#triagerp

Personality: Kind, Nurturing, Nervous Tendencies, Workaholic 

Likes: Cleanliness, Helping Others, Her Jobs

Dislikes: Aggressive Robots, Viruses, Being away from the pack that is on the back of her armor.

Job: Medical Support, Search and Rescue, Robot Repairs and Programming

Design: Triage Woman is a multipurpose medical support unit. The pack she carries on her back contains an extra set of extendable ‘arms’ that help to keep her hands free while working. It also contains various tools that help with robot repairs and human medical emergencies.

The cool brisk air was perfect for a morning stroll and Triage wasn’t one to miss out on an early morning walk. There were some errands she wanted to run on her day off and a few things she wanted to pick up for the others. 

Maybe she’d pick up a few things for the children as well. 

In her hand she held her tablet and was busy using the pen to scribble down some notes. Mostly things she needed for the lab. Some replacement tools and some office supplies. 

She was engrossed in her notes that she didnt notice she had already made her way onto the mainstreet and was starting to pass by the few coffee shops and dinners that were opened early for the breakfast crowd. 

This was always the worst part. 

Triage stood in front of the main computer screen of her home lab. The camera was all set and the program ready to dial. Even with the heavy weight of urgency falling upon her she still had a hesitation. 

How would they take it? Not well obviously. Even then she was no stranger to giving people the worst news. News that shattered lives. Years of experience in the medical field had made sure of that. 

Yet, it never got easier. 

With a deep sigh she brought her hand up to the keyboard. Her typing was now slow and tedious with her left arm still missing from the battle days ago. 

Days that she knew their family was missing him. 

With one last push of a button the line started ringing and she stared at the camera, her face downtrodden and tired. It no longer held the optimistic smile she usually wore. She was a robot whose purpose was to heal, to save lives and yet she was powerless to prevent so many deaths. 

"Well that seems like enough for the day.” 

Triage looked proudly over her work. Many smaller robot were repaired and ready for work thanks to the use of the large warehouse she was granted access for them. 

“You will all be reactivated in the morning and feeling much better.” she hummed while closing everything down and turning out the lights. 

It was then she realized how late it was. Had she really worked that late into the evening once again? 

Locking up the building she realized that the cool night air hadn’t set in just yet so it must not have been too late. She debated on calling one of her siblings to pick her up but, they were busy with their own work and a walk after such a long day would be nice. 

She tried to calm down, but it was difficult. It was impossible for her to suddenly be here without activating her teleporter and why did Mystery look to be so much taller. Her eyes went wider and she started to hyperventilate once more. “This isnt my body ... how did I get in this body?”

Scavenge looked down at his sister with an expression of confusion painted on his face. “Triage ... are you ok?” he asked softly, his sister had never been taken back his appearance before.