Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

If there was any bitterness or anger in Gwendolyn's tone, the android didn't seem to take note of it or press the issue any further. Whether this was out of respect for personal privacy or a simple disinterest in her personal affairs, no one would be able to say for certain. Regardless, the issue was considered done and over with, so there would no pushing from the android. I'm glad........As for my name, it's.......... he then said the red pupils of the android's eyes then peered to the woman's shoulder wound. You're bleeding it then commented, placing a metallic hand just over her wound before a purple-white light illuminated it this wouldn't heal it completely, but it would help with sterilization at the very least. I'm sorry I can't do more, as I am not equipped with all of the proper tools for medical treatment. I've managed to stabilize and sterilize the wound so as to prevent further blood loss and potential infection. Father should be here shortly to assist in that department though. Within moments, another whistling could be heard accompanying it were sounds of Whoa! growing louder and louder in volume. Marshal Drake was the one to speak up now, Do you all hear that? The android simply said, Oh dear, not again........, before a loud crash was heard, sending up a small plume of dust. When it cleared, all that could be seen was yet another robot, its upper body embedded into the dirt and its relatively thin yet sturdy legs flailing about almost comically, like an ostrich with its head in the sand. Small whirring sounds could be heard as the legs continued to kick back and forth. I beg your pardon, Miss, I'll be right back the golden android said in what sounded like an exasperated tone. Ivan! Ivan! Get me...out of here.....! a muffled voice cried out, the source being somewhere underneath the ground. Father, I don't understand how it is you end up like this this is the third time this week the android simply replied as his hands clasped around the newcomer's legs and hoisted it out of the ground. I know, I know. I just need to work out the kinks in the gyroscope. Must be an imbalance in one of the rings, it's throwing off the orientation sensors. Now please put me down the smaller bot replied, this voice sounding much more lively and human than the rather neutral, calming tone of the android. This new robot had a similar body structure, except its limbs were thinner, the fingers looked like claws and it seemed to have a horseshoe for a head. After being put down and getting itself righted, the smaller robot seemed to brush itself off before scanning the area. Urgh, stupid UV scanner........Need another feltrite conduit to fix it the smaller bot then said, giving itself a smack on the head before the horseshoe-shaped spun around rather quickly, much like a spintop would. Whoa, Nelly! the robot exclaimed as it grasped its head to force the spinning to stop. With that particular bit of silliness done, it seemed this new robot finally got the bearing bugs worked out. Nicely done, Ivan my boy. You make Papa proud the smaller bot said, patting the larger humanoid bot on the back the android - apparently named Ivan now - nodded and said, The civilians suffered some casualties and injuries, but for the most part, they're unharmed. As the android and smaller robot talked, the civilians seemed to just watch on, apparently unsure of what to make of the situation just what the hell was going on here? Who or what where these things? While they seemed friendly and didn't mean to cause harm......They just couldn't really say for certain. The smaller android then said, popping a small box out of a back compartment and handing it to Ivan, Ivan, treat the injuries with this as best you can. I'm going to have a talk with the good Captain over there. Ivan nodded and went to work while the smaller android stalked off towards the pinned Captain Milligan, quickly and efficiently stabilizing those that could be saved before making his way back to Gwendolyn. Her wound was the most shallow and he'd already treated it, so she had the lowest priority. My apologies Father is a bit.....eccentric, but his heart's in the right place. Ivan then held up a small metal can and said, I apologize again, but this is going to sting, but it will fully seal your wound and accelerate the healing process. Without warning, a nozzle was placed into the open shoulder wound and white foam sprayed forth, completely plugging the small hole from the knife wound she'd sustained before wrapping it up in clean gauze. I suppose I never did introduce myself, did I? My name is Ivan.....May I ask yours?