Kinetic and Typhoid

Kinetic and Typhoid

Kinetic, Nightgaunt, Typhoid

2007

Luminous TP

As Logged by Typhoid - Wednesday, June 06, 2007, 10:14 PM

Cobra Base - Medical Services

First and foremost, this large building serves as Cobra's infirmary.

Many examination rooms line the hallways, while several other rooms

have been devoted to surgery. Large open rooms with cots are set aside

to treat large numbers of wounded if necessary. However, treating the

troops is not the only purpose of this facility. The upper floors are

dedicated to research laboratories, explaining the presence of a great

many Techno-Vipers.

Contents:
 * Over Kill's Cubicle (#867t)
 * Generic Medi-Viper(#598Im)

Typhoid is at her desk in the medical services area, reading a journal.

Kinetic interrupts the peace simply by entering the area. It's been

slow and quiet for the world known terrorists for a while, though

despite the lack of combat things still continued to move along. Thus

suggested further by the bright liquid red line drawn across the side

of this particular viperette's face, having left somewhat smaller

vertical lines along the way. It hardly looks serious, but it's been

left unattended for a bit.

Typhoid looks up from her medical journal as someone enters the room.

Typhoid

Dr. Typhoid is a small, petite Asian woman with long, black hair pulled

back into a neat ponytail. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes are protected

by safety glasses, and the rest of her face is covered by a protective

mask. She is wearing a white lab coat over a black Kevlar vest and a

short black skirt. On the vest is a crimson Cobra sigil. Thick-soled

platform boots add several centimeters to her still-unimpressive

height.

Kinetic

At two inches under six feet tall, this Russian may be a bit

intimidating to some, lean muscle lining the arms and legs only helping

her case. Spiked black shoulder length hair leads down to a pair of

digital imagers and satellite uplink either resting on her forehead or

covering her brilliant emerald eyes. A contoured figure and strikingly

feminine features only mix into a tomboyish demeanor, physique met with

a cool, determined gaze.

Technology is what places her on the battlefield and keeps her living

for more; she wears a jet black second skin that holds only a soft

shine to it, covering as far as the neck with a heavier black zipper

running down the back. Hard black carbon fiber combat boots extend to

her knees, matching the armored bracers that cover either forearm.

Carefully mounted around her ears are a pair of scaled circular shells,

leading to a blunt pair of tapered seven inch antenna just beyond,

giving this viper an almost insectoid appearance.

Overlaying the skinsuit is a black nylon web, extending to the waist

and around the thighs for the bulk of her equipment. Twin .357 magnums

with unnatural alterations and a spare extended magazine for each match

an inverted combat knife at the small of her back and two small palm

shaped cylinders to the sides. While on a mission she also wears a

hollowed out black metal pack of sorts, looking more like part of a

stealth fighter than anything else. Further adding to the

sensor-defeating technology of the light armor, this pack houses her

primary weapon when not in use and all extra magazines for such,

comfortably distributing the weight.

Kinetic stops rather quickly after catching notice of you over there,

hardly of the imposing nature so much as holy shit, there's a person

there. Canting her head to one side as her weight shifts to the other

foot she inquires, "Must be new here, no? Do not recognize you."

Typhoid's dark eyes soften behind her safety glasses. She says, "Actually, I usually run this lab when Dr. Mindbender is

away, but my day armor is little more elaborate than this."

Kinetic makes a little face at first, not something that really seems

to have a purpose for being. "Then again, do not spend much time around

here. Even beink around dis base is unusual, always have us shipped out

to gods know where." Inclining her head a touch, "So should let you

take over or leave you be and take care of self?" No hint of sarcasm in

the question so much as an honest one.

Typhoid puts a bookmark in her medical journal and stands, walking over

to Kinetic with a slight but noticable limp. She looks up at Kinetic, tilting her head a bit and examining her

shrapnel wound. "Do you need medical attention?" she asks in her slight

Korean accent.

Kinetic frowns a touch at the limp, she didn't expect something like

that. Though as you approach she repositions her head a bit more to

bring the wound to further attention. "Had bit of backblast out at

range, pieces are not supposed to fly back at you that far."

Typhoid hms, looking up to examine the cut as Kinetic brings it into

closer range.

Kinetic received a good few inches out of it, though whatever caused it

must have been moving fast as the line's very clean and not terribly

deep. She probably got lucky on not taking any more than something

superficial. "Do not tink is bad, but people tend to get picky around

here when people run around wounded."

