[Newt puts the datapad and his own tablet down to one side and claps his hands together a little nervously.]
Okay. Awesome.
[Totally not awesome. But winging it. Yeah. That's a thing he could do. It's what he does with most of his subjects, but usually they are less threatening and more dead already. Just think about the brain module, Newty. And less about the hammer.
He motions back to where the loading bay is, hoping to use where the warehouse ends and the lower levelled bay begins as a sort of operating table.]
You wanna go lie down over there? Then I can get this show on the road.
[He waits for Knock Out to position himself, taking the medkit, the datapad and his tablet with him as he moves over to get settled himself, eying Breakdown cautiously as Knock Out administers the--do they call it anaesthesia? He tries not to let the awkward silence get to him as the robot goes into stasis and as he reads over the notes one last time, pulling on the gloves he brought with him so as to not get energon on his hands. He turns on his voice recorder and tucks it into the front of his shirt pocket, as he talks through the date, the subject of the recording, and the procedure he'll be doing, giving Breakdown one last glance before looking back down to Knock Out--who was now fully in stasis.]
Also, can I just say, Ratchet, if you're listening to this and I'm a mushy puddle because you didn't check your damn emails, it's all your fault. Okay? Good.
Here goes nothing.
[Newt starts the process of getting access to the brain module by hitting the pressure release on the back of Knock Out's head, leaning back when the panel slides up. It's a strange looking organ to say the least, but Newt isn't sure what he was expecting exactly. He peers at it for a good moment, running through how he would do things if this was a normal autopsy--remove the wiring, pull the module out to get a better look at it, take it apart--and suddenly Newt isn't sure of how he's going to do this without actually killing Knock Out. He flexes his fingers, glances down at the instructions one last time before plunging his hands into the large cranium, hoping there's some sort of obvious chip lodged in that he'd be able to feel. Surely whoever put it there wouldn't be as smart as he was when it came to this sort of thing. So maybe they hardwired it into a spare port? He bites his lower lip and glances at Breakdown, before running his fingers carefully over the organ.
no subject
Okay. Awesome.
[Totally not awesome. But winging it. Yeah. That's a thing he could do. It's what he does with most of his subjects, but usually they are less threatening and more dead already. Just think about the brain module, Newty. And less about the hammer.
He motions back to where the loading bay is, hoping to use where the warehouse ends and the lower levelled bay begins as a sort of operating table.]
You wanna go lie down over there? Then I can get this show on the road.
[He waits for Knock Out to position himself, taking the medkit, the datapad and his tablet with him as he moves over to get settled himself, eying Breakdown cautiously as Knock Out administers the--do they call it anaesthesia? He tries not to let the awkward silence get to him as the robot goes into stasis and as he reads over the notes one last time, pulling on the gloves he brought with him so as to not get energon on his hands. He turns on his voice recorder and tucks it into the front of his shirt pocket, as he talks through the date, the subject of the recording, and the procedure he'll be doing, giving Breakdown one last glance before looking back down to Knock Out--who was now fully in stasis.]
Also, can I just say, Ratchet, if you're listening to this and I'm a mushy puddle because you didn't check your damn emails, it's all your fault. Okay? Good.
Here goes nothing.
[Newt starts the process of getting access to the brain module by hitting the pressure release on the back of Knock Out's head, leaning back when the panel slides up. It's a strange looking organ to say the least, but Newt isn't sure what he was expecting exactly. He peers at it for a good moment, running through how he would do things if this was a normal autopsy--remove the wiring, pull the module out to get a better look at it, take it apart--and suddenly Newt isn't sure of how he's going to do this without actually killing Knock Out. He flexes his fingers, glances down at the instructions one last time before plunging his hands into the large cranium, hoping there's some sort of obvious chip lodged in that he'd be able to feel. Surely whoever put it there wouldn't be as smart as he was when it came to this sort of thing. So maybe they hardwired it into a spare port? He bites his lower lip and glances at Breakdown, before running his fingers carefully over the organ.
Can't stop now. Or else it's hammer time.]