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come one come all to newts chop shop

Who: Newt Geiszler, Kit Peddler and YOU
Where: Newt's clinic in the shady part of China town that Newt sort of lives in.
When: Pretty much whenever. The clinic is open five days a week, and this is a catchall.
What: Newt's clinic is still open for all wayward aliens, robots and cyborgs to be seen to without questions for free. Kit is his rude secretary hacker who is also pretty good (better) at fixing up the cyborgs.
Warnings: Bullshit science and Newt is a warning on his own, but will update if medical stuff happens.

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[Myaxx isn't completely sure something's wrong - actually, she hasn't noticed any signs that anything is. But, on the other hand, she's spent the past couple months on an alien planet after crash-landing in an escape pod, and if something is wrong, maybe caused by the stasis systems on the pod, or the crash, or something about the planet itself, she'd really rather know.

So, having arranged with Vanessa for her to get to this clinic, she hurries from car to door as quickly as she can, nervously adjusting the goggles covering her eyes (she really hopes that this disguise is actually effective enough to keep attention off her until she gets inside - she's not really sure, but covering every inch of her skin better have been worth it). She ducks inside, probably not looking nearly as inconspicuous as she would like to.]

[Yeah, she's not exactly inconspicuous at all, and when Newt glances up at the door opening he can't help but stare. Oh my god please be alien. He likes helping cyborgs but his work has been getting so repetitive lately that he serious needs a challenge.

Myaxx has interrupted Newt halfway through a box of chow mein, apparently with his afternoon all free of appointments, and after he's finished staring a lote, he slurps up the limp noodle in his mouth and swallows, clearing his throat.]

Uh, hey there. Can I help you?

Possibly.

[She seems to examine Newt, giving the impression of being fairly unimpressed - but then, she often gives that impression regardless of what's actually going through her head.]

To put it dully - I landed here recently, unexpectedly, and I have no idea if I've been injured in any way.

[She pauses, then reaches up to pull back her hood and take off the goggles and facemask.]

For obvious reasons, I doubt that most of the regular doctors here would have any idea how to tell.

[Landed. Oh yes. He immediately abandons his late lunch, and stands up out of the wheely chair just in time to see Myaxx pull off her conspicuous disguise, and Newt finds it hard to not let his knees wobble. He's never seen anything like that before, and his eyes widen with curiosity and excitement, his tongue just peaking out to wet his lips before he speaks.]

Oh. Wow. Wow. You're amazing. [He goes over to get a better look, trying not to stare because he knows most cultures think that's rude.] And yeah, no. But, I'm not sure if I'll be able to either. I've never come across anything like you before.

[Face tentacles.]

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Uh. Thanks?

[She'd known Earth was relatively isolated, and she hadn't really expected him to have seen Chimera Sui Generis in particular, but wow.]

Yeah, I guessed as much. So far as I know, my species hasn't exactly spent much time in this particular corner of the galaxy. [And there's another hint of condescension, this time apparently directed toward Earth as a whole. Clearly Myaxx is the absolute best at talking to people who she wants help from.]

But, if you can determine that nothing is glaringly, unquestionably wrong, and get a few vital readings - however much that'll work with what you've got - that would be better than nothing.

[he does pick up on that condescension, and he looks a little put out by it, huffing before he continues.]

Dude, that's a shame. As corners go it's like, the best one.

[He scratches at his stubble, looking her up and down before jumping back around to his desk to grab his tablet, opening a new document named 'Face Tentacles' so he can take notes as they go.]

Well, uh. I'd first have to know some stuff about you. Like, what's your normal. I can run some blood tests--I mean, assuming you have blood--and give it a look over, but unless you know what I'm gonna be looking for this is sorta gonna be difficult.

[he taps away at his tablet.] Good thing for you, I love challenges.

[She nods. The fact that he's not assuming this is going to be easy strikes her as a good sign - it at least means he's probably not completely incompetent.]

I should be able to assist there. I may not be a physician, but I do have some biological knowledge. Speaking of which - yes, I do have blood, so that's something to start with.

[he mentally is kicking himself for not having access to a CAT scan machine or even X-Rays because he'd be it would be really fascinating to take a look inside without being intrusive.

He hums at the back of his throat and makes a few initial notes, (appearance, colour, anything notable at this stage) before grabbing his tape recorder, messing with it for a moment and then looks at her again.]

Okay, awesome. You got any idea what I'm gonna be looking for specifically? Are you carbon based, or something else entirely? What kinda respiratory system are you working? Do you have specific organs, like a digestive tract, heart and circulatory system, or we talking Skrull level of who the hell knows what's in there?

Carbon; respiratory system is similar to yours, assuming my knowledge of human anatomy is accurate, at least in that I breathe air, have lungs, and so on. Organs are distinct, and I assure you, my species has very little in common with Skrulls.

[Except the aggressive imperialism, but that's a recent thing okay]

[he gives a small grin, before tapping on his tablet.]

Hey, that's good to know. Skrulls need to be outliers because we need more shape-shifting world conquerors like a hole in the ozone. [he laughs a little at his joke before looking back up at her.]

Oh man, I don't even know your name. Or your gender--if you have one I guess, pronouns are always weird when you're dealing with aliens.

My name's Myaxx. [Might as well go with her real name here; relatively knowledgeable about aliens or not, she doubts this human has picked up any news of arrests taking place on the other side of the galaxy.]