Typhoid nods. "It's started to heal itself, and it's too late for

stitches. Still, if you like I could make sure it's fully cleaned out

and put some antibiotic and small dressing on it."

Kinetic's gaze darts off to the side, "Is your field, tovarich. Do

whatever tink is necessary for it. If was up to me would have left it

alone." Maybe she has a fear of doctors or something.

Typhoid's eyes light a bit in amusement. "Have seat. This will only

take moment, and won't hurt bit."

Kinetic glances back to the nearest chair and takes her time settling

down into it. "Said no stitches? Will not complain about that." The

bulk of her gear doesn't agree with the seating arrangements too well,

though she does a good job of keeping the number of hangups low.

Typhoid says, "No, but it's superficial enough that it shouldn't leave

visible scar."

Once Kinetic is seated and in better reach for the smallish doctor, she

wheels over a rolling table and opens a small disposable kit of

cleaners, antibiotics, and dressings.

Kinetic seems to relax right before Typhoid's eyes in hearing that.

Hell, if she didn't care about scarring she would have gone for a front

line post. "Is..another plus. Do not wish to add to that collection

anytime soon." Eyes quietly follow your motions while they're able to,

though the rest of her remains still.

Typhoid nods, somewhat distractedly, as she carefully cleans the long

scratch with an astringent.

Kinetic goes silent as well as still while you prod at the cut, not

posing any difficulty in getting cleaned out save for a tiny sliver of

metal along the way.

Typhoid looks a bit surprised to find a small sliver of metal still in

the wound, and carefully extracts it with a small pair of medical

tweezers.

Kinetic flinches a little as the piece is plucked free, eyes falling

back upon your own right after. "Find sometink?" Maybe it was satchel

bomb day down at the range.

Typhoid nods. "Yes. It's good you came in, after all." She uses the tweezers to hold up the small, bloody sliver of metal.

Kinetic squints some, then makes another slight face, prodding the bit

with the tip of a finger. "Was movink pretty quickly, did not feel that

part of it." Thank goodness for a confident medical team around here,

particularly with some of the people they give automatic weapons to.

Typhoid says, "It could have caused infection if you'd have left it in,

so it's good you came in." She cleans the wound a little more, then sets aside the astringent and

picks up some antibiotic.

Kinetic's one hand goes back to taking hold of part of the chair she's

sitting upon, trying to give the impression of the sliver being no big

deal. "Would have found it sooner or later." The look in her eyes

suggests that might not be true.

Typhoid nods. "Possibly, but taking care of it now is better than

letting it fester."

Kinetic nods a tiny bit in agreement, "Will not debate that one."

Drawing a long breath, "So have been here for while? Usually bump into

someone sooner than dis."

Typhoid says, "Well, I'm not always out here in main infirmary. I do lot of research in lab." She carefully dabs antibiotic on Kinetic's cut, trying not to get it

elsewhere on her face.

Kinetic grows a smirk to that, "Is that where got limp? File folders

can be heavy around here."

Typhoid's almond-shaped eyes narrow a bit behind her safety glasses.

Kinetic's look of amusement falters somewhat. "Is sensitive matter for

you, isn't it."

Typhoid says, "It's alien offworlders."

Kinetic looks confused at first, then jumps back with "The bots? Ones

that change shape and all? Would not tink you would have been so close

to one for that to happen."

Typhoid says, "I was in field, treating injured, when I was taken

hostage by Decepticon who crushed my hip and femur."

Kinetic really has reason to wince now, "Have been up close with those

tinks before, know what kind of power they can have..." Glancing off to

the side for a second or four, "Could not treat it better? Have pilot

friend who has more metal in him now than most APC's, but is as able as

ever."

Typhoid glances down at her body. She says, "Considering extent of damage, it's amazing I can walk at

all. Fact that I only have slight limp is testament to [[Dr.

Mindbender]]'s genius. He offered to clone me new, perfect body, but..." She trails off, returning her attention to smoothing out the antibiotic

and applying a small, shaped dressing.

Kinetic tries to add in for you, "Would never be same tink. Was never

sure of how he could jump at chance for addink in artificial pieces,

but guess it works for some." Shaking her head a little, "Am not one of

those people."

