audio - locked to ratchet

[primest]

[this is embarrassing. painful, too. but mostly embarrassing.]

Can you- uh. Meet me somewhere. I... need help with something. Again.

[you'll have to forgive him for being so vague and snippy. having your hands forcibly torn off does that to a mech.

happy valentine's day.]


audio - locked to blurr, forward dated by a day or so

I'm gonna need a few days off.

Comments

PRIVATE FOREVER

[neededthat]

[Dear Primus, what was it now?]

Let me guess. You punched a wall again, didn't you?

Re: PRIVATE FOREVER

[primest]

Oh, you're funny. Really funny.

No, that other Ratchet decided to tear off both my hands. It's ok, I'll try not to bleed out while you think of some clever remark for it.

[U WANNA GO M8]

[neededthat]

[Excuse him.

There's a sound of a dropped vial shattering, and string curse words that follow. Suddenly, Ratchet sounds like he's closer to the device.]

Why didn't you just say that in the first place?!

Where are you?!

[primest]

Near Vector's temple.

[zoop, co-ords.]

My guess would be shock. Because of the chainsaw.

[you could call his deadpan "fuck you" mode his shock reaction if it wasn't how he was all the time. woops.]

[neededthat]

C-Chainsaw...

[He shakes his head and starts to gather supplies.]

I'll be there as soon as I can.

[primest]

He's an insane medic, I was honestly not surprised.

[there's a small pause.] The blowtorch though... that one was unexpected.

[he's not gonna move, bro. whenever ratchet gets to him, he'll be in one of the hallways sitting against the wall.]

[neededthat]

[He rushes over as quick as he can, about fifteen minutes later and transforms from his alt mode once he's a few yards away. He runs up to him and kneels beside him, a large kit beside him.

Along with what looks to be a pair of three pronged claws.

He takes up one arm, inpecting it.]

Why would he want your hands?

[primest]

[sentinel isn't really paying attention, just kind of staring blankly at the wall.]

How would I know? He didn't exactly sit me down and explain it.

[neededthat]

[Well then, you won't mind him starting some attachment work on your wrists. His hand changes into a weilder and he starts to attach metal ligaments.]

Did he just... come out of no where?

[primest]

[nah, he is beyond giving a shit. trying to avoid looking.]

Kind of. He's surprisingly quiet for a six wheeler.

[and just. super fucking creepy.]

[neededthat]

Is there anything else you can tell me about the incident?

[And he'll be zapping away then.]

[primest]

He punched me in the head then chainsawed both my hands off while I was disorientated. It's really not that exciting.

[YEAH BRO YOU DO THAT. he can see what kind of hands they are and he hates it. yaaaay.]

[neededthat]

[It's all he could find.

He works diligently, focusing on the task at hand, level headed.

Ratchet takes an energon cube out of his kit, just in case. He tries his best not to lose anymore of it as he works on the Prime's hands.]

Locked forever

[raceme]

Sentinel, did something happen?

Re: Locked forever

[primest]

[DEEPEST SIGH EVER.]

Double extremity loss. Thanks to that crazy Ratchet.

[raceme]

Wait, WHAT!? When did that happen? What extremities? Weneedtogetyoutoamedic.

[primest]

Both hands.

[he's really monotone right now. B(] I've already seen Ratchet - the sane one - and got. Uh. Replacements.

[raceme]

Dear Primus. Are you in your room or the medbay? Don't worry about work I'll take care of that but I think we need to talk about what happened.

[primest]

My room.

[a beat.] If you're coming, bring me high grade. As much as you can carry.

[cause boy does he need it!]

[raceme]

Are you sure it's a good idea? Perhaps the high grade will only stress your systems further.

[But he's coming and bringing you some stuff.]

[primest]

Blurr, I mean this in the nicest possible way but I really don't care.

I'm taking a few days off and I fully intend to spend all of them unconscious.

[YOU CAN'T STOP HIM HE'LL JUST GO TO THE BAR IF YOU REFUSE.]

[raceme]

Okay, okay, I don't blame you. [He woudl probably do the same if he were on Sentinel's place.] But I'll be checking on you to make sure your processor doesn't get friend.

I will go get you the cubes and I'll be there in 12 minutes and 35 seconds.

[>change to action? :3]

ACTION IT UP YO

[primest]

Sure, whatever.

[his door'll be open and he'll be sitting cross legged on his berth when blurr gets to his room.]

ACTION wooo /o/

[raceme]

[Blurr is carrying a ton of cubes and he's glad that the door's open because he can't even see.] Sentinel could you give me a han...ohImsorrynevermind.

YOU GODDAMN

[primest]

[if anything was in his immediate grabbing radius then it would've been thrown at you for that, blurr.]

Yeah, funny. Just put them wherever.