Leon stepped into the office, dodging a few piles of paperwork set on top of boxes and a stack of junk mail as he performed the elegant dance necessary to get
to his immediate supervisor's desk. HE-AT nodded at him to sit down. "Statement: I have been going over the paperwork of late and made a few
adjustments to our division for increased efficiency."
"What sort of changes?" Leon asked, sitting down comfortably in the office chair.
"Explanation: I've added several new teleport bays, and increased our recruiting margin. Introduction: Let me introduce you to your new partner.
Invitation: Come in, MACH II."
As a Paragon native of all of about a year, Leon was expecting a robot from the name. Given the name, he even expected some sort of speedster that he'd
have trouble keeping up with(unless they authorized him to use his bike on duty...). However, the heavy thud of footsteps belayed that notion as the enormous
machine ducked under the door and stepped in, coming to a respectful station keeping next to HE-AT.
"MOBILE ARMORED COMBAT HOSPITAL MARK II REPORTING FOR DUTY, SIR."
It was stainless alloy. It was bright white and red. It was the most insulting thing Leon had ever seen.
"I do -not- need a portable combat medic!" he said, sounding as aggrieved as possible. "Just because I had to medicomm a few times...."
"Statement: 47 times in the last 3 weeks," HE-AT cut him off perfunctorily. "Observation: in the short time you teamed with Registered Hero
Dosvydanya, a radiation specialist with healing abilities, your medicomm average usage was cut in half. Conclusion: a dedicated medic will raise your
efficiency by an estimated factor of 6.9."
"You're kidding. I'm expected to work with this refugee from the Crey combat catalog? It'll only slow me down."
The robot's optics refocused, looking down at him, before a booming electronic growl echoed out of its vocal speaker. "THIS UNIT IS FULLY CAPABLE OF
RAPID TRANSIT VIA DEPLOYABLE ROCKET BOOSTERS. COMBAT SITUATIONS ARE ALSO ACCOUNTED FOR VIA OFFENSIVE CRYO-WEAPONRY."
Leon almost jumped, but his inner sense of keeping cool prevented it. "Great. It sounds like someone turned ED-209 into a medical drone."
"THIS UNIT IS AUTHORIZED TO PROVIDE VALUABLE MEDICAL CARE, BY FORCE IF NECESSARY."
"Did the medic just threaten me?"
"THIS UNIT IS INCAPABLE OF CAUSING HARM VIA DIRECT DAMAGE OR NEGLECT TO ALLIED FORCES EXCEPT IN PURSUANCE OF THE OVERALL OBJECTIVE OR ON ORDERS FROM A
SUPERIOR OFFICER."
Leon massaged the bridge of his nose, positive that HE-AT looked amused despite her expressionless face. "This is not making me feel more
confident...."
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
to his immediate supervisor's desk. HE-AT nodded at him to sit down. "Statement: I have been going over the paperwork of late and made a few
adjustments to our division for increased efficiency."
"What sort of changes?" Leon asked, sitting down comfortably in the office chair.
"Explanation: I've added several new teleport bays, and increased our recruiting margin. Introduction: Let me introduce you to your new partner.
Invitation: Come in, MACH II."
As a Paragon native of all of about a year, Leon was expecting a robot from the name. Given the name, he even expected some sort of speedster that he'd
have trouble keeping up with(unless they authorized him to use his bike on duty...). However, the heavy thud of footsteps belayed that notion as the enormous
machine ducked under the door and stepped in, coming to a respectful station keeping next to HE-AT.
"MOBILE ARMORED COMBAT HOSPITAL MARK II REPORTING FOR DUTY, SIR."
It was stainless alloy. It was bright white and red. It was the most insulting thing Leon had ever seen.
"I do -not- need a portable combat medic!" he said, sounding as aggrieved as possible. "Just because I had to medicomm a few times...."
"Statement: 47 times in the last 3 weeks," HE-AT cut him off perfunctorily. "Observation: in the short time you teamed with Registered Hero
Dosvydanya, a radiation specialist with healing abilities, your medicomm average usage was cut in half. Conclusion: a dedicated medic will raise your
efficiency by an estimated factor of 6.9."
"You're kidding. I'm expected to work with this refugee from the Crey combat catalog? It'll only slow me down."
The robot's optics refocused, looking down at him, before a booming electronic growl echoed out of its vocal speaker. "THIS UNIT IS FULLY CAPABLE OF
RAPID TRANSIT VIA DEPLOYABLE ROCKET BOOSTERS. COMBAT SITUATIONS ARE ALSO ACCOUNTED FOR VIA OFFENSIVE CRYO-WEAPONRY."
Leon almost jumped, but his inner sense of keeping cool prevented it. "Great. It sounds like someone turned ED-209 into a medical drone."
"THIS UNIT IS AUTHORIZED TO PROVIDE VALUABLE MEDICAL CARE, BY FORCE IF NECESSARY."
"Did the medic just threaten me?"
"THIS UNIT IS INCAPABLE OF CAUSING HARM VIA DIRECT DAMAGE OR NEGLECT TO ALLIED FORCES EXCEPT IN PURSUANCE OF THE OVERALL OBJECTIVE OR ON ORDERS FROM A
SUPERIOR OFFICER."
Leon massaged the bridge of his nose, positive that HE-AT looked amused despite her expressionless face. "This is not making me feel more
confident...."
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."