Typhoid nods. "I'm worried about state of soul in such transfer," she

admits quietly. She taps the dressing one last time to make sure it's secure, and steps

back.

Kinetic at length nods to that thought, "Have never given it much

thought. Have never needed to. Would much rather keep it that way."

Pointing towards the work you just finished up with, "Am much more

happy to stick with these tinks, spasiba."

Typhoid nods slowly, not knowing what a 'spasiba' is, but seeming to

agree with the gist of what Kinetic is saying.

Kinetic waits another two seconds before pulling herself out of the

chair, the housing for her weapon thunking against the neighboring seat

along the way. Since the last comment didn't seem to strike home as

intended she backs up and switches to a more universal "Thank you."

Force of habit can be difficult to break.

Typhoid says, "My pleasure. Would much better treat small wound than

have had you come in with hole in your head."

Kinetic nervously clears her throat, "May get chance for sometink

bigger down road. Had thought would get to stay out of middle of tinks

when signed up for dis but have been proven wrong too many times to

count on it any longer."

Typhoid nods slowly. "I signed up for lab position but have to do lot

more field work than I find comfortable."

Kinetic offers a smile, more of the saddened variety than one born of

amusement. "We appreciate what you do out there. Notink is easy, but

would be lot worse for many of us if were out there on own." Hardly the

cost of a leg only to treat minor cuts later on, but the thought was

there.

Typhoid looks a little surprised at the expressed appreciation. She says curtly, "Well, I'm glad to be able to do some good."

Kinetic's smile seems to shift under a better light, "May be you

pullink my ass out of hole someday. Though tink should get back to my

post soon, too many rookies on patrol with everyone else out and

about."

Typhoid nods. "Well, if you get assigned to Brazil, be careful. The

place is lousy with Transformers, from what I hear." She practically spits the word 'Transformers.'

Kinetic goes back to looking somewhat grim, "Have spent more than fair

share of time out that way. Was not so much fightink transformers at

time, but have had to deal with plenty. Though am sure is only matter

of time before wind up goink back there. Resources are probably gettink

strained again." There was some sarcasm in her tone that time.

Typhoid says, "I believe General Hawk and Major Bludd have both

been seen in area, so apparently both sides are taking seriously

Transformer threat in region. Some sort of

super-Transformer is causing trouble."

Kinetic looks concerned in hearing this news, "Was not informed of

dis... How long has been problem?" Much as she favors self preservation

she's looking all too ready to ship out again after hearing your words.

And hey, it can get pretty boring around headquarters.

Typhoid shrugs her small shoulders slightly. "Not sure. A couple of

months. Around here, most of the focus has been dealing with Over Kill. After an interaction with this super-robot, he's been

even more unstable and unusual than ever."

Kinetic drops her forehead into an open palm with an audible *smack,*

"Is still at it? Cannot believe allow that tink to continue operation!

Should have put it down when had chance."

Typhoid's eyes narrow again. "It's been suggested. Still, he's

expensive experiment. I understand some pretty radical measures are

being taken to ensure his future compliance."

Kinetic rolls her eyes some, "Have heard -that- story before. Will

believe it when see it. Until then, will not trust him when back is

turned."

Typhoid nods in agreement. She is standing near a tray of first aid equipment, talking with

Kinetic

Kinetic has a lovely new white patch across the right side of her face,

though seems to be doing just fine. Being ornery aside.

Nightgaunt walks into the clinic, already setting about the tedious

task of undoing his flight suit. By the time he gets to the right

floor, he's /finally/ got the armored panel off the front. Now for that

tricky zipper...

Nightgaunt

This pilot, standing at about 5'10", has taken the classic

Strato-Viper uniform and performed some severe

modifications. The material of the flight suit is an inky-black color.

A vest-like piece snaps up either side of the front, covering the

zippered centerline and the armor integrated beneath. The back,

however, shows these armored pieces in full contrast. Their shape and

position against his shoulder blades, as well as the silver color of

the seams, give the impression of a pair of wings. Heavy boots laces up

the sides, with hard plates protecting the shins. The gloves are of a

custom design, looking more like gauntlets with the barbed

copper-colored 'claws' poking out above the knuckles. Hardened plates

protect the tops of his forearms, spanning from just behind the wrists

to just before the elbow joints. The flight helmet, however, is the

most drastically changed piece of the uniform. Widened at the bottom, a

pair of extensions wrap around the lower portions to guard the air

filters, tapering in the middle. Not only does this leave the air-hose

port free, it makes the guards look like a pair of inward-curving

horns. While normal flight helmets have a polarized visor, this helmet

has an inch-wide red optical band stretching across the front. This

band is set into a three-inch-wide silver panel, revealing its

retractable nature. Several patches indicate this pilot's function and

affiliation. The shoulders bear patches of a gray Nightraven. Finally,

embroidered largely across the 'vest' is a red Cobra emblem with a pair

of bat-wings extending to either side: the insignia of Cobra Air Corps.

