accidental video

[primest]

[good morning, haven. did you want sentinel screaming obsceneties at this ungodly hour of the morning?

too bad, because he woke up with all his paint stripped off, and he is not happy in the least.]

Are you FRAGGING KIDDING ME?!

[as you can see, he's perfectly capable of orginizing his thoughts about the matter in a coherent way.

looks like the paralyzer blackarachnia used on him hasn't entirely worn off, either. he tries to get off his berth and fell right on his face, down off the screen. graceful as ever, the swearing continues off screen for a few minutes. he also might've fired off the gun he has in his arm a few times.

...and hit himself in the face with the recoil. again. this really isn't his day.]

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[neededthat]

[Sentinel please. You're worse than the children he used to deal with.]

What were you doing in the Junk Pile, and... paperwork? For what?

[primest]

[DONT YOU DARE.]

Looking for useful things. What, are you new? That massive pile of trash is basically where we get anything around here.

[UGH YOU PLEBE] The Police Force. Of which I am a part. I didn't just walk into a random office and decide to start attacking the first datapad I saw.

[neededthat]

Yes, I am new. I came here a few weeks ago. And I'm still adjusting to how this new Cybertron works.

You're part of the police force.

[Really.]

Are you the administrative assistant or...?

[primest]

Ah. Well, then, welcome to the party planet.

[he just--]

Administrat-- I'm a PRIME. [wait, ratchet is probably one of those.] Uh, but. Probably not the one you're thinking of. It's a military rank and no I don't have the Matrix because different universes and whatever else where's your medbay?

[neededthat]

Prime is considered a military rank where you come from...

[Oh boy. There's an audible shrug.]

I'm currently located at Solus' medbay. Unless you would like for me to come to you.

[primest]

Yes the Magnus is the supreme commander, blah blah blah, I'm sure you don't care about any of this.

[oh man does he dislike you already. though, that's not really hard with sentinel.]

No! I don't need a house call! I'll be there soon.

[neededthat]

No I--

[He is genuinely curious but he vents a sigh.]

I'll be waiting for your arrival.

video >> action?

[primest]

[yeah sorry he doesn't give two fucks about that or what you think right now he's just so pissed off also he punched a wall and broke a few of his fingers fix those too THANKS.]

ACTION

[neededthat]

[You need some anger management classes bro.

But Ratchet waits for him at the medbay, none the less. He has his arm console open, ready to scan the other bot when he arrived, tapping a few buttons.]

Re: ACTION

[primest]

[along with a shitload of therapy.

sentinel transforms and arrives, stomping into the medbay. completely grey.

he'd look like a zombie to 'bots of his own universe.]

[neededthat]

[Ratchet lifts his gaze and sees the bot walk in.

If he had a nose, he'd be wrinkling it.]

Could you please walk calmly into the medbay?

[primest]

Uh huh. Whatever.

[stomping just a little less, now.

aaand PLONK onto a berth near where ratchet's standing.]

[neededthat]

[And he's gonna just stare at him.

And snap the console on his arm closed. Crossing his arms.]

Is that it?

[primest]

Apparently. Forgive me for being mildly concerned about having some sort of paralyzing agent floating around in my systems!

[then he holds out his hand, two fingers sparking.]

Oh, this too. I slipped. And punched a wall. Really hard.

[neededthat]

Then perhaps we should let it linger longer.

[He shoots him a glare, ignoring his hand.]

As someone treating you for your aliments, I would like a little respect, Prime or not.

[primest]

Yeah, sure. I'll give you a call if I slip into stasis.

[you know when he's not so angry he's only a little bit nicer than this.]

Okay.

[this face. does it just scream "i give zero fucks about what you want"? because that's exactly the intention.]

[neededthat]

[Oh Primus. He rubs his face and shakes his head before he flips open his console.

He was a medic. And this was someone who was a part of the Police Force. How would that look on his imaginary track record? Pretty bad.

Ratchet taps a few buttons and steps up beside Sentinel, letting the device in his arm scan over his body, flickering to life as it does so.]

[primest]

[yeah bitch you get to work like a good little medic.

sentinel may or may not have made a face at you while your back was turned. and maybe a rude hand sign. god he hates you already.

when ratchet turns back, his expression drops back to neutral, and hands back to his sides. all he's gonna do is watch the scanner in total silence.]

[neededthat]

[If only Ratchet knew. His aft would be kicked out of this medbay in a nanosecond.

But the Autobot Medic continues his work, reading the data. He lets the scanner turn off as he reads the data.]

Whatever was in your systems, it's depleting. It should be out of your systems soon enough.

[Ratchet pulls up a chair and a small rolly-table with surgical instruments laid across a small rubber mat on it. He sits down in his chair and holds his hand out for the other's damaged one.]

Give me your hand.

[primest]

Good.

[gives his hand without another word.]

[neededthat]

[Oh all of the internal YELLING.

But Ratchet gets right to work on his hand with a small laser, working on those pesky digits, not even looking up at him.

Not even a word. But the seething irritation radiating about him is so thick, you could cut it with a knife.]

[primest]

[well, he's calmed down a bit but could give less of a shit about ratchet's irritation; sentinel is getting fixed up so who cares?

the faster he gets this done with, the faster sentinel can leave and they can get on with their days.]

[neededthat]

[Ratchet is quiet for a moment longer before...]

So you're a 'Prime'. But what's your name? And are you the head of the Police Force here?

[primest]

Sentinel Prime, and no. Some guy called Mccrane is.

[dismissive shrug. he's never even met Mccrane.]

[neededthat]

McCrane?

[He quirks a brow ridge at that.]

Well, I'm glad there is a police force here. Some order is better than no order I suppose.

[Zap zap.]