http://is-gud-dog.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] is-gud-dog.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2009-10-15 03:38 am (UTC)

Bandit had, in fact, been to W&P alone before--he'd gotten his red collar there--but having Leon to accompany him was more than wise.

The box was large, about the size of a pony. It opened with a hiss, revealing a large, stainless steel metal carapace. 'Carapace' was in fact the operative word here, as the suit was designed to resemble the natural shields of an insect. The chest was wide open, the armor essentially parted down the middle to allow Bandit to slip in. He would probably need aid getting his tail into the proper slot.

Next to it was a large airtight case, made of metal and resin, which Bandit would be unable to open on his own: inside were 30 vials of fluid and 30 corresponding syringes.

MED-SIN. Bandit explained, pointing to the case with his snout. NEED 4 COAT. NO MED-SIN GO BADSICK. Leon would find a sort of 'prescription' for the meds, along with a short description, chemical analysis and base effects: they had to be administered every 24 hour, with a 72-hour limit, in a (presumably painless) injection performed through an automated slot in the armour. They would keep the animals' organisms from rejecting the implants.

All you had to do was put the syringe in the dock. The only downside is the limited amount of medication; the ship's scientists would either have to produce more, or the armor would have to be dismantled right off of Bandit's body.

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