high expectations of him, of course. But Ronin could give of his own free will.
Without realizing it, Ronin had laid his head against the wall and drifted into light recharged for exhaustion had finally caught up to him. All tension momentarily vanished from his body and settled into a peaceful rest.
"I'm the mech next door, I'm the stranger in passing, I'm the one with a gun a pointed at you, I'm the one protecting you in laser fire, I'm no one, for I don't know myself."
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