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Characters: Sepsis, open to Autobots Location: Woods near the scrapyard base, scrapyard base Content Warnings: Possible mild violence Plot Summary: Sepsis is lost and confused on the planet that Optimus Prime's message pinged about. Primus, why did it have to be an organic planet?!
Green pedes sank into soft soil, tufted around by grass. Behind blue glasses, darker blue optics squinted and the femme they belonged to seemed to recoil slightly. She stumbled backward a few steps and suddenly bumped her aft into the ground, her optics tightening shut. Organic planets were confusing and horrifying.
Of course, part of that was because the last time that she'd been on an organic planet, she'd ended up with a system-wide rust infection that had nearly killed her. Not that she was in a swampy area but you could never trust these organic planets and their biomes. Caminus, though socially hell, was at least respectably mechanical, and Cybertron was paradise before it had fallen.
You never got system-wide rust infections on mechanical planets. True facts. Sepsis certainly never got them on mechanical planets.
"Ohhhhh...I should check myself for any open wounds...I sure hope this doesn't turn into an emergency. If it does I'm screwed. I'm screwed, bolted in the aft, and laser-scalpeled." She muttered, shifting her legs to check them over as they tended to be the most common site for her to end up with a small wound that could rust.
Chromia had thought she heard something shrill and worrisome out by Team Bee's 'headquarters', though she wasn't really sure what she'd been expecting. Her trek out to the woods had gone unnoticed, however. She'd spotted the source of the disturbance before the disturbance spotted her. Chromia was hardly a stealthy bot so this was a welcome change of pace for once. Her pink and green friend wasn't all too observant from first glance; Chromia had advanced on them in what very well should have been the femme's peripheral vision, and she'd gone unnoticed. The sound of her footfalls had been muffled by the ambiance of the forest, luckily.
It took her a few long moments of observation before a plan suddenly formed, along with a smile. What she was about to do was downright dastardly and fiendish, only the kind of trick an imp would play on an unsuspecting, pink and vaguely green victim. Chromia slowed her pace as she closed the gap between her and Sepsis, approaching from the rear. Only when the Camien was practically in poking distance did she finally speak, their heads as close as Chromia could manage.
Those words had hit Sepsis' processor hard and she squawked, toppling backward, wings splayed wide and one leg high in the air; in fact, it was the leg she had been obsessively checking over. No rust patches or wounds so far as she knew but she could never be too quick to judge that. Her glasses sat askew on her olfactory sensor when she pulled herself up.
"Be that as it may, you're not a medic. I am. And I just happen to have had medical issues before so I can never be too careful." She paused, the irony of the statement not lost on her. "...and then I get startled by a stranger. Guess I could be a little more careful."
She uneasily dusted grass off herself, grimacing and cringing internally, her optics half-narrowed. However, it wasn't anger or even unease.
No, she seemed to be squinting and leaning in. Delicate digits pushed up the glasses slightly. "Oh thank Primus, an Autobot though. I was beginning to think I had the wrong planet. I mean, this planet is hardly mechanical..."
Mission complete; easy mission too, considering the target lost her sense of balance at the drop of a hat. Chromia didn't fancy getting too close to stealth, but she couldn't lie that using it to scare people was entertaining. Her target was awfully cute too, in a petrodeer in headlights sort of way. And then she decided to start talking. It wasn't the absolute worst voice she'd ever heard, but there was just some distinct hint of condescension in the femme's tone.
Great, a tourist, thought the tourist. Chromia had been on Earth for a whopping two weeks, but she'd never been a bot that needed time to adjust to a new situation or location. Seems this one was still enjoying her first day.
"Nope, this is Earth alright. Bit of a far cry from Cybertron, hun."
"Cybertron, good old Cybertron. War-torn, battle-scarred Cybertron..." She sighed. Of course, Caminus, while a great place to study, hadn't exactly been the best place either. "At least it's not Caminus, huh? No offense to Camiens but I don't have the best of memories of Caminus at times."
She then dusted herself off a little more. It wasn't that she was afraid of being dirty. She just needed to make sure she didn't have any wounds.
"But finally. Earth. Ugh. I know the Autobots need any medics they can get though. I'll brave an organic planet and pray that I don't get some sort of infection." She rubbed her temples. "No offense to folks who like this planet. It's not the planet's fault I'm wary." Her tone seemed a lot less condescending and actually a little nervous. It seemed her false bravado was starting to wear off.
She was right, in some capacity. Caminus wasn't perfect, and on bad days it wasn't even ideal. All that being said, Chromia would've still picked her homeworld over Cybertron any day. She liked not having to trip over old rusted corpses piled in the street from Primus-knows whatever war was being fought that day. She would've thought on the subject a little bit more, if it weren't for the growing ramble ramble sounds coming from the femme across from her.
If her name wasn't a dead giveaway, Sepsis kept throwing around words like infection, and organic. And aft. Chromia pushed the last thought away.
Being on Earth wasn't so bad. All the greenery reminded her of the plants she kept in her office back home, provided she was just looking, and not getting them splattered on her paint job as she drove around. She sensed another growing theme with Sepsis, however.
"Do you like anywhere, even?" she asked. In the approximately five seconds they'd known each other, Sepsis had already provided one hell of an impression. "Sure Earth's organic, but there's no war, or oppressive social structure."
"Sure, if I'm not going to die there or encounter someone I'd...rather not see. You don't think I'll catch some sort of rust infection here, do you? I hear it happens sometimes on organic planets. I mean...oh, no no, not important." She seemed to squint slightly with anxiety. "Sorry if I seem jumpier than a photovoltaic pussycat on molten metal. New planet. Who this?"
She then drew a deep vent. "Sorry! So rude of me. Ugh, you can tell I've been between ships for a while. Sepsis of Vos. General Practicioner Medic."
She folded her hands in front of herself, her optics seeming to dart around nervously. It was almost as though she was trying to avoid Chromia's optics herself. Great first impression, doctor.
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