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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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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.

[he picks up on her reluctance to report to CONDOR but doesn't say anything. It comes with the alien territory. There's a reason Newt set up a clinic outside the reaches of the government, mostly because he's worked with me before. And they get very scalpel happy very quickly.]

Okay, so no imminent invasion. Cool. Good to know.

[he gets back to the matter at hand, finishes adding notes and pulls on a pair of black, latex gloves that he'd stolen from Fang's tattoo shop last time he was there, and starts prepping a needle and some vials.]

You okay for me to take blood?

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Yeah, sure - though, I'd rather you not get it from my hand, if that's alright. [She's pretty sure that's where humans usually get blood from, though most of her information on stuff like this has come from just keeping in mind whatever she's happened to notice.] I'd kinda prefer to avoid any sort of damage there. Would the arm work?

[he smiles at her, putting together the syringe.] We don't usually take from the arm. Usually the wrist. [he points to where his veins would be on show if it weren't for the tattoos.] Or I guess, anywhere where blood vessels are easy to access through the skin. You have points like that?

Yes. [She pulls back the sleeve of her ridiculous disguise-thing, revealing the bright red armor covering her forearm. After a moment of hesitation, she digs her claws into a couple carefully-located points on the seam of the bracer and starts to press down on the metal with her thumb. Then she stops.]

...How necessary is it to find somewhere with thin skin for this? I mean, you probably could reach the blood from anywhere, wouldn't going through thicker skin work? [She knows perfectly well that that would hurt like hell, and she also knows that it's probably painfully obvious that she's stalling. But most Chimera Sui Generis aren't in the habit of giving other species access to the thinner skin under their armor to begin with, and Myaxx is especially paranoid.]

[He blinks at her, holding the needle expectantly.]

Well, uh. [he looks at the needle he's holing onto.] I mean it's pretty sharp. But if I can't see the blood vessels through your skin there's no guarantee I'll get it first time. It might get painful.

Yeah, that's... about what I figured. [Dammit. Difficulty piercing through to begin with she might've been able to handle, but she really doesn't want to sit here and get stabbed with a needle repeatedly. She is actually not sure that's worth it.]

Okay, just hold on. [She replicates the precise placement of her hand on the seam of the bracer, and this time, opens it up, the seam emitting a series of vaguely-mechanical clicks.

She sets the armor piece aside on the nearest convenient surface, flexing her wrist experimentally and a little uncomfortably before holding up her arm, displaying the clearly-visible veins under the surface of the thin skin.] There.

[Newt watches carefully, trying not to gawk but failing at it pretty miserably. It's all very important background knowledge to have, after all. He glances down at the bracer, wondering vaguely if she'll let him have a closer look or tell him about it, before getting back on point. Right. Taking blood.

He takes her arm carefully and swabs the area clean--not that he knows what is safe to use on her, so for now it's just water--and carefully starts to draw blood.]

You totally covered in armour under there, or is it part of your cunning disguise?

[Myaxx appears to make an active effort not to watch the process, but also keeps glancing over and looking a little horrified. The price she pays for being curious and paranoid.] Not totally. But my species does make a habit of protecting thin skin; a large portion of the surface of our skin is tough enough to be fairly difficult to damage anyway, but... well, there are some areas like this.

And we don't usually allow other species to access them, so count yourself lucky. [Or count her desperate. Same difference.]

[She Does Not Say Anything about the "cunning disguise" comment.]

[He grabs another empty vial as the one attached to Myaxx starts to fill, a look of keen concentration on his face. He knows what he's doing, and he's also fascinated by the new anatomy he's facing. He's pretty excited with all the potential discoveries he's going to make.]

Oh man, I'm so lucky. You don't even know.

[He looks up at her with a cheeky smile, before switching vials, popping the cap on the one he'd just taken.]

[She looks at him with some incredulity.] Just how isolated is this place? It's like you've never seen more than maybe, what, two species from other planets?

[Of course, there are pros and cons to that. One of the major "pros" being that this may bring the chance of her being re-arrested here close to zero.]

[He's got his eyes fixed on what he's doing, shrugging with his free hand.] Yeah. Mostly just species that are trying to invade. We only started getting visits from other worlds about twenty years ago.

Wow.

[A pause, during which she continues Not Looking.]

So, how common would you say invasions are here?

Well, first we had the Alternians. I got involved with CONDOR when I was, what, like eighteen? To help figure out their biology to find out if we could use it against them. I don't think they were expecting us to have so many superheroes or kid-genuises, because we won that war. For now anyway. We even have a coupla Alternian refugees on planet.

[he pauses to press a cotton ball against Myaxx's skin, reaching to grab her hand to hold pressure against the ball so he can withdraw the needle.]

Press here? Good. And then it was the Skrulls. We're not really sure how long they've actually been here, since their makeup means they can blend in and do recon really easily without being detected. I mean, obviously we do get visists from peaceful planets, and we're not exactly slaves to alien overlords either. Aliens underestimate Earth a lot.

[Myaxx listens carefully and thoughtfully (other than a moment of confused indignation when he reaches for her hand, because excuse you she did not say you could do that), nodding slowly when he finishes.] Well, good for you for not being taken over, I suppose. Humans do seem to display an... unusually wide range of abilities.

[He figures if he's taking your blood, holding your hand isn't exactly going to be an issue here.]

Yeah. CONDOR has a whole facility researching that, and has for years. I'm just the alien guy.

[Unfortunately he did not account for just how twitchy Myaxx is. It is very important to note that she agreed to having a needle jabbed into her arm, not to contact between your hand and her hand.]

So they've just got one person focusing on interplanetary interactions? Wow. Guess it's good for us that at least you're around, then.

[It's not really presented as a compliment so much as a statement of fact, but hey. Take it or leave it.]

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