Chill Snowcat is lying on the floor in a small puddle of his own fluids. It appears his bouncing around caused previous damage to become more apparent. He's been out for a while and apparently his systems are trying to cope with the damage without actual repairs.

The door to the holding cell opens with a whirr. Light spills in from the hallway, casting Doppler's face in shadow as he enters. He carries more than a pocket toolkit this time: a portable medkit (the kind commonly used in the field) is clutched in his right hand. Chill's condition is very obviously poor - the pool of mechfluids is testament to that. The doctor gazes down at the former Hunter for a long moment, his expression a blending of contempt and pity.

Chill Snowcat winces and whimpers but does not wake. The feline appears to be suffering from his attempt at being cheerful and friendly.

Dr. Doppler mentally shakes himself, then proceeds further into the cell, the door sliding shut behind him. A guard is posted nearby, just in case he should need a rescue. Doubtful, but after having been 'dead' for so long, the Coalition takes no chances.

He sets the medkit on the floor, then stoops to pick the unconscious feline from the floor and sets him on the cot bolted to the wall. The mechfuids that drip upon his labcoat are hardly noticed - he's cared for those far more grievously injured.

Chill Snowcat stirs...his optics open and look up at Doppler. "I....I don't feel well Father....." Stag has made something of an impression on him as he's calling Doppler by that nickname. He shivers and lowers his head. More fluid begins to leak out and black crusted bits of armor shed to the ground.

Dr. Doppler rests a hand on Chill's head, covering his optics. "Hold still," he says softly but with an air of command. "You'll only injure yourself further."

Chill Snowcat lays completely still again and just waits. He wants to be afraid, but he's also got the problem of being in no position to do anything else but trust them.

Dr. Doppler snaps open the medkit and takes out a length of clean terry cloth. With it he begins to dab away the still-leaking fluids. Once the worst of it is cleaned out of the injury, he finally can see just how deep it runs. What he determines makes his brow furrow. Vile was indeed careless with his toy. The now damp cloth is tossed carelessly to the side of the bed, and he gathers a selection of tools best suited to this repair.

Chill Snowcat sighs, "It...its melted pretty bad....I....ow...."

Dr. Doppler does not apply pain-blockers before setting to work. Chill's receptors are already set to a much lower sensitivity, dulling the worst of the pain. Besides which, it has been the doctor's observation that a patient forced to endure their repairs is more cautious in the next battle. Taking an electro-waldo and cleaning brush, he begins to clean out the worst of the broken area.

Cyclops has connected.

Chill Snowcat cries out in pain and kicks, trying to move away from the instruments of tort....err repair. He slams his partially melted face down onto the ground and luckily knocks himself out temporarily while his systems reboot.

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "My boredom knows no bound, please entertain me with mindless acts of violence involving giant robots and humans."

Dr. Doppler steps back as Chill's leg spasms, some of the instruments spilling to the floor. Calmly, he plucks them up again and resumes his work once his patient ceases twitching quite so badly. The most badly broken parts are clipped out and tossed aside to join the towel.

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "Uhh, Gutsss... Don't you CAUSSSE mindlesss actsss of violenssce between robotsss and humansss?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Elec Man transmits, "I could sing a song! That would hurt humans!!!!"

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Well yeah, but can't someone else do it for once? Like those Mavericks, they're supposed to be all Nazis against the humans yet they haven't done anything too horrible. I think the Stardroids have done more than those losers."

[Radio: (D) Public] Elec Man transmits, " We could burn something....of the Mavericks. And then blame it on humans!!! They'll kill them like sheepy sheepies!"

[Radio: (D) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "OOC: We export sauerkraut. Isn't that torture enough?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "Hey Gutsss, Elec isss trying to horn in on your sssinging audienssce."

[Radio: (D) Public] Elec Man transmits, ""

[Radio: (D) Public] Elec Man transmits, "Hey! Just cause I can sing good, don't blame me! I'm talented."

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Only I may be the King of Karaoke!"

[Radio: (D) Public] Elec Man transmits, "But I'm better"

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "..."

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "That's it, I'm coming to kick your aft Elec Man, no one's better than me."

[Radio: (D) Public] Elec Man transmits, " Uh-oh! Yoink!"

[Radio: (D) Public] Elec Man transmits, "Come get me! Training room!"

Chill Snowcat shivers and manages to find his voice again, "T-thank you for helping me...." Though you could have numbed this completely you evil bastard. "Is...is it bad?"

"Quiet," Doppler mutters as he continues with his clipping of mangled servos and wiring. Once the worst of is cleared, he takes out a smaller length of clean cloth and a bottle of cleansing solution. Holding Chill's leg down firmly with his left hand, he uses the right to wash out the lingering mechfluids from the wound. During this he mumbles several choice words in German regarding the snowcat's design.

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "You kicking Elec'sss aft yet, Gutsss?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Elec Man transmits, "It's pretty evenly matched"

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "I don't think ssso. All he hasss to do isss land one sssolid punch."

Chill Snowcat silences himself and lays his head back down. A few times the feline twitches in pain. But he manages to stay remarkably still. The cat starts wishing his Papa was around to make this better.

