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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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.]

[primest]

Yup. Should help with all the rampant murdering that seems to happen so much around here.

[yeah did anyone tell you about that.

he also absolutely didn't flinch slightly.]

[neededthat]

[HE STOPS and lowers his laser.]

Excuse me?

[primest]

Oh, I guess no-one told you then.

[shrug. he doesn't seem to care all that much about it.]

If there's anything big happening, you can bet your pistons that a few people will spontaneously go crazy and do some murdering.

[neededthat]

Something big?

[It's been pretty quiet as far as Ratchet could see.]

But don't people only become crazy when they're in the badlands? Or when their glyphs disappear?

[That hand of yours can wait for now.]

[primest]

Yeah, like Unicron doing something. Ask some people about the Pillar! Or don't, because it was awful and a lot of people were traumatized. I'd tell you myself but those murders? Almost died and was unconscious for most of it.

[wow sentinel someone tried to murder you? AMAZING.]

Those are just the ones we're sure about.

[no it's ok it's not like it hurts or anything.]

[neededthat]

[A pillar? That's new.

But Ratchet shakes his head.]

Are there usually signs? Routine occurances that appear when one of these 'big things' happen?

[primest]

[rather cheerfully:] Nope! You might just wake up one day and everyone's eating each other!

Like I said, party planet.

[god he hates it here so much.]

[neededthat]

[He stares at him for a long moment before he snaps himself out of it.

That's terrifying. But Ratchet continues his work.]

Good thing there are medics here.