4244tubing/Unboxing a Golem

Unboxing a Golem
Date of Scene:	22 June 2016
Location:	The Citadel - Medical
Synopsis:	Taro, Kari Wolf and Ferham head down to the dark holds medical bays to help No. 9 AKA GOLEM KING out of his healing pod.
Cast of Characters:	269, 276, 399, 516

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No. 9 (269) has posed:
    Knock knock. Who's there? Property damage-

    One of the negatives of being completely fucking flipping batshit insane. For all the smile and the nice and the amicability, he's still the kind of damaged goods that tinkle when you shake the box, and though he intellectually understands that medical equipment equal hella expensive, it don't always mean that he can /hold/ onto little details like that. Like not breaking expensive things because the parts that need to be out of the close in dark space with all the wires doesn't always listen to the more, human, side. Though it could be argued that that part is perfectly human too.

    There's the sound of the odd intermittent tink, BANK and *dwoing* of expensive machinery being cautiously brutalized, somewhere in the medical bay. It's like an egg hunt! With a particularly... noxious egg. Like someone left this one a bit too long out in the sun? Yeahh...

Taro (399) has posed:
    Taro is going to have certain words with whoever it was that last handled Nine without sending a memo to the Golem's personal physician. Namely, him. He has, at least, narrowed the search down to one of the Long Term Recovery wards. Presumably Nine had fallen into torpor again, a known 'issue' and/or 'feature' with Golems, though again, no one thought to tell him.
    Taro's inwardly seething, though his expression is only a little darker than usual. Expressing his displeasure toward Kari or anyone else would be unproductive at best. Besides, finding Nine in this maze is more important. Lights flicker on as cross the threshold into the room filled with rows upon rows of podbeds. Well, perhaps 'rows' would be a bit generous, as the powering machinery is so tall, broad, and cumbersome that neat rows aren't likely. 'Clumps' of podbeds is more like it.
    He glances to Kari. "Could you move higher?" he asks, gesturing toward the ceiling. "You could see more from up there than I from down here."

Kari Wolf (276) has posed:
    Kari hasn't mastered flying yet, but she jumps high enough with her Dire Wolf armor. She clambers her way up with the monstrous claws of that armor, visor showing all sorts of heat sources and light enhancement things. The shinki can be heard clambering around the things in the ceiling like some horrible alien monster from one of the movies she likes to watch.
    "There's something over by the ventilation shafts, Taro." She radios to the reploid.

Ferham (516) has posed:
     There is the sound of clicking heels as Ferham accompanied Taro down to medical bay area, helping to look for their good friend--Golem King, as Ferham referred to him affectionately. She called him No. 9 as well, of course, but there was something about the title she fancied. Her heeled boots made echoing click-clacks on the walls of the seemingly mausoleum-like large open space, with what looked like pods and tubes set here and there like graveyard monuments. It was just a bit spooky, to tell the truth.

     Then there was the noise of metal being dented and crushed, which broke the gloomy atmosphere of the place. "I'll find him," Ferham mutters softly as her red wings slid out from behind her back and the armored valkyrie femmebot rose up into the air, several feet off the ground and hovered away--head darting here and there as she scouted the isles.

No. 9 (269) has posed:
    Binp. Bomp. CRRRRRRRRRR*EAK*kkkkk. And then there's shuffling and scuffling, the odd sizzle and crackle, and somewhere, somewhere nearby there's the faint smell of- is that the cheery scent of sizzling electronics?

    Miiiight be.

    That's probably the one- the one that's shaking. The one that's starting to smoke. A bit. Around the corners.

Taro (399) has posed:
    Taro can fly, but he's not in his armor, thereby leaving him grounded. Still, between Kari and Ferham, there are enough eyes above to help guide him through this maze.
He glances up to get a better look as to where the ventilation shafts Kari spoke of thread together, then uses that in part, as well as keeping half an eye on the direction Ferham is flying, to find a path across the floor in the right direction.
    Granted, the noise helps, too.
    Is that..something smouldering. Lovely.

Kari Wolf (276) has posed:
    "There's something burning over there..." Kari says, pinging the smoking ventilation shaft via some transmitted coordinates. The thermal visor is coming in handy, even though she's not used to using it. The shinki hops on over that way via the ceiling. From there, she finds the upper half of the pipe or duct (it's a big thing if it has Nine inside...) and peels it open with her gauntlets, and sticks her head inside for a look.

Ferham (516) has posed:
     Ferham raised a brow and casually waved her gloved hand in front of her wave, catching the scent of ozone and cooked electronics. "Golem King... you there?" Ferham intoned, peering out into the gloom lit only by utilitarian lights from over head. She could see why this place ticked Taro off--it was like a warehouse, or some kind of messy repair garage, rather than some place meant for actual /medical/ service.

     "Think we might have fire, if anything's burning I'll put it out," Ferham had her ways with that, there was a reason a built-in cryogenics system was handy with combustibles.

No. 9 (269) has posed:
    Pekaboo! That's a fist through the lid. A gleaming metallic hand, which curls into a fist and tries to pull back inside, with many a shower of sparks. The hand finally withdraws, and there's the faint gleam of those crazy mitochondrial eyes staring out from the flashes and black inside the pod. "Nope. No King here. Nope nope nope." A glance, catching sight of Taro- and then there aren't any eyes anymore, and a low mumble. "I uh eh uh, hello, hi. I seem t' have punched a hole in this, um, yeh."

