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[letmefixyou]

[that sure is ratchet spattered with blue energon! obsevant viewers may note it has a slightly green tint. his right shoulder is also very clearly broken, the torn metal sparking and leaking sickly looking yellow/green energon.]

For a police force, you people have a stupidly low presence around this place.

[he kicks something off screen, making a loud clang.]

The Solian medbay will be without the other Ratchet for a while. Consider this a lesson in impulse control.

[click.]

((ooc: replies will come from both medics, although sg ratchet's will be somewhat sparse due to trying to get as far away as possible. assume they're coming from the separate devices as sg would've fled the scene immediately after making the broadcast. tfp ratchet would've also sent a distress signal during the video for anyone that wants to save him!))

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[neededthat]

[Actually.

No he did not know that. And he might be a little apprehensive when he does pull up, standing in a rather defensive position.]

[sciencetank]

[He rolls up, slowing and transforming back into the scientist we all know and... occasionally like.]

... Are you all right?

[neededthat]

[Oh.

That was his Alt Mode.

He purses his lips, and stands up straighter. As much as he can at least in his current condition. Ratchet offers a small bashful smile and waves his hand dismissively as he walks up to the other Autobot.]

Yes, I'm fine. I just haven't ever seen your Alt Mode before.

[sciencetank]

Really? I thought everyone had by now.

[No, really, he'd been here for so long, he couldn't recall who had seen him, and who hadn't.]

[He shakes his head, and, seemingly from nowhere, removes a datapad.]

Shall we get to the examination, then?

[neededthat]

I didn't think your Alt Mode was a... tank. It comes to me as a surprise really.

[But the medic nods.]

Yes, of course.

[sciencetank]

Yes, I get that... often.

[He shakes his head. He really doesn't see what all the fuss is about.]

How much was it, exactly, you used?

[neededthat]

Well, I always saw you as a pacifist. A tank is the last thing I would see as your Alt Mode.

[He rubs at small dent on the side of his head. Sorry Percy, no exact information on that.]

A testing tube's worth.

[sciencetank]

I am a pacifist. I reformatted into my current mode in order to better complete my study in the Sea of Rust. Nothing more.

[And on that point, he is extremely emphatic. Even using hand gestures to make it perfectly clear he has zero intention of using his alt-mode offensively.]

[It's a form of defense, more than anything.]

Small, medium, or large. Their volumes vary, but I should be capable of figuring out a rough approximation based on that information.

[neededthat]

[He closes his eyes, trying to imagine the scene, before Ratchet came barging in.]

It was a small one. I didn't want to use too much from the sample that Knock Out was able to provide us initially. The rest of the unstable Synthen is stored away. Securely.

[sciencetank]

Securely. Good. There's something of a relief.

[He scrubs his hand over his face before scribbling his notes down.]

And after the sample was... disposed of...? What occurred?

[neededthat]

[He pauses, recalling back to those tense moments.]

I felt an instant surge of energy... It all happened in an instant but. I punched my hand through his shoulder. A significant increase in strength and speed.

We scuffled a bit, but he struck me in the side. I was a little too confident in my abilities.

[sciencetank]

Highly energetic... increase in speed, strength... overconfidence...

[He's writing them down as he speaks, his optics narrowing.]

But no other side effects, currently?

[neededthat]

High sensitivity to light and sounds...

Not nearly as extreme as a single dose I had in the past. [Thankfully.]

[sciencetank]

[He curses quietly, scowling as he writes it down.]

Then it's still far from perfect... Primus.

[neededthat]

[Ratchet furrows his brow. He couldn't help but feel disappointed in himself. He figured out the formula before, under almost gunpoint. Here, even with assistance from Perceptor, they still weren't at the final solution.

Ratchet knew they were close.

Hesitantly, he rests his hand on Perceptor's arm, leaning his head down to try and make eyecontact with him.]

We'll just keep trying. That's all we can do for now.

[sciencetank]

[He blinks. Something like confusion flickers in his face. He's staring at the other's hand, as if startled he's being contacted at all.]

[It's enough to get him to slowly lift his head, blinking owlishly.]

Of course. I've no intention of stopping my work, personally. I never believed you would feel any differently.

You're... concerned. Aren't you?

[neededthat]

[His hand flinches away as he sees that reaction. Ratchet instead lifts that hand to rub at his neck cables, shrugging his shoulders.]

Worried more than anything. [He lowers his hand as he feels another dribble of energon escape the corner of his mouth. He wipes it off and looks at its discoloration.]

That Ratchet was curious about Synthen before. I refused to tell him anything about it. But now that he's seen it in action, there's no telling what he'll do next.

[sciencetank]

[That only increases the tilting of his head. Did he say something wrong? What...?]

Ah, well. Understandable.

[His optics narrow.] Should you really be up and about at the moment...?

As long as he doesn't have a sample, or the formula, I don't see what can be done. My lab is secure.

[neededthat]

[He isn't used to giving physical contact in a comforting gesture. Ratchet chooses to ignore the head tilting, clearing his vocalizer.]

I was just about to head over to Knock Out's clinic.

[He medic nods.]

I understand that, but Ratchet is unpredictable.

[sciencetank]

Good. See to it you're checked in full.

[Not that he ever does, personally, but do as I say, not as I do.]

So I've noticed. Though I doubt he's more powerful than Grimlock, and it took him in a veritable tantrum to do anything to my lab.

[neededthat]

[He blinks slowly.]

Was Grimlock a friend of yours?

[sciencetank]

... He was something.

[Which is about as close to an adequate description as he could get for the massive Autobot.]

[neededthat]

[He smiles a little before he lifts his hand to his injured side.]

If anything changes in my condition, I will let you know. For now, I'll head to Knock Out's.

[sciencetank]

Very well.

[He nods, but looks him over again.]

Do you require an escort?

[neededthat]

I'll be fine.

[He offers him a smile.]

I'll be back before you know it.