'Of course Ironhide has followed me here. My cybernetics aren't even made of Iron!' He thought to himself as he went back to the Turbolift. "Deck 8." Wes commanded. "Cousin? Right! There was that one Tsuriac! Huh, what are the chances?" Wes said to himself. He hasn't really kept in touch with the other survivors of the crash, well other then Admiral Jones, but even then the admiral is the first to make any kind of contact with him. Wes just doesn't see the point in bringing up such a rough experience.
The Turbolift stopped at deck 8, the deck where his quarters are located. He went down the hallway until he came to his cabin, it's about 4 doors down from the Turbolift. Wes pressed a button on the control panel next to his door to make it open. Inside his cabin was fairly simple. It didn't have a ton of personal stuff, just all of the medals he has gotten over the years on the wall above his bed. He did however have several rifles, pistols, and knives all laying out on a table along with his armor, and a datapad.
Wes took the datapad in his hand, and plopped down on a chair. He leaned back, and started reading the pad. The datapad had the dossiers of many of the crew, giving him a service record, among other things. He was particularly interested in learning more about Dr. Kerstin Wilde, he heard the Captain say something about her having a reputation of some kind. "A Cyborg?" Wes muttered as he read her file. Some of her cybernetics were elective in nature, something that troubled Wes. Thanks to his childhood, he's a little weary of other Cyborgs, especially the kind that make modifications that are unneeded.
He tried to move onto another file, but he was just bothered by her. He needed to know if he can put his life in her hands, or is she a zealot like his family. He tossed the datapad on the table, and left his room. This was going to eat at him unless he found out himself. "Take me to the Med Bay." Wes commanded as he entered the lift.
He exited the lift, and made his way into the Med Bay. He walked in on the doctor tinkering with her cybernetic hand. Looked painful. Good thing he has very little feeling in his cybernetics, it barely hurts when he has to make such repairs. Down side is that he can't really feel anything, the touch of skin, a cool breeze, nothing. Very annoying. Wes' right eye turned grey as he looked her up and down. He could see her skeletal structure, and her cybernetics. Her cybernetics weren't nearly as extensive as his. Not only does he have his limbs replaced, but he also has several organs replace; his heart, liver, and kidneys are completely cybernetic, and he has a implant on his lungs that allows him much more resistance to areas with low oxygen, and poisonous gases. Not to mention his brain implants.
"Oh, my apologies ma'am. I'm interrupting." Wes said, not sure if she noticed him. His right eye returned to it's normal color. "I'm Commander Carter......or Ironhide." Wes sighed at the mention of his nickname. He feels it's just ridiculous, but what can you do? These things have a life of it's own. "I was just getting a look around the ship to make sure everything was ok. I'll come back later."