They call me Mr. Pharmaceutical

@pharmaa

#tagged #//lmfAO

S.O.S.

Thankfully, the wreckage wasn’t to far off from the ship. It was traveling though, albeit slowly, rocking ever so slightly as it drifted through space. Holes riddled the sides as if a battle had taken place, or some vandals just decided to let loose some steam on the poor ship’s remains. Crumbles from the decaying structure remained nearby in almost a ring, creating a minefield of debris. Cyclonus slowed his speed and weaved through the scattered scrap and made a lap around the ship. The engines- or what remained of them- were obliterated. Deliberately, or by whatever seemed to plague the ship, the soldier didn’t know- but either way it seemed precise. ::I agree with Rodimus. Let’s figure out if there is anything alive, before we start wondering wether to show up with roses or a rocket.:: He agreed, looping around from behind the engines and hovering over the aging landing pad before touching down. The metal groaned, not used to supporting any weight, but held tight. Cyclonus transformed, and tamped the ground- it seemed sturdy enough. He looked up to see the Scientist already hovering to land, and lead on to the decaying staircase. ::Alright, We’re on the wreckage Rodimus. We’re going down the old staircase first, and we’ll let you know the floor plan once we get down.::

Once landed on the decaying metal that somehow managed against the test of time and space, Brainstorm took mental filed notes. Regardless of the damage that had been done on it on its initial attack, fresh wounds did not seem to be apart of its recent days adrift. ::This place hasn’t been touched in ages, Rodimus. And I mean not just a few months or years, it’s been a long time since anyone came aboard.:: While not worried or changing his tone, the scientist was now curious as to how that could be. Then again, there could have been a scavenging party moments ago that found nothing and did not l eave a single trace of them being here.

::Weird,:: the captain pinged in, ::but not unusual? Just let me know if you guys can get in that way or not, I’ll be waiting for any new dets.:: Brainstorm stopped for a moment and returned the chatter, ::Dets? … What?:: He looked over at Cyclonus to see if he knew what it meant, only to be returned with a shrug and his back again as he continued on. An exasperated sigh left the Prime, ::Dets. Details? Just get going.:: Brainstorm resumed his walking and followed close to Cycolonus. Well, as close as anyone would want to get to him.

::We can get in this way just fine, it’s just a drop down.:: Cyclonus replied, looking over his shoulder to make sure Brainstorm was close by. He leaped down, and the ship rattled and resettled. Stepping forward to leave room for the scientist to follow, he looked around the room. A giant chunk of the wall and ceiling was gone, giving a nice view the Lost Light in the distance. Cyclonus moved a pedi toward the hole, before it scuffed on the floor. Kneeling down, he dragged his claws across the floor. Telltale stains from some sort of liquid speckled the rough, corroded floor “Hmm. Think you might look at this.” Cyclonus stood upright, letting the other seeker take his place and continued on down the hallways. Old cans of energon still lined a shelf, and aside from knocked over chairs and the like, the place didn’t seem ransacked. :: I think we are the first to be here in a long time. Nothing seems disturbed, whatever happened to the ship...happened fast.::

#rodimusmaximus

Rodimus boofs at the medic. x 10

“What in the world are you doing? You sound...broken.”

Pharma gave a weak smile, and vented out. “I know I don’t say it- or show it like others do. I’m sorry you have to deal with....this.” He frowned, opening his optics to only stare at his own trembling servos a moment before clenching them. “You deserve more than you get.” The Medic was already tired from more contact than he was used to, and was drained. The gilded speedster was worth the stress though, and always will be. “I just want you to know though, Rodimus. More than you know.”

#//ooc #the psycho got some giggles

//I swear all that crack with Rung today was too much fun lmfao

“No, no I’m-I’m alright.” He muttered, holding the Captain close, while every synapse told him to get out. The Medic was visibly fighting himself, at war with his psyche for pushing his own limits. Feeling Rodimus’s grip slip away was a sign he was ruining the moment, and he panicked again. He wanted this so bad, why couldn't he just do it? “Rodi, you know...” Pharma almost whispered, leaning his helm down until it met the other’s with a clank. Closing his optics, his faceplates twisted into a solemn look. “You know I love you, right?”

@pharmaa

“…W-who’s that friend you had?”

