re_alignment | [Video] Backdated to within a few hours of the initial wave of monsters

[ Ratchet looks worn and a bit beaten about when he makes his call on the Link. He'd been caught by one of the Sharkticons before escaping back to the temple, and there's still smudges of energon glinting in the crevices of his helm and chevron that he missed when wiping his face off. Still, there's a spark in his eyes -- he may not be at the front of the fighting, but he's certainly not out of action. ]

Given this absolutely ridiculous influx of creatures, I'm going to remind you all that I'm a medic and that I know what I'm doing. If you get into a scrap, don't waste time being a hero and limping around with your innards hanging out -- come here and I'll fix you.

[ His eyes narrow. ]

But don't be an idiot either. If I find out that any of you have blown yourself up because you used too many grenades, I'm going to come after you and weld your hands to your skull.

[ The glare he's directing at the comm could kill a mech at twenty paces. ]

Wheeljack, this means you.

[[ ooc: going to be slow in responding, but I thought I'd post this up before I became even later than I already am. ]]

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[He knows that look. Before he was even mentioned he knew that message was made specifically for him. He's touched, Ratchet, he really is.]

Hey, have a little faith, Doc.

[He notices Ratchet's condition.]

Maybe you should stay in the temple. It's like Prime said, a medic's more needed in the medical bay than on the field.

Edited 2012-07-11 01:28 (UTC)

[Snickering. Wheeljack you are so busted. It's so much funnier when it happens to someone else.]

So, how many are 'too many' grenades?

[ Don't go snickering there, Drift. He's onto you too. ]

If you have to ask, you shouldn't be using them in the first place.

[Wheeljack nudges Drift, a slight smirk on his face. DON'T LOOK AT HIS MOM'S PHONE CALL, DUDE.]

[Aww Ratchet, but Drift is his new buddy! They bonded over killing stuff!]

Easy, Doc, it'll be fine. Drift and I got things covered, so you just make sure the kid's okay.

You too.

Edited 2012-07-11 02:05 (UTC)

[ADSGFDSFS!! One day Drift will learn to lock posts. Especially from Ratchet.]

Just trying to help you keep an optic on Wheeljack.

[Drift nudges back. They are also bonding, apparently, over being Ratchet's 'favorite' patients.]

Of course you are.

[ He is so unconvinced, but going to let it lie, because if they're watching each other's backs, then maybe they won't get injured as much. ]

Take it you guys have met. That's touching.

Don't worry about us, Doc, we got this covered.

Won't even need to prepare sick bay.

Yeah. We've....met.

[If by 'met' you mean 'Ratchet glared so hard through the video feed that Drift was fixed in place until the medic hunted him down and scanned him'. Which is probably about right.]

But he didn't feel the need to lecture me. [Publicly at any rate.]

How about I prep it for the others who will inevitably need it, and then if you and Drift come in with pieces missing, I'll be ready to wire you back together?

[ Shut up, Wheeljack. It wasn't made only with you in mind ... although, okay, the thought of you certainly triggered the idea for this post in the first place. ~~If you get hurt, Ratchet doesn't think he can handle raising a child as a single mom.~~ ]

I have huge amounts of faith in you when it comes to being a warrior, Wheeljack. I just also know exactly what kinds of methods you use... because I'm not exactly in the mood to clean up all the time.

[ Yes, he remembers your horrendous Wrecker catch phrase and no he will never outright admit it. Probably. ]

[YEAH YEAH SURE. He believes you. Really. This is the face of total and utter belief. But, he's shocked at the compliment.]

...Ya really put trust in me, Ratch?

[Something about that makes him smile.]

There's gonna be clean up no matter what. I'm a Wrecker, after all.

[ Ratchet's optics shift off to the side as he replies, looking vaguely ... embarrassed? ]

Whatever, don't let it get to your head or anything.

[ He coughs, revs his engine a bit before changing the topic. ]

And if you must leave a mess behind, at least make sure that it's not you who's getting messed up. Deal?

[Too late. He's fully confident now.]

Hey, I'll do anythin' to avoid gettin' my arm welded off again.

Just stay safe, got it?

Good. Because I know where you sleep now.

[ He grins menacingly, then pauses and his expression becomes a little more unsure. ]

And ... you too.

Not sure if I should be charmed by that or more on edge.

[He gives a light chuckle.]

See ya around, Ratchet.

Why not take it both ways, then?

[ Okay, fine. You get a tentatively friendly smile. ]

I'll also ... see you soon.

[ Because saying "Goodbye" is far too permanent. ]

Heh, don't wait up for me.

[He gives a friendly smirk back as the transmission cuts.]

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