Typhoid looks over as Nightgaunt walks into the room.

  Typhoid quotes, "What is the nature of your medical

emergency?"  Nightgaunt says, "Zombies ate my brains!"  Kinetic says, "Hah!"  Typhoid says, "And you noticed the difference?"  Nightgaunt probably should've reported it about 7 years ago,

actually...  Typhoid hees.  Typhoid says, "That explains a LOT" 

Kinetic stops short in hearing someone else arriving, glances over, and

nearly smacks the chair with her gun rig again. "Sir..!" Wow, what

-are- the chances... If anyone can get her back into the fight, he's

now standing in the same room.

Typhoid takes a quick step back, suspecting that some of Kin's weaponry

might weigh more than she.

Nightgaunt looks over at Typhoid, "Good afternoon, Doctor. Reporting

for routine checkup on my wound..." He's got the zipper on his flight

suit halfway down his chest when Kinetic's voice grabs his attention.

He looks over at the Coil-Vipress, his optic zooming in to verify that,

yes, that /is/ who he thinks it is. "Kinetic. Good to see you again."

Typhoid nods, and wheels her little table out of the way, getting out

another set of equipment.

Kinetic pauses for a moment or three, she actually forgot how damned

stoic the guy could be. Though thumbing over his direction and looking

back to the doctor, "Dis is one was tellink you about." Obvious enough,

what with all of the cyber gear. Back to Gaunt, "Just got word have

been missink all of fun again. Tink can safely report that mark two is

combat ready," reaching back to slap the side of her fist against the

gun housing on her back.

Nightgaunt slips his arms out of the sleeves of his suit, admiring the

new weapon, "What sort of changes have been made to it?" He ties the

sleeves off around his waste and pulls off the white undershirt,

revealing the large bandage covering most of his chest and part of his

upper abs.

Typhoid says, "Get comfortable and sit or stand still."

Kinetic grins somewhat sheepishly, "Better coolink. Is really about it.

Call it mark two because sort of ..destroyed last one." She stands

aside of the other two, but doesn't wander off. May as well hang around

if she's allowed to.

Nightgaunt nods to Typhoid and pulls up a stool. (It was easier for the

other doc to wrap the bandage entirely around him.) He raises an

eyebrow at Kinetic, sitting perfectly still. His eyes look over to her,

"How did you manage that?"

Typhoid carefully removes the bandage, careful to no re-open any

injuries. While she works she ignores the conversation between the two

and doesn't seem to mind Kin's continued presence.

Kinetic's expression falters a bit, once again. "Do not remember? Old

mines, fightink giant insects? Cooked damned coils, almost

disintegrated in hands. Am sure Brainstorm would remember."

Typhoid completely removed NG's bandage, and carefully puts it in a

potential biohazard bin. She brings over a light, and adjusts her

safety glasses while examining Nighty's healing wound. She prods a bit,

asking if it hurts in different spots.

Nightgaunt wasn't there when it happened...in fact, he was busy getting

impaled by a tail. There's the scar just about his left hip! And the

acid-scarring on his back, don't overlook that! We...won't mention the

eye. "Yes, you went down to the reactor chamber. I was on distraction

duty, I recall." The badnage reveals what was formerly a very jagged

gouge stretching from right Rib 3 down at a 60-degree angle, to just

below the costal arch. Over Kill got him good... but Nightgaunt got him

better. There's a lot of pink woundiness leftover, but fortunately it's

not excreting puss anymore. "It doesn't hurt much anymore."

Kinetic frowns some, then takes a half step back for whatever reason.

"Am sorry, thought were on same team then. Was not what was payink most

attention to at time, what with big one loomink over us." Well doesn't

she feel silly now.

