You're in Good Hands

Name's Ratchet, Autobot CMO. Need something fixed? Mneh, I might be able to help you. Provided you're not just wasting my time. I have a lot to get done and I only have so long to do it, you know.

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

muh

Okay just letting everyone know I'm still active on this account, just... Ratchet's giving me the silent treatment right now so I can't do anything. I have a feeling he might come back soon though.

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

Waking up

Ratchet started to wake after twelve joors of solid recharge, onlining his optics to his darkly lit office. Funny, he couldn't remember turning those off... First Aid must've while he was out. He sat up in his cot and stretched out, letting out a yawn. He then stood up, putting a hand on his desk to steady himself as he was still waking from a long recharge. That was actually the longest he'd actually recharged in a long time.

He turned the lights on, noticing there still were no documents on his desk. There was, however, a cube of mid grade energon on it. He picked up said cube and opened the door, walking out into the medibay. He took a sip from the cube and looked around, trying to see whether the bay was busy.

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

Normally he’d complain he didn’t need the assistance, but he was too tired to bother. Besides, Aid was only being polite. 

Ratchet would normally protest that he didn’t need to be checked on either, but he wasn’t like that with First Aid. His younger friend and apprentice was too kind sparked for him to yell at. Probably the only exception. 

He smiled and made an instinctual clicking noise in response to Aid’s happy whir. It was a natural response to the noise made by a younger Cybertronian. Commonly heard from creators and their younglings.

[compassionatemedicalofficer-blog]

The exchange of mechanical noises went unnoticed by First Aid, all too used to the familial behavior shown in their medibay. 

The younger medic squeezed Ratchet’s arm, before gently pushing him towards his office. “Alright, /go/, you old coot. You deserve a nice defrag."

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

Ratchet looked back at Aid before continuing inside. He rolled his optics at the comment but showed no hostility towards the banter. 

He was more exhausted than he had originally thought. As soon as he went in his office he had planned to check to see if any reports needed completing before recharging but he found himself collapsing on the cot instead. Before he went into recharge completely, he noticed the distinct lack of datapads on his desk. First Aid and Ambulon must've taken care of it.

[shoddypaintwork]

dontmesswiththehatchet started following

[shoddypaintwork]

“Ratchet, it’s good to see that you’re back. We were starting to get a little short staffed around the medbay- Especially with these wreckers picking fights down in the bar.”

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

"I can imagine. First Aid has informed me of everything that's been happening. It seems to be a good time for me to have come to."

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

"I know. But I’m concerned I might go out for weeks again."  He sighed. “You’re right though. I feel like I’ve been on my peds for three weeks straight." Proper recharge should stop his helm from hurting too. He nodded and smiled. First Aid was right. “All right, I’ll sleep. But I’ll use the cot in my office in case there’s an emergency." He got up and went to his office, turning to face his friend as he unlocked the door. 

"Thanks, Aid."

[compassionatemedicalofficer-blog]

"No problem, Ratch." First Aid says softly, assisting his superior and his friend to his office, visor soft and a friendly shade of aqua.

"Recharge will do you good. I’ll come check on you too, okay? Just, please get your rest!" The younger medic leans up to affectionately rub his mask against Ratchet’s cheek, letting out a happy whir, special to only mechs of the younger variety. “I’ve got the medbay under control. Have a good rest!"

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

Normally he'd complain he didn't need the assistance, but he was too tired to bother. Besides, Aid was only being polite. 

Ratchet would normally protest that he didn't need to be checked on either, but he wasn't like that with First Aid. His younger friend and apprentice was too kind sparked for him to yell at. Probably the only exception. 

He smiled and made an instinctual clicking noise in response to Aid's happy whir. It was a natural response to the noise made by a younger Cybertronian. Commonly heard from creators and their younglings.

[compassionatemedicalofficer-blog]

"It’s all happening very fast," First Aid explained, visor dimming in worry as he helped ease Ratchet into a seat, resting a delicate hand on his shoulder. 

"Maybe you should take a stasis nap, Ratch. I think it might do you wonders! I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a combination of virus and spacial rends that’s making you lose your memory, but unfortunately I’m a doctor, not a scientist." The younger medic tsked, briefly brushing his thumb over Ratchet’s chevron, soothingly. “Come on, go sleep some. I’ve been taking good care of the medibay, I can go without someone helping a little while longer. Besides, I have Ambulon to help."

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

Ratchet nodded and sighed. He let himself be eased down.

He tried to protest with First Aid’s advice. He had been asleep for three weeks. He shouldn’t need any more of it. “I shouldn’t need any more sleep." Ratchet shook his head. “I’ve done too much lying around. Three weeks is plenty time to rest." He could protest all he wanted, but Ratchet knew his apprentice was right. He was just afraid he’d go out for weeks again.

[compassionatemedicalofficer-blog]

"You weren’t resting for three weeks, Ratch. The sort of state that the tears put a mech in can warp time for everybody involved - you think you were asleep for three weeks, but you were just in a state of limbo. You weren’t getting any rest and were probably confused and unconscious - I chalk this up to the fact that you need actual recharge, okay?" First Aid looked worriedly at his mentor and friend, hoping he would understand.

The last thing he needed in the medibay was a grumpy Ratchet.

"Come on. You can set your chronometer to wake you up,and I’ll make sure you do get up, okay? I wouldn’t worry. You’re probably just really taxed right now."

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

"I know. But I'm concerned I might go out for weeks again."  He sighed. "You're right though. I feel like I've been on my peds for three weeks straight." Proper recharge should stop his helm from hurting too. He nodded and smiled. First Aid was right. "All right, I'll sleep. But I'll use the cot in my office in case there's an emergency." He got up and went to his office, turning to face his friend as he unlocked the door. 

"Thanks, Aid."

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

readyforsomefootball started following you

"Eject, right?" He thought he knew that signal.

[readyforsomefootball-blog]

Eject hesitates when Ratchet comms him, feeling nervousness flicker through his spark. “Yeah, Doc," he responds carefully. “It’s me. You, uhh… you remember me…?" He asks tentatively.

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

Ratchet smiled. "I'm having trouble remembering some things, but I still remember bots." 

[compassionatemedicalofficer-blog]

"Oh! Really, nothing’s been going on. Chromedome stabilized after he attempted to take his own life but I guess I tear swallowed him up right whole, because his signature isn’t anywhere on the Lost Light. Rewind and Eject also came back from the dead. And Red Alert and Ultra Magnus aren’t affected