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We're having a little smidge of a problem in the Med Bay and by smidge I mean there are these little metal shits trying to eat some of the equipment.

[She turns the view to show a couple of the scraplets fighting over something. Hard to tell what it once was, but it's got a cord and it's being gnawed down Lady and the Tramp style between them.]

I need people down her, before they jump on the next course.

OOC: Event log here and plot info here.

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Already here. Any equipment you want especially gnaw-free?

Pretty much anything. Have at it. There are people getting hurt in this mess.

[The bots aren't interested in her now - maybe if she was wearing her suit, they would be, but it's just her and her uniform. But that doesn't mean that having them starting to eat her stasis pod wasn't the most terrifying thing a person could wake up to from a month-long nap.

Now she's relocated to a (non-metal) medical cot, lying down with an arm over her eyes, blocking out the bright lights and getting to grips with being awake - and with the odd sort of weakness that's stolen through her body.]

This isn't what I expected from medical stasis. [It's hard to sound wry when your voice is crackling through disuse, but right now she needs to talk to somebody. It doesn't feel like she's been asleep for a month, but somehow it feels like she's been alone for that whole time anyway.]

It wasn't what I expected either. [Doc Yewll stomps around in the most inelegant of ways, grabbing at scraps of equipment in the floor to toss in the trash.] But woopty doo. Hope you enjoyed the wake up party.

You're dealing with it pretty well, anyway.

[She's impressed by that.]

PS the planet outside will catch fire if you spark anything, so no matches.

[She's trying not to give in to the urge to get up and start helping to tidy the place up - for one thing, Yewll probably won't let her. For another, she's not sure she'd be much help just yet.]

So I guess you didn't hear me screaming when I woke up and saw the--

[But before she can finish, Yewll goes on, and Tali stops...then immediately twists her head to stare, squinting, at the doctor, arm now rather pathetically on her forehead.]

Catch fire?

We're on a planet with a flammable atmosphere! [She says it like Tali just received a grand prize in horrible timing.]

Aren't you excited.

And sadly no, there was a lot of screaming going on. Mostly from me as I was trying to break these things.

[The look Meh gets here is nothing short of incredulous. She even props herself up on an elbow just to properly stare at her, ignoring for the moment her arm shaking under her weight.]

But that--why would we even-- [Why did they go to any of the bizarre, dangerous worlds they've stopped at.] Why don't we ever go anywhere that makes sense?

[She's silent for a moment, lips pursed in thought, then,] How didn't it burn itself up aeons ago?

[She stopped asking these questions about things that don't make sense to her - all the things that back home just plain wouldn't be allowed by laws of nature or physics or common sense. Now she's just been asleep for a month - she's allowed to be incredulous about literally everything.]

I got a few theories on that but I also lack the desire to test them out. Mostly I want to get out of here.

So, should I put out a call to some friends of yours or are you wanting to do that yourself?

Probably the best idea. [She sounds just a little distracted, trying not to think about things like could the engines possibly set off the atmosphere.]

Ah--no, it's fine, I can call somebody. Err... Is it OK for me to go? There aren't any...any side effects of coming out of stasis early or anything?

All your vitals are healthy, so I think you're fine.

But if you start noticing anything unusual? Be sure to come back. You had a lot of work done.

[Doc Yewll isn't familiar with what Curre did, but she does know they would have to address someone's nutrition intake going awry immediately.]

Will do. [...Even still feeling as groggy as she does, she can't help grinning broadly at that, though.]

I'm still not used to hearing doctors tell me I'm perfectly healthy.

[And, because being told she's healthy means she probably shouldn't lie around pathetically, groggy or not, she sits up properly, swinging her legs off the bed.]

Do you need any help? Picking up trash, fixing the equipment...

What is with you people.

Yeah, I'll need some help. After you've eaten and had time to see if there's any ill-effects from it, and after you've spent time at home.

Alright?

[For a moment she looks startled, then smiles before she can stop herself.]

OK, I'll hold you to that.

[She slides off the bed, standing upright. Her legs feel like they don't know what they're doing, but they'll manage.]

Thanks, by the way. For everything.

It's no problem. You're a good kid.

Call someone to come get you and get your cute butt some rest. [She pats Tali on the shoulder, genuinely worried about her.]

[She's never had any reason to even think before about how old Meh is before, but suddenly she's considering it. Much older than she'd have assumed, apparently (or maybe Tali seems a lot younger than she is).]

I'm on it. I'll go rest up after my one-month nap. [Sarcastic as it is, it's of a gentle kind.]

Good luck down here.

Um.

I have a crate lid?

I think you might need a finer sort of weapon than that if you don't want to take the equipment with the things you're smashing.

I've been careful! Ish!

Besides, Cyclonus took my sword! What was I supposed to do?

Just remember the point is to not break the equipment, but the things breaking the equipment.

Squishy people need a little bit of finer detailing when their parts are reattached. This is sort of important for that.

Yeah that's what Anakin said...

I wouldn't hurt you guys though! I can be careful!

[ Ed's been busy trying to keep away from these things himself, but he isn't one to turn down a cry for help, especially in his own department in a way. so, looking a little more cautious than usual, he appears in the doorway and claps his hands together, a piece of the floor bending up and smashing a handful of the scraplets into the floor, perhaps damaging them. alchemy is useful, at the very least. ]

They're gonna keep coming unless we can surround this room with something that's not metal, they're chewing through everything! [ he even has to give a grunt in frustration as one of them tries to go for his automail arm. ]

[She flips up one of the floating gurneys and pushes it up against the door.]

I hear you, Slick, but I can't think of what we can use yet. And they happened to catch our resident magicians out and about.

Oh, great!

[ ugh he hates these things. they are drawn to metal, though, and he can at least draw some of them. he uses his alchemy to transmute his arm, creating a long, sharp wedge of a blade on the top of his arm. he moves to the scraplets that are visible and attacks them, trying to tear through them with the blade. it works on one, but just gets the other's attention. ]

I can try to get these. There are more out there, though aren't there?

Yeah, hell if I know where they're coming from. But yeah, there is a ton.

Which means as soon as someone is down here that doesn't have an artificial arm that can help handle it, I want you out of here. [She thumbs towards the door she just half-ass blocked.]

I know you want to help but they're chasing you. You need to get to safety and not get eaten. Right now there's a giant target on your back, you won't be able to do anyone any good if you lose that arm and you're leading them in here without meaning to.

Edited 2016-03-29 15:57 (UTC)

You know, I feel like I owe you. I can do that by stomping on these things and swearing loudly. Deal?

[a beat.]

Um. Delicately. Away from the important, life-saving machines.

You boys should see if you can help lure them out. Right now, with these things in here, we can't support some of the injured. We need to get them out of this area.

...Yeah! I can. Do that. I can do that. I'll come down now. Do you have anything cold in there? Spray it on them, in the meantime.

Thanks sport. You're a life-saver. Possibly literally in this case.

...Yeah, speaking of life saving, I'm giving you official first pick of my scraps if they overwhelm me. It's the least I can do.

[he really likes you, meh.]

If you let them overwhelm you I'll make a toilet out of those scraps. So be sure to hold yourself together.

[She likes you too, and knows other little people on board that knows how important robots are.]

And deprave you of a toilet? Whatever that is? I'll try to power through it.

[he gunfingers at the feed then cuts it, to show up about ten minutes later.]

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