Typhoid nods. "Good. It appears to be healing nicely. I'd still try not to overly flex the area if you can help it, but give

it a few more weeks and you should be as good as new... well,

considering."

Nightgaunt looks down at Typhoid, still without moving his head, "Of

course. The advantage of being a pilot is remaining seated the whole

time."

Kinetic snickers quietly from the side, "Until get ass shot down from

sky."

Typhoid smirks behind her protective mask.

Nightgaunt casts a look at Kinetic, actually lifting one corner of his

mouth, "Hasn't happened yet. Not likely to anytime soon."

Typhoid mutters to herself in Korean

Kinetic folds her arms together in front, weight drifting back to one

foot. "Now know memory is not so bad. I have done honors before." Typhoid applies a little more antibiotic, just to be sure, and then

carefully re-wraps Nightgaunt's wound.

Nightgaunt's optic refocuses out of habit and he looks straight ahead,

"I think you'd be interested in the new modular weapon system on the

Shadow Rattler. The first successfully tested weapon was a Mass

Driver."

Kinetic gently inclines her head, "Finally went through with it then?

Would like to see some stats on sometink like that. Considerink tank

platform from before, am surprised ever got it airborne."

Typhoid takes a step back, examining the bandage before deciding

everything is perfect. She says, "You're all set."

Nightgaunt nods to Kinetic, "It's not quite the same design. Instead of

magnetically accelerating the slug itself, it accelerates a sled that

propels the slug. It's slightly more efficient for an airborn weapon."

He looks down and twists at the waist. "Thank you very much, doctor. I

will take it easier than normal."

Typhoid nods and bows slightly. "Very good. Please do."

Kinetic offers a nod to that, though seems more interested in brushing

nonexistant debris off of an upper arm while the conversation drifts

over to the doctor simply out of politeness. A friendly assassin, who'd

of thought.

 Typhoid says, "Friendly assassin, kindly polite bioterrorist...

what a team!"  Nightgaunt cheers!

Nightgaunt grabs his undershirt and pulls it back on, tucking it down

into the flightsuit, "It works well enough, but it hasn't proven

especially effective against other airborn targets." He unties the

sleeves and slips his arms back into them, "I expect the Magna-Pulse

configuration will be much more succesful."

Typhoid steps back, and cleans up the equipment for both checkups,

since there aren't a lot of Medi-Viper peons on shift

right this minute to do it for her.

Kinetic sneers some, "But what you are flyink is meant for engagink

ground targets, anyway. But am sure already knew that." It wasn't her

decision which kept those aged craft in the sky. No, she went for the

brand new dual rotor chopper sitting a bit further down the airfield.

Nightgaunt shakes his head slightly, "While the initial purpose of the

aircraft is retained, the Shadow Rattler is designed as a multi-role

assault aircraft. It's much more capable of dog-fighting than its

original incarnation." Not that Nightgaunt ever had a problem bending

that one to his will in the air.

Typhoid drifts away from the techtalk, since her specialty is more

biotech. She goes back to her desk and make a snack of hummus and

pita.

Kinetic gives a dismissive shrug, "Am just foolink with you, tovarich.

Have seen plenty of what can do without ever operatink one." Glancing

aside, "Regardless, am hearink rumors of tinks out in Brazil. Have been

reinstated while ago and am bored to death of makink night patrols

around area. What are chances could take Cottonmouth out there and

help?" Not that she looked forward to the ungodly weather, Siberia was

so much more forgiving.

Nightgaunt considers this. There's a squad of FANGs out there,

supported by a Diamondback at the moment. "I suppose bolstering the

jungle sweeps would be justifiable..."

Typhoid glances up from her snack, after adding kim chee to her hummus

pita.

Kinetic slowly grins to what seems like reluctant justification for getting her out that way, "How long has it been since they've seen active service? Hate to tink were sittink around all dis time."

Nightgaunt nods, "I have a Stinger parked out front. I'll have the Techno-Vipers prep a Cottonmouth for flight."

  Typhoid is semi-inspired by my ex-girlfriend, who is a Korean lab rat.  Kinetic smiles  Typhoid says, "She used to spend all day watching Korean TV online. I'd accuse her of downloading porn, and she'd say emphatically, "I don't do dat! I am not kinky! You are kinky! I don't do dat!" She was run to rile up." </Pre>

Typhoid remains in the lab, enjoying her hummus and kim chee pita.