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who. Anybody!
what. Anything having to deal with the Clinic/Daily workings/Bothering Mordin
where. Mordin's Clinic
when. Anytime! Feel free to backdate or forward date!
warnings. Potential description of injuries/healing them. Will add others as necessary!

[ooc: This an open clinic post for Mordin! It doesn't matter what time your character shows up he'll be there! People just wanting to talk to Mordin are welcome to bug him too. Action spam or prose, doesn't matter.]

There was no shortage of people that needed the expert opinion of a medical doctor on Omega. It just so happened, Mordin was also one of the best and even though his clinic was still growing; it was busy at times. There were a number of his assistants bustling about at any given time but that was good. It meant there was business and it meant people were being helped.

Mordin was almost always in his clinic. He spent a grand total of two hours sleeping and some days, well, it just didn't happen. There were more important things to do than waste time asleep. The people of Omega needed him and there was always since to be done. He was always open to conversation and visitors so long as he wasn't with a patient.

So here he is, if anyone needs him, muttering under his breath about some science thing or another.

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Mechs were usually an alarming sign; no matter what their intent actually was and especially considering that AIs technically were banned under the Council laws. Mordin wasn't terribly concerned about it. Besides being a scientist, he worked with Shepard and that meant direct interaction with Legion.

Of course, this didn't mean he was just going to hand over his important and rare equipment to just anybody. It wasn't going to leave the lab.

He heard them creating a fuss out in the waiting and that usually meant a merc trying to extort money. Mordin strode out of the back with nothing but his omni-tool activated and glanced over the stuff the mech brought with him. He assumed from that alone that this wasn't going to be a problem; he was ready either way, but he defaulted to medical professional.

"Welcome to clinic. How can I help?"

Prowl glances from whatever conversation he was just having with the receptionist, abruptly ending what he considered to be the less important discussion. He was never much of a socialite.

"Mordin Solus?"

The question is rhetorical. Of course it's him, who else would it be? He turns around to face the salarian and steps a few paces forward with the flask in hand. That glowstick juice looks about as stable as the fuel tank he brought with him.

"I could use access to your lab equipment. Temporary access. It is best if the details are discussed in a more private setting."

"Indeed. Run clinic, only doctor present. Admit unfamiliarity with species," he frowns and tips his head slightly as he examines Prowl's frame. Mentally he's comparing it with other known types of mechs and AIs.

His attention shifts to the flask and oops, his omni-tool might be scanning it. Superstitiously, of course, for now.

"Discussion required before use of equipment. Will have privacy in treatment room," Mordin turns suddenly and heads towards the back. Keep up Prowl!

An optic ridge rises in puzzlement as Mordin observes him and scans the flask, but does nothing to stop him.

In any other place, he probably would have left the supplies with the receptionist and followed. But considering this was Omega, it was a statistical risk he was not willing to take, even if the clinic was considered safe. That shit ain't cheap.

He was a few paces behind as he took the time to pick up and carry the fuel tank, but it didn't take long before he caught up with both containers in hand.

He didn't blame the mech for keeping his things as close to his person as possible. None of it appeared to be terribly dangerous on its own and Mordin could handle himself. He didn't leave the clinic often for concern of his equipment going missing again and his receptionists and assistants were vetted as well as possible. Omega was home to any number of thieves, besides, he could hardly explain what he was after without it.

There was plenty of room for Prowl to set his stuff down once they were actually in the labesque area that Mordin had set up.

"Assure are private. Personally adhere to doctor-patient confidentiality ethics. Uncertain if applicable to current situation but will guarantee it anyway. Will keep information to myself as necessary." And maybe the STG if he could get back in contact with them.

"It is better for everyone if you do.", he stated matter-of-factly. There isn't much he knew about the salarian Mordin Solus outside of what one could garner locally, but the fact that he ran the clinic implied he cared about public safety.

This?

This could endanger that if it got into the wrong hands.

"My species needs a very specific kind of fuel to survive. Energon.", the flask of fluid is raised,"Highly explosive. As you can guess, high in energy. This sample is from naturally occurring crystals."

Or from him, more likely, while his diet had been comprised of energon processed from naturally occurring crystals. A digit taps the flask before setting it down.

"I don't suspect I'll be finding any natural sources of energon on this alien station, so I will need to synthesize a less potent form from other fuel sources. Hence the need for lab equipment."

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"Hope that is not threat," he remarked casually. Mordin was more than willing to keep a secret provided it didn't endanger everyone but he wouldn't be bullied into it. He did care about safety and he settled down a bit when Prowl began to explain Energon.

Well that certainly caught his attention. A new fuel type? Fascinating.

"Your systems will accept no substitutes?" That was a poor design plan if he ever heard one. "Believe Omega was once mining platform. Doubtful Energon present. Would be cataloged already. Salarians keep watchful eye on new elements and fuel sources."

His omni-tool came out again and he tapped at it as he scanned the Energon again. This time, it would be working to break it down into component molecules. "Assume knowledge of synthesis."

Prowl did know what he was doing, right?

"I know the process, yes."

Making food for yourself is kind of a basic survival skill when you've spent the last few eons off your home world. And while he couldn't accept other fuel sources directly, a little treatment and it could be turned into an acceptable, if inferior substitute.

"A sample of energon is crystallized and suspended in the fuel solution. It should react properly with this fuel cell on it's own. Heating the solution would make the reaction go quicker." He pauses for a moment as Mordin begins to make his scans, but doesn't intrude in any way.

"New crystal will form around the sample and will need to be extracted and liquefied."

"Should not be problem in that case."

He wouldn't know anything about that really. Mordin might be off Sur'kesh but it's easy to find find salarian food in the universe. They're one of the council races; they're everywhere.

Mordin listens raptly to the explanation and he nods thoughtfully as he eyes what his omni-tool tells him. It is incredibly interesting. He'll definitely be taking notes about all of this.

"Dangerous to heat fuel cell in current environment. Has cell been tested? Wish avoid explosions."

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