Kari Wolf (276) has posed:
    There's nothing there. Just a bunch of cables. Okay. Kari climbs down the cable duct to see Number 9 punch his way out.
    "Hi Mister Nine!"

Taro (399) has posed:
    "Thank you, Kari, Ferham." His words are a bit clipped, but Taro's irritation isn't directed at them. He follows her ping to where the wispy smoke is being drawn into the ventilation, steps hastening as the sounds of medical instrument abuse grow louder and more insistant.
    Then, Nine puts a hole clear through the protective dome of the pod in he's been resting, and he almost regrets the additional reinforcements he made to the Golem's cybernetic arms during that last upgrade. Almost.
    The android priest gives a small huff, then steps forward to unlatch the holed dome. "Yes. So you have."

Ferham (516) has posed:
     Ferham blinks and recoils back a bit from the sudden, over-sized hand that punches through the lid of the healing pod, but she wasn't alarmed, she realized who this was, after all. She does hover a little higher so she can look down into the hole and at those eyes peering out at them, however.

     "It's not like I'm going to hurt you, you know," Ferham hovered back away after catching sight of those eyes in there, before her heeled feet touched down on the dusty floor of the repair bay, her wings sliding back behind her. "How are you feeling, 9? Are you alright?" she asked, her voice deep, feminine and just a tad on the sultry side. She could seem gentle when she wanted to, after all. Or just pleasant.

No. 9 (269) has posed:
    A flinch and a twinkle. "I- hey KariKari, how're ya doin?" A pause, the eyes tracking around, before settling on Taro once more. The tone is, noted. Noted, and the eyes disappear. A low grating gravelly mumble, like rocks being tumbled smooth. "I uh yeah I uh, um..." silence, and then, low and small, "m's'rry."

Taro (399) has posed:
    The latch was twisted by all of the punching, but Taro is still able to get it undone. It was really only intended to keep the dome in place when closed, though since it can't be reached from within, Nine wouldn't have been able to open it himself even if he'd thought to. The hinges were warped thanks to all those not-so-loving taps, and so rather than gliding open, the dome pops open a few inches, then skreeks to a stop.
    His irritation is becoming more plain, scowl deepening as he slips his fingers under the rim of the dome and begins to pull upward.

Kari Wolf (276) has posed:
    The shinki hops down and alights on No. 9's head, for all intents and purposes giving the King Golem a hug. "I'm glad to see you again Mister Nine!"

Ferham (516) has posed:
     "You're pretty rough with some of our toys," Ferham chided softly, before she stepped back and let Taor get to work. "It's fine though, it's glad you're out of there and feeling better, at any rate," Ferham shrugged and laid a hand on her hip, watching 9. "Do you need any help there, Taro?"

     Ferham would walk up alongside Taro and offer some assistance. Surely her high-performance Reploid strength would be able to help prise the lid of the pod off.

No. 9 (269) has posed:
    The Golem King flinches back from the slice of light with a wince and a bared-tooth sound, somewhere between a hiss and a whimper. Big, hulking, muscled, metalled, dangerous and crazy as all hell, and the damn thing is hiding like a fucking pussy wuss.

    But back in the dark, there's a set of big metal hands that come down careful round the Shinki, the hug double palmed and oh so careful. "Heyaheyaheya KariKari, Big Bro Nummer Nine's bout t' become some form a chowder I'm thinkin." A low half manic chuckle crinkles out of the cyborg, half artificial and half insane. "Yeahyeahyeah, sorry sorry, sorry sorry sorry. Sorry. Mmm mmm mmm, sorry sorry, m, sorry. Mm. Sorry sorry, nngh."

Taro (399) has posed:
    Thanks more to Ferham than Taro (he's designed for dexterity, strength not as much), the pod dome is lifted high enough to free one certain Golem from it. Assuming that Nine wants to escape now, that is.
    "I thought you were still visiting Ten and Seven," he says as he gets his first direct look at Nine. A quick visual check to assure himself that Nine is, in fact, fine. For certain definitions of fine, at least.

Ferham (516) has posed:
     "My apologies, my friend is using a body that's comprised of... well, lets say some older technology, it's not as hardy as I am," Ferham peeled back the door of the pod with her gloved hands, rather easily, like she was peeling open an aluminum soda can, really. "Seems fine to me so far, thankfully whatever he was going through in there seems to have healed," Ferham knew the Golems were engineered to be this way, King had just not had his brain-fried by the process somehow. Well, mostly, anyway.

Kari Wolf (276) has posed:
    Kari helps by punching the lid with her armored gauntlets! Then she points Nine towards the opening. He sounds pretty disoriented, so she's trying to help steer him.

No. 9 (269) has posed:
    A blink, owlish. "Yeah I was. I think I was. I thought I, was? Apparently I um maybe might be might've might just've mebbe possibly fallen 'sleep n'... yeh." A glance around, and he sort of uncoils, playin it all cool. He stinks, even for a given value of Nine, and his skin is waxy and sallow, his eyes even more sunken in then normal. So. Classic Number Nine. He has a seeing eye Shinki though, so it's helping, and he sort of half slinks, half oozes out of his tube, dressed in medical jammies and some hidden but particularly invasive looking tubing. In fact he's sort of licking at one at the corner of his mouth. Cough cough.