[Radio: (D) Public] Elec Man transmits, " True, but he has yet to take me out >:)"

Dr. Doppler again dabs gently with the towel to absorb the last of the leaked fluids and cleansing solution. Now that the deconstruction is complete, the reconstruction can begin. The doctor puts one set of tools away and takes out another. The components he uses are simple and meant to be temporary, the kind normally used in field repairs. Even so, their installation is precise and exact. The pain from this should be minimal.

Chill Snowcat waits patiently for Doppler to finish. He's already feeling better. Though the lack of fluids isn't the best. And poor Doppler might be noticing the fact that Chill is capable of shedding....

Dr. Doppler has in fact noticed this, and adds it to the litany of design flaws being softly muttered under his breath. Once the new parts have been eased into their sockets, he takes out a vial of sealant paste and uses that to seal the connections.

However Doppler might also notice that where the fur has been burned, it has already replaced itself. So that rather then a blackened snowcat, there is quite a bit of whitish fur.

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Moloch transmits, "Hey, people. Bosses."

Also as Doppler replaces some lines, there is a sudden surge of cold that begins to creep through all of Chill's systems. It seems that part of what was leaking was his refrigeration coolant. Part of the reason that the cat was in such bad shape. In order to support all the assorted systems in Chill, most of which burn out in incredible speed. Dr. Jackson stuck Chill's innards in deep freeze. So there is very little replacing of parts due to internal meltdown.

Dr. Doppler waits the required two minutes for the paste to set. In that time, he does notice the self-replication of Chill's synthfur, and makes a mental note to investigate that at some point in the future. Once enough time has passed, he draws out a number of small color-coded bottles from the kit. These contain the most commonly used mechfluids in reploids, mostly hydraulic and energy-circulatory fluids. With them, he refills his patient's reservoirs somewhat, enough to make him functional but not at full capacity. Unfortunately, he does not have any coolant on hand, but he does make a radio to the closest med-tech and orders a liter or two of it to be brought to him.

Chill Snowcat is feeling much much better. The hydraulics and such give him relief from his previous pain. As the energy enters his systems there seems to be some boosts to assorted sections of Chill. In fact....there are quite a few surges. Doppler might notice that the fluids that were put in are quickly drained by sections of Chill's body. He was VERY low on everything.

As fate strikes again, a med-tech of sorts enters. But he's not the one Doppler radioed. Carrying a large amount of coolants, as well as other reploid fluids, Cyclops pauses, eyeing Dr. Doppler, before walking in further. "The coolants you requested, Doctor."

Dr. Doppler's expression is painstakingly neutral as he turns to regard Cyclops. "Thank you." He takes the coolant directly from him, then waves vaguely in the direction of the corner of the cot. Presumably where he wants the other medic to stand. The doctor returns to the task at hand, rummaging through the medkit until he finds the correct size funnel, then uses that to pour the coolant into the nearly empty reserve tank.

(Cyclops disconnects, so we pretend that he walks back out again.)

Chill Snowcat's systems seem to be coming to life at a quicker rate. His silver eyes open and brighten considerably.

Dr. Doppler fills the reserves to slightly above half. That should be enough to keep the snowcat functional, provided that he does not overly exert himself. He then caps the tank again to seal it tight.

Chill Snowcat smiles and feels the delightfully frozen temps filling his body. A sigh of utter relief escapes him.

Dr. Doppler checks the seals on the fresh repairs, adding an extra blot of paste on a crack previously overlooked. The repairs are on par with the doctor's usual work, but the parts used are not of the usual quality for a full repair job. Should Chill Snowcat overly exert himself, they will quickly fail. "Better?" he asks of his prisoner turned patient.

Chill Snowcat quickly tries getting to his feet, smiling VERY brightly, "Oh thank you Father....It feels WONDERFUL!" And his fur seems to shimmer as a shiver runs under his 'skin'. The result becomes apparent as the cat shakes and a shower of fur comes free. Some places in black clumps. A handsome pelt is noticeable. However where the burns damaged the skin too severely, it was still badly charred. He still needs repairs but he's much healthier.

Dr. Doppler looks over Chill for a moment, pleased with the small but necessary repairs made....and then looks down at himself. The still-damp stains to the labcoat are expected. The fur is not. He brushes off the soft loose fur as best he can, brow furrowing in mild irritation.

Chill Snowcat smiles and moves forward to Doppler's side, rubbing his head against Doppler's hands affectionately. He feels so much better. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!"

Dr. Doppler again accepts the display of affection, eventually moving to scritch the feline behind one ear. "Be careful not to exert yourself too much, Chill Snowcat. You are not fully repaired."

Chill Snowcat nodnods rapidly, "I understand...I don't want ta break myself again..." He bounds around at the end of his leash a little, just stretching mostly, "It feels great to be cold!"

Dr. Doppler pats Chill on the head in a gesture of fatherly affection, then moves to pack the tools and vials back into their proper places.

Chill Snowcat stretches out completely and lays on the floor, "Ya did a really good job. I feel alots better. I'm just glad I can't see myself....I know I ain't all repaired."

Dr. Doppler wipes his hands on his labcoat - a few more stains mean nothing at this point. "Thank you." He snaps the medkit case closed. "Now then, I expect you to behave yourself."

Chill Snowcat nods, "I've been...I swear I've been good."

Dr. Doppler picks up the case and begins moving for the door. The detritus can be removed by the cleaning drone on its next pass through. "Good. I expect to hear nothing but good reports about you in the future. And I do hate to be disappointed."