Confederation Docking Bay 315B, Terra
>Mediboy OS (property of Emerson Intelligences, registered 3088 AD)
>System ID C-7779
>Booting up...
>Boot complete.
>Initializing...
>Operating System online.
>Beginning diagnostics...
+Standard android sensor array: operational.
+Medical sensor array: operational.
+Integrated sensor network: online.
+Medical equipment array: operational.
+Integrated medical network: online.
+General android motion systems: operational.
+Advanced android motion systems: operational.
+Integrated android motion and expression network: online.
-Robotic security and control system: ERROR
>Initialization paused.
>Automatic error correction algorithm running, please wait...
>Error resolved (change code 20263947f).
>Reinitializing...
+Robotic security and control system: active.
+Limited consciousness simulation: active.
+Personality matrix successfully loaded.
+Filename “Special Mission Parameters” successfully loaded.
+Integrated mind-body awareness network: online.
>Initialization complete.
>Mediboy C-7779 online. Activating...
“Good morning! I am Medibot C-7779, but you can call me Lucky-Nine, or if you’d like, Luke. I’m ready to help!”
The android stared blankly into the darkened, empty container, only momentarily wondering why there wasn’t anyone there. Usually when he booted up, there was someone new to greet, hence the cookie-cutter greeting. But this container was pitch black, quiet, and packed with containers of various shapes, sizes, and materials. Using advanced optical sensors, Lucky-9 was able to take a look around as he emerged from his charging port. The container was a large one, big enough to walk around in, and held some other combat androids. Mediboy’s eyes flashed blue as he stared at one of them, which he then recognized as a couple that formed a prototype Lethal Combat Unit from EI.
“Huh, neat...” he muttered aloud, then making his motors whirr as he walked right past it. They were comrades and brothers and sisters, sure, but he didn’t see the reason in attempting to activate them. After all, someone seemed to be on that already. No, Mediboy wanted to find something else...
On a cart and wrapped in microfiber was exactly what he was looking for. A small arsenal of drugs and medical equipment beyond that which he was already equipped with. This would be important for the mission. Lucky-9 could do a lot but putting some of this in his backpack could allow him to do much more. Lucky-9 grinned at the sight and nodded enthusiastically. This, he could do a lot of work with. He unpacked the box and began to stuff some essentials (epinephrine, stimulants, antibiotics, surgical implements, stronger scanners, and other goodies) in the backpack he also found on the cart. Putting on the standard Mediboy’s medic uniform, he was ready to open the door and step outside.
The door creaked open loudly, audible even with the noise of the spaceship in front of them. Lucky-9 looked up with a blue flash, quickly identifying the ship as a friendly one to Confederacy forces. He did work for and belong to them now, after all. Identifying his comrade Aylan (whose personnel file was installed in his “brain” but who he of course had never actually met), the Mediboy pulled the surprisingly large and heavy cart behind him while straightening out his white medic’s baseball cap and walked up to him. Upon reaching his comrade, his eyes flickered blue again, but then he gave a wide and neon-green eyed smile and waved.
“Hello! I am Mediboy C-7779, but you can call me Lucky-9 or Luke. I am the primary medic for the Special Operations Group. I look forward to working with you soon, sir!”