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[kaijugrrroupie]

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.

[there's a few thread-starters within, but please feel free to hit this up!! The clinic's location is easy to get a hold of for anyone who needs it and a google search of Newt will reveal that he's actually really great at what he does and has lots of credibility as well as 6 pHDs. Back and Post dating is fine, just let me know!]

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[kaijugrrroupie]

Newt sits there, fidgeting, listening to Baelheit's proposal, offering a few nods to give the impression he's understanding and listening to the conversation without side-lining too much into looking bored.

"Fully involved? Like, more work than just what I do now?" he says, sounding a little apprehensive. Not that he couldn't do it, but he's certainly starting to feel himself stretch a little thin between clients at his clinic, trying to figure out Cybertronians, catch up on everything that's happening in academia and the actual work he's supposed to be doing for Mintaka, and he's not sure more work would really be a good idea. But he's not about to say no to someone who's pretty much saying he's the shit.

"How highly confidential we talking? Like, signing a confidentiality paper and you can sue me if I spill, or we'll find and break your legs if you spill kind of confidential?" he asks, before pausing. "Not that I'm thinking about selling that information, I just kinda wanna know how serious this stuff is before I sign on, y'know?"

[baelhat]

"It is very serious, Dr. Geiszler, and I think I can trust you to treat it as such," Baelheit says with that solemn calm he always seems to carry, leaning forward with his arms resting on his desk. Note how he doesn't exactly answer the question. It's not all that important.

"Regardless, this is the reason we brought you on to our Cybernetics Division. Your expertise is singularly valuable, and could have profound effects on our research. It will require no more of a commitment than what you do now, but you will be considerably more hands-on with the research. Nothing so abstract as mere theory, you see. This is the current core of our research. And make no mistake -- this is critical research, however guarded a secret it may be now. Humanity is on the cusp of a new era...and if we work together, we can help to usher the world into it. We can become much, much more than we are, and you can be a part of that, Dr. Geiszler, in ways you would never have dreamed..."

Baelheit rises then, placing his palms flat on his desk, and the gaze he directs at Newt is startlingly piercing for a man usually so taciturn. Daimon whispers in his mind, urging him on.

"Dr. Frost and I had to be sure you could be trusted, that you could, indeed, commit yourself to the pursuit of knowledge and innovation on behalf of humanity...now, all that is left is for you to decide for yourself. What will you do, Dr. Geiszler?"

[kaijugrrroupie]

He certainly knows how to big up someone's ego.

Newt runs a hand through his gelled hair and considers Baelheit as he continues to talk, making mental notes of how carefully he's skirting around actually saying anything about the research they'd be doing. Only that it would involve working closely with him and Frost, who was sort of a stick-in-the-mud.

"Not to be, uh, disrespectful, or whatever, but I don't really like working on stuff unless it really interests me? How d'you know I won't get bored? What're we talking?"

[baelhat]

Baelheit doesn't smile often -- it's a rare sight, even for those close to him -- but he does now, just slightly, a faint quirk of his lips. He leans forward slightly, the rush of Daimon's voice in his mind climbing higher, knowing this will put them that much closer to their goals. To Baelheit's destiny.

"I assure you, Dr. Geiszler, you are hardly at risk of boredom here. We hired you because</> of your expertise on xenobiology, not in spite of it. Mintaka's primary field of research may be cybernetics, but you would be surprised where those two intersect. Suffice to say, this would present a thoroughly exciting research opportunity for the both of us."

[kaijugrrroupie]

Intersecting xenobiology and cybernetics. He had to be talking about Cybertronians and Newt's interest is certainly piqued. He leans forward, raising an eyebrow, unsure of what he can actually say. Technically what he's been doing at the clinic is classified, since you know. Doctor Patient confidentiality. And he's not about to let Baelheit know he's already had interaction with them. If he didn't know already, that is. But the temptation of learning more about them--without means of doing it on his own at the time--is too great.

"Cybernetics and aliens? Dude, sign me up."

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[baelhat]

Ah, finally. The smile hovers on Baelheit's face for a minute longer, his eyes gleaming with keen interest. Daimon is positively ecstatic.

"So I have your cooperation, then? You will work with Dr. Frost and I on this project?"

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[kaijugrrroupie]

"Yeah, totally. I mean, as long as it's not too shady," he grins, with a short laugh. He's mostly joking. Mostly.

