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re_alignment2012-07-19 09:27 pm
vandalization) wrote in re_alignment2012-07-19 09:27 pm
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[Voice]
[A heavily modulated male voice crackles over the network. Each word is broken up by heavy breathing.]
Can you hear me? Is this working?
This is RIG number 438642. My name is-
This is Vandal.
Please. Someone who isn't a freak in a cloak, please respond.
I need to get back to the sprawl. I need- Oh fucking shit I can see the bone. God damn it stop bleeding.
Please help. I need to get back to Titan Station. I'm. Hurt. Badly. Bleeding.
Please.
[Click.]
Can you hear me? Is this working?
This is RIG number 438642. My name is-
This is Vandal.
Please. Someone who isn't a freak in a cloak, please respond.
I need to get back to the sprawl. I need- Oh fucking shit I can see the bone. God damn it stop bleeding.
Please help. I need to get back to Titan Station. I'm. Hurt. Badly. Bleeding.
Please.
[Click.]
[ Voice ]
Oh, thank fuck. You got a name? Can you tell me where the hell I am?
[ Voice ]
And I'm Ratchet and you're currently on Cybertron.
[ Short, sharp words, because he's focussed on driving out, getting to this newcomer ASAP. ]
[ Voice ]
I'm-
Wait what?
[ Voice -> Action ]
[ And up vrooms an ambulance which then transforms into one of said Cybertronians. ]
And I see that you're a human? Is it acceptable for me to pick you up?
[ He's already scanning as much as he can, but it's hard to tell through the armour and the relatively obvious voice modulation. ]
[ Voice]
[And then there he is and holy shit.]
WHAT.
WHAT?! NO! FUCK! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!
[Action]
This is Ratchet. I'm a Cybertronian, as I mentioned before -- a sentient robotic organism. I'm a medic, the cheif medical officer of my unit, and I believe I would be able to treat you, since I've helped treat humans in the past.
[ His eyes flick to their surroundings, then, uncertain. ]
I'd really rather take you back to my medbay, though. It's got all my supplies, it's cleaner and... well. It's a bit safer, too.
[Action]
H...
Haha.
Hahahahahaha... I'm dead. this is it. I'm dead or dying and this is all a dream. Okay, take me back, robot guy. Ratchet. Wow.
At least this is some great dying wish to have. Fucking childhood fantasies do come true when you bite it, huh?
[She flops over uselessly onto one side.]
[Action]
You certainly aren't dead at this point, and I am not a fantasy.
[ He switches back to his alt-mode, pops open the driver's side door for the human to get in. ]
You're going to have to climb in yourself, though. I'm not so skilled at transforming that I can pick you up and guarantee you'll be in a hollow space when I've switched over.
[ Other mechs can do that, but Ratchet's not practiced in that sort of finesse. He's had other skills to work on. ]
[Action]. Have your favorite patient.
[ He had gone looking for help and help had snuck in while he was gone. So, in other words, typical Drift luck. ]
Uh. Hi, Ratchet. [Vandal, your new robot friend is maybe not so cool anymore?]
[Action]
[She was in the process of trying to peel herself up out of the junk and limp toward Ratchet's open door. It's not easy to get her footing here, so she's actually more like... dragging herself.]
[Perma-action]
[ Ratchet's engine roars, but he doesn't change back -- getting this human inside and back to the medbay is more important than beating dents into Drift's helm. ]
Ugh- Nevermind, I'll yell at you for having all the survival instinct of a toaster when we get back to the temple. In the meanwhile, make yourself useful and help get this one into me, so that I can get her proper care ASAP.
[Perma-action]
[but he knows a Dire Threat when he hears one. It is probably going to be one epic yelling at. ]
He--she(?)--[whatever and frag this gender stuff anyway. ]--needed help. I couldn't just do nothing.
[So, stupidest possible option, obviously. ]
[He approaches Vandal, spreading his hands for a moment, trying to figure how to do this. ]
All right. Let me know if this hurts. Uh. Hurts more.
[Because obviously Vandal's in pain. ]
[And with that, he scoops up the metal figure, turning gingerly toward the ambulance's open door, secretly figuring Ratchet's going to whack him with a door once he lays the figure down. ]
[Perma-action]
[A brief pause, and she winces, curling in on herself as the gentle metal hands move her into the guy... vehicle...]
Hey. Go easy on him. Drift... he's.
S'a good guy... robot... car...
[So she's a little loopy. But she doesn't want to see her new buddies bar at each other.]
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Next time, you could comm someone else like, say, me? And we'll get to it.
You can trust other people to do things for you, you know.
[ And perhaps the reproach will sink in better than physical trauma. Who knows? Ratchet's got a patient to tend to, anyway. ]
Right, so I still don't know your name, human, but I'm going to start moving now. Buckle up if you can, but if not, we'll manage.
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You were busy. [Excuse #1, and its best friend, Excuse #2. ]
Besides. Someone shows up injured, maybe they're in danger.
[The kind of danger Drift is good at. ]
I. Uh. They shouldn't have to.
That's Vandal. Vandal killed a reactor. [Be impressed!]
You want me to go ahead of you?
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