"She" will work, assuming that translates right. [Okay, it seems to have worked, no error messages or anything at least.] What about you? I'm... not sure about human genders yet, either.

I'm Newt, but you probably already know that if you're here for my help.

[he gives her a small grin before shrugging.] I'm a "he" but there's pretty much a whole bunch of genders here. Mostly people go with just "She" or "He" pronouns, but there can be more than that.

Got it. [If Myaxx were more interested in human culture she may be willing to keep discussing the subject, but as it is she doesn't really give a crap beyond what she needs to know to get by here.] So, how do we get started here?

[If Newt picks up on that, he doesn't say anything. He adds a few more notes to his document, and looks at her again, frowning.]

Well, what d'you think is actually wrong? That'll be a good start.

That's where things get difficult. [Yeah here's the embarrassing part.]

I'm not actually sure. Recently, I went through a... potentially hazardous situation to get here; there's a chance I may have been injured somehow and not noticed it.

My primary concern is that something could have happened when... well, when I crashed here. [Might as well be honest about that.] And the last thing I need is for injuries I didn't know I had to start flaring up unexpectedly.

[Newt tilts his head and scratches at his stubble with a frown.]

Well, uh. That's not a whole lot for me to go on. 'Specially since I don't know your anatomy. But I guess we could do a full check up and go from there?

Sounds like as good a plan as any. [Actually the best plan would involve someone who was familiar with her species to begin with, but that wasn't really a possibility here.]

[Good thing for Myaxx that Newt is pretty quick on the uptake. He goes back around to the desk to root around for the equipment he might need. She looked reptilian--or maybe amphibian?--so he figures her skin shouldn't be too hard to pierce to draw blood. He could take it to Mintaka and run some tests on it tomorrow morning before he started on his actual work.

But he could at least get some generic measurements and examine her, right? Easy.]

So, tell me about your planet.

Murray? Eh, not much to tell, I guess. Last time I was there, it was pretty okay - lots of swampland compared to here, a few deserts. Had some decent-sized cities. Not the highest-standing planet in the galaxy, but it had some stuff going for it. [She gives a soft hiss of disapproval.] Granted, that was ages ago. I doubt it would even be recognizable these days.

So d'you live mostly under water? What's the atmosphere comprised of? Just so I can get a better handle on your biology amd stuff.

[he pauses.] Warring world, huh?

Near it, usually. Sometimes effectively right on top of it, but not under. Except for some who've got gills, or are willing to get subaquatic breathing implants. [She makes a vaguely disgusted face. Guess who DOESN'T have gills and ISN'T willing to get breathing implants. She doesn't trust those things.] And the atmosphere is... pretty similar to this one, actually. We've got a little more nitrogen and carbon dioxide, I think.

[She makes a noise that sort of resembles some kind of angry laugh.] You could certainly say that. 'Course, lately most of the fighting is against other species - never really meant to go anywhere, just kept up kind of a reputation for ourselves. Until Vilgax showed up. [The name is practically spat out, like she's trying to get it out of her mouth before his Vilgax-ness infects her or something.]

[He laughs at the face she pulls and adds more notes to the little file he's got open for her.] I'm guessing you don't got gills, huh?

[he nods, tapping away.] Can you breathe normally? Or do we need to get you something to help the levels of gases?

[He then pauses to lean back in his chair, watching her as she continues to talk. Learning about alien history is just as important as their biology. It helps you know how to interact and what to expect from them.]

Vilgax?

Breathing hasn't been a problem so far; I guess the levels are similar enough not to be an issue. I doubt the atmosphere will be a problem, unless there's some kind of pathogen floating around that I don't know about. [Once again, she has no reason to believe that so far, but you never know okay.]

Vilgax. [Is she even capable of saying this guy's name without sneering? Probably not.] He first came into power... some time ago, maybe twenty cycles? Kept going on about "putting Murray on the galactic map", pretty typical stuff. But then that started moving toward "crushing all who opposed us", and I guessed that "us" would become "him" before too much longer, so I got off-planet while I could.

[She waves a hand dismissively.] Turned out I was right, surprising no-one. People call him Vilgax the Conqueror these days; he's made our species more enemies than we ever had before he showed up. Oh, and I don't think I mentioned - the planet's called Vilgaxia now. [Her voice has taken on that particular tone of someone who's past the point of being ticked off about something and is pretty much perpetually shaking her head in irritated disbelief.]

[he listens intently, occasionally tapping away at his keyboard to add important information. A red flag waves around in his head the more she talks about Vilgax, and it's probably information CONDOR should have access to. Not that he could--all these sessions were technically protected by doctor patient confidentiality, even if the rules could be bent because the patients aren't exactly human.]

What is it with these guys and their egos? Naming an entire planet after yourself? What's he compensating for? [he offers her a short smile, but knows it probably won't be appreciated.]

What kind of potential does he have to like, invade earth? Is that something I need to make a report about or are we good?

[It isn't. She looks vaguely confused and also a little unimpressed - almost like she just heard a joke she didn't really get but assumes wasn't very good.]

I wouldn't bother. [Said just a little too quickly - the idea of reporting to CONDOR is still kind of outside what she'd be comfortable with. She really does doubt Vilgax will show up, though.] Too out of the way, and last I heard he was kind of busy to be worrying about far-off little planets like this.

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