An Unexpected Visitor

[Barricade]

"Mutacon?" He had no idea what that meant, but it answered his question. She wasn't his kind after all. Still, needs must. "I am not certain what that means, or what it entails. You have medical training and claim you can help me. That is what I require right now."

He stopped once they were in the bay, which he'd cleaned and salvaged as much of as he could manage. Considering it had once been little better than a storage bay and he'd converted it little by little. Not perfect repairs, but then he wasn't an engineer. He'd done his best and he thought it was adequate enough. "As far as what I have to offer..." He vented. "You're on a heavily armed warship, even if it is half destroyed. Its one of the safest places you can be when you don't have anywhere else to go. You help me then you can choose to stay here, or I'll give you a choice to some of the weapons that are left in the armory. Whichever suits you, femme."

@pulsar

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It was hardly a cutting edge facility. Everything in the medical bay looked old, corroded and decrepit; not nearly as old as Pulsar herself, however. Barricade's apparent lack of awareness of Mutacon powers would serve her well, she believed. Pulsar could get away with just about whatever she wanted with him.

She tapped a finger on her chin, as if trying to make a real decision. "I don't need weapons, so I suppose I'll be bunking here, then." It was hardly what Pulsar would consider a proper reward for her life-saving efforts, but it was better than charity. The Mutacon transformed her right arm into an assortment of various medical tools, like she intended on using them.

"Now, are you ready?"