[baelhat]

"Dr. Geiszler, please," Baelheit says evenly, though his eyes glimmer faintly with amusement, as though in on some private joke. "Although we may closely guard our assets and our research, Mintaka Industries has absolutely nothing to hide as far as the quality of our research goes."

Except, you know, his secret cyborg daughter, but whatever. As if Newt would ever find out about that, right.

[kaijugrrroupie]

Cyborg daughter? As if!

Newt waves his hand a little dismissively.

"Yeah, I know! I was kidding. So, when do I get to find out all the gristly details?"

[baelhat]

As if. Yes. Right.

"I'll arrange for your clearance to be raised to full access shortly," Baelheit says, deeply pleased, although it shows only faintly on his face. "But I would like to brief you on the broad strokes of it now. As I know you must be aware by now, via your other lines of work, an alien race known as Cybertronians have established a presence on our planet. And as I am sure you have guessed, Mintaka Industries has, indeed, had contact with them.

"Several months ago, before their presence or even existence was widely known, I was contacted by a Cybertronian seeking medical assistance. I believe he was the first of their kind on this planet, and he was alone -- he had heard of my research in cybernetics and sought me out, hoping I would be able to assist in some way. His name was Starscream."

[kaijugrrroupie]

Newt does actually sit still and listen to Baeheit, mostly because the moment he actually confirms that its Cybertronians they're dealing with, all his attention is grabbed, and it takes every ounce of will not to open his tablet and make notes. He'll remember this.

Starscream? Not someone he'd come into contact with yet, or someone the others had mentioned. "What was wrong with him?"

[baelhat]

"Transformation cog malfunction," Baelheit answers, noting with pleasure Newt's rapt attention. He likes it best when Newt is focused. "The organ that facilitates their ability to change shape. He was modelocked -- stuck in his vehicle mode, unable to revert to his main form, as a result of a skirmish he had been in. He allowed me to examine him, to diagnose the problem, even operate on him -- all in exchange for some very valuable information."

Baelheit taps the datapad in front of him again, bringing up just a portion of the synth-en formula -- what will fit on the screen, anyway. "An unfinished formula -- one which Dr. Frost and I were able to complete ourselves, and to great benefit at that...it is the key to producing a synthetic version of energon, their native fuel, one we now have at our disposal. This formula, and the data I've collected from Starscream since, has led to the genesis of a new generation of cybernetic prototypes at Mintaka."

[kaijugrrroupie]

Focus is exactly what Baelheit has. His fingers are tapping impatiently, still wanting to pull out something to write all is down. He will remember this. It's probably going to be sent to his desk anyway, right?

"Do you have a recording or notes on the operation? I'd like to take a look at that," he says, licking the corner of his mouth. "Do you have biology files on them too? Of what you have so far?"

Newt then looks down at the formula in front of him, scanning is quickly, his brain turning over every compound and element over in his mind. They use fuel, he knew that much, and couldn't engineer it. It had to be mined. But this was different.

Newt looks up from the data pad to Baelheit. "Are we talking living cybernetic tissue here?"

[baelhat]

"Of course, Dr. Geiszler. You have been granted access to all project directories -- once you return to your office you'll be able to peruse them freely."

Baelheit laces his fingers together and leans forward, resting his elbows on the surface of the desk. "Not living tissue, not quite yet, no... For us, synthetic energon remains only an alternative, if highly efficient, fuel source, and the cybernetic designs are modeled after Cybertronian biology but they do not emulate it." Yet, anyway.

"What we do have, however, is a functional prototype based on the Cybertronians' natural ability to change shape...a transforming implant."

[kaijugrrroupie]

"Awesome," he grins, not being able to help how happy he looks at the access he's been given. Seeing that surgery would seriously help his own personal research. It's not like there's a lot of Cybertronians who'll let you operate on them floating around L.A. right now. Or cadavers.

Newt scratches at the stubble on his neck, nodding as Baelheit talks, only half paying attention, his own brain running through possible uses for the fuel, possible applications to cybernetic tissue as well as countless other quick ideas, but his attention is regained when Baelheit finishes.

"--Woah, wait. Did you just say you have a prototype? A transforming prototype? Are we talking a car or a prosthetic, or what?"