☆ call-out post

[runawayballista]

call me out

Milly ✪ Baten Kaitos (CRAU) bombsheltered By night: Starbreaker, cyborg superhero. By day: cyborg trust fund baby and barista.	Lina Inverse ✪ Slayers dragonswag Beautiful sorcery genius, dragon spooker, every monster and innocent village's worst nightmare.	Agent York ✪ Red vs. Blue (AU) neverknocks Special agent, infiltration expert, professional smartass.
Cordelia Naismith ✪ The Vorkosigan Saga fontofhonor Survey astrocartographer turned Countess Vorkosigan with emotional x-ray vision.	Miles Vorkosigan ✪ The Vorkosigan Saga forwarmomentum A manic mailbomb of a human being living two very exciting lives.	Padma Vorpatril ✪ The Vorkosigan Saga sometimesnotsober Handsome, affable, and well-practiced in the ancient Vor art of day drinking. Dead at 35.
Jake Peralta ✪ Brooklyn 99 titleofyoursextape (voice testing) Ace detective. Terrible adult. Encyclopedic knowledge of 80s action movies.	Dr. Micah Niadem ✪ The Vorkosigan Saga (OC) withanh Excitable Betan Survey geologist and liquor connoisseur. They're really, really into rocks.	Sonia Vorbarra ✪ The Vorkosigan Saga vorbratta Willful princess, war survivor, expert prankster. She can start a rumor like nobody's business, especially when it's none of hers.

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micah doesn't have an open post so i guess it's happening here

[falsify]

Eames hasn't taken a solo job in years now, not since he and Arthur went half each on a ship that neither of them could hope to afford on their own without back-to-back jobs for at least a year. (Though Arthur did helpfully point out he was talking about Earth years, which are shorter than the cycles on Tarnax, so that's something.) But an old contact reached out to him specifically, so solo it is. Not like it was hard sell, the job would more than pay for the new weapons array Eames has been dying to get his hands on.

Apparently there's some scientist whose work is in very, very high demand. High enough to kidnap the esteemed Doc themself and try to make off with them all the way to their home system.

It doesn't seem to be a very well-thought out plan, if Eames had to guess it was probably spur of the moment. Saw an opportunity and went for it instead of considering that people would be very determined to get their scientist back too. Which is the kind of uncertainty Eames thrives in. It's alarmingly easy to get on the ship with some story about being local law enforcement and routine checks, to get some security officer to show him around. Even easier to send him for a "nap" and use his face and ID to have a look around the cargo bay and holding cells for anything-- anyone who looks out of place.

When he comes across Micah's cell, he very nearly laughs at the familiar face, and it occurs to him maybe he should've gotten a name for the person he's supposed to be rescuing here. But it's a fair guess this is the person he's here for.

"Dr Niadem?" He doesn't expect Micah to recognize him, what with having a different face on and all, but he approaches the clear door with a serious expression.

prewar bullshit for ratchet

[pharmacidal]

Rodion wasn’t really Pharma’s first choice of transfers, but a promotion is a promotion. He’d been on the senior surgical staff in Iacon, but given his proven skill and expertise, the Senate had seen fit to send him to take over as head of surgery at the clinic in Rodion. Doubtless this will prove to be a valuable career experience, though, and maybe even a stepping stone to further promotion. Certainly it’ll give him new opportunities to pursue new research—he hasn’t published a paper in a while. He’s due.

He doesn’t mind the transfer as much because at least the head of the clinic is someone he knows. Someone he gets along with, even, which isn’t unheard of, Pharma actually does have friends (sometimes), but he likes Ratchet. Ratchet is on his level—he’s not the Autobot CMO for slouching. That’s a position Pharma would like to see himself in at some point, but he doesn’t necessarily begrudge Ratchet the fruit of his hard work. Pharma will just have to work harder.

The door to the CMO’s office is half-open. Pharma gives it a sharp rap with his knuckles before stepping inside, nodding at Ratchet with a vague smile. On him it’s always looked a little like a smirk.

“New head of surgery, reporting for duty.”