Bolts the Minibot medic || TFA
medic-bolts.bsky.social
Bolts the Minibot medic || TFA
@medic-bolts.bsky.social
"you could ask your friends if the bots they are friends with would like to try it out maybe?"

[Her systems whir and click as she cleans, the pile getting bigger and bigger. Bolts looks over to Brunner as he starts looking through the crates, but that isn't her business.]
January 18, 2026 at 10:04 AM
Get half as much as you need."

[She mutters a thanks, and keeps going. Double tasking. She seems more comfortable.]
January 18, 2026 at 7:15 AM
[She pops up a little, making a face,]

"'course we became friends cuz they always had internal rust." [Bolts chuckled,] "their method was good, you have the tools to just make the sheets thinner and just shave them down with coarse filers, but it would still take a long time to-
January 18, 2026 at 7:15 AM
"without automation it would take a long while, especially if it comes to just you doing it. I had a few friends that would simply melt the sheets as thin as possible and just crush it till they got what they wanted."
January 18, 2026 at 7:15 AM
serve freely. You're right about the diseases though, if not cleaned properly bots could get internal rust. Which is gross. And it's very hard to clean in one sitting."
[She makes a face and shivers while reminiscing.]
January 18, 2026 at 6:52 AM
"if you have the sheets you don't need to buy the shavings." [She starts to talk while wiping down any surface she can, pushing whatever debris is left towards a certain spot for easy cleanup]

"So long as you sanitize those properly, and don't mix them with other shavings it's okay to-
January 18, 2026 at 6:52 AM
"Are your additives imported? Or..."
[She looks towards the forge, optics just grazing over it,] "is it.... Local."

[The red bot turns back around, examining the flooring, which already did seem relatively clean. But her coding compels her to make sure it truly was.]
January 18, 2026 at 6:34 AM
[one of her audials flicks as she looks around again, thinking, as she starts to pull out a few things from her subspace. Notably, liquids and rags.]

"These friends of yours, are they human too?"
January 17, 2026 at 11:56 AM
Hide her if the need ever rises.]

"Is there anyone else that comes here? Regularly? Or is it just you?"
January 14, 2026 at 9:34 AM
[her optical brows scrunched together. Rather... Unsure of the effectiveness regarding the "poke em till they listen" technique. But that didn't matter right now.

Instead, she uses a second to look deeper around her surroundings. Identifying nooks and crannies, places to hide stuff and places to-
January 14, 2026 at 9:34 AM
[she wanted so badly to look around. To poke and prod and climb, to see what she was dealing with, if it was truly worth it to stay here. But she needed to ask the important questions first.]
January 14, 2026 at 9:08 AM
"I don't need the tarps, don't- don't worry."

[She says, looking around the place. She shakes her helm, worried that she may, accidentally, ask too much of the very very nice human.]

"... How are you going to enforce those rules? Would there be security? Do you have like.... A system in place?"
January 14, 2026 at 9:08 AM
[she mutters a few more choice words, the reminiscing turning to slight bitterness,]

"Wish i was back in mine..."
January 14, 2026 at 7:57 AM
"oh!"

[She perks up quite a bit,]

"I-I used to know a few bots who had places like that. Don't know where they are now but it was nice to visit."

[She reminisces slightly,]

"There used to be lots of bots around there till enforcers started coming around more and more."
January 14, 2026 at 7:54 AM
On one subject for too long.]

"Open?"
January 14, 2026 at 6:05 AM
[she simply shrugged, making a non-committal sound while following behind Brunner.]

"Mess doesn't matter. So long as there isn't any rust."

[The street is one shes normally seen at night, where no one but other, non-sentient bots hung around. Her optics flitted around as they walked, not staying
January 14, 2026 at 6:05 AM
[bolts stills for a second, looking at the ground for a few seconds before quickly opening the dumpster and pulling a few tools out of it. Back ups really, you can never be too safe in an unfamiliar place.]

"Okay, now I'm good to go." [She says, after tossing the tools within her subspace.]
January 14, 2026 at 4:55 AM
"bolts."

[She watches him, interested but wary, bit by bit coming away from her hiding place within the alley, and just.... Looking, really. The handles on her head swing in thought, up, down, wherever.]
January 12, 2026 at 7:00 AM
Plating visible, the only bit of white on her, showcasing a red cross.]
January 9, 2026 at 10:35 PM
[such a large space is /great/ for patients, keeping them out of the elements for wounds to heal and such... But she can't think about that now, not when shes not even sure that the human would allow such activities.]

"W-whats your name?" [She asks, standing fully, making the symbol on her collar-
January 9, 2026 at 10:35 PM
[the bot stands taller, two silver handles perking up and down as she thinks.]

"How.... Big did you say the warehouse was?"

[They open the dumpster just a little, fidgeting with the lid.]
January 9, 2026 at 12:37 AM
"You don't have one of those- those organic sprays do you...?"

[Theres more clanking, as A helm peeks over the dumpster. optics wide as they look towards the human, analysing. They blink once, trying to scan them on instinct, but those certain scannrs weren't built with organic creatures in mind.]
January 8, 2026 at 11:13 PM
[theres another few moments of silence.]

[On one hand, it would be better shelter to put "her" tools and her current supplies in, on the other, this is a stranger and strangers are not always nice... She could use the space for the night, tonight, scope it out... And leave if it feels weird.]
January 8, 2026 at 11:13 PM
Besides a lot of tarps, two cans and one dumpster. And, particularly, it was rather clean for a place like this. Nearly no debris on the ground, no weird juices or smells. It was like it was just cleaned, thoroughly.]
January 8, 2026 at 10:51 PM
"im f-fine! go away!"

[The voice comes from behind the dumpster, shaky, before there was a loud clanking noise, and another flash of red peeks out from their chosen hiding place for just a second. Before they seem to settle in again.]

[There was almost nothing eithin the alley in the first place-
January 8, 2026 at 10:51 PM