“He’s just a little friend of mine. Why, thinking of calling in the favor?”

“…Tell me who it is…then I’ll consider calling it in…”

“Oh.” He grinned. “You’ve probably heard of him, my little friend. Big mech- giant, really. Walking smelter? Four arms? Belly full of smelt? No? Well, he’s quite a good friend. “

“Hah…yeah…nope. Not going to call in that favor. T-thank you though!” He’s just going to do his best not to panic as he walks away.

#rungian-psychiatry #//expect an walking oven delivery soon #lmfao

“Well, seeing as I’m just that good of a friend, I’ve already called him over. I do worry about you, Rung- and there are some out there that could take your ..news and use it against you. Or worse! You never know these days.”

@pharmaa

“…W-who’s that friend you had?”

“He’s just a little friend of mine. Why, thinking of calling in the favor?”

“…Tell me who it is…then I’ll consider calling it in…”

#rungian-psychiatry #//bein in the DJD has its perks

“Oh.” He grinned. “You’ve probably heard of him, my little friend. Big mech- giant, really. Walking smelter? Four arms? Belly full of smelt? No? Well, he's quite a good friend. “

@pharmaa

“…W-who’s that friend you had?”

“He’s just a little friend of mine. Why, thinking of calling in the favor?”

#rungian-psychiatry

S.O.S.

#rodimusmaximus #//he MIGHT make it #//who knows 👀

Thankfully, the wreckage wasn’t to far off from the ship. It was traveling though, albeit slowly, rocking ever so slightly as it drifted through space. Holes riddled the sides as if a battle had taken place, or some vandals just decided to let loose some steam on the poor ship’s remains. Crumbles from the decaying structure remained nearby in almost a ring, creating a minefield of debris. Cyclonus slowed his speed and weaved through the scattered scrap and made a lap around the ship. The engines- or what remained of them- were obliterated. Deliberately, or by whatever seemed to plague the ship, the soldier didn’t know- but either way it seemed precise. ::I agree with Rodimus. Let’s figure out if there is anything alive, before we start wondering wether to show up with roses or a rocket.:: He agreed, looping around from behind the engines and hovering over the aging landing pad before touching down. The metal groaned, not used to supporting any weight, but held tight. Cyclonus transformed, and tamped the ground- it seemed sturdy enough. He looked up to see the Scientist already hovering to land, and lead on to the decaying staircase. ::Alright, We’re on the wreckage Rodimus. We’re going down the old staircase first, and we’ll let you know the floor plan once we get down.::

@pharmaa

Moments like these were rare and few in between and to the heavily affectionate Prime, they were golden. His weight leaned into the Seeker’s as he wrapped his arms underneath the others and around his waist, humming into the hug.

Hesitating a moment, he patted Rodimus’s spoiler and almost laughed the humming. “Not that you need one-” Pharma grinned, “But what’s the reason for such a need all of a sudden?”

“I can give you a million reasons why I needed this, but I’ll just keep it to one. I love moments like these. No one is around to bother us, it’s just you and me, and we can both relax for once.” He looked towards at the touch of his spoiler, not used to anyone touching him there before slowly relaxing into the touch. “You’re getting better at this,” he commented, “The touching bit. It’s nice.”

Almost as if on cue, a message notification buzzed blipped on his datapad, and Pharma laughed. “Well...relax may be a relative term here. I think we may be the two busiest mechs in the whole ship-well, other than the resident scientists- but you’re right.” After trying to strain to see who the message was from, he gave up and settled into the embrace as well. It wasn't until Rodi’s comment that made him realize what he was doing-and still how foreign it was, and tensed in a moment of panic.

“...Yeah. I’m working on it, I am. Just have to get used to it is all...” He hoped he didn’t scare Rodi with his jolt, and forced himself to hold the Captian closer. “I’ll just have to get used to it.”

@pharmaa

Moments like these were rare and few in between and to the heavily affectionate Prime, they were golden. His weight leaned into the Seeker’s as he wrapped his arms underneath the others and around his waist, humming into the hug.

Hesitating a moment, he patted Rodimus’s spoiler and almost laughed the humming. “Not that you need one-” Pharma grinned, “But what’s the reason for such a need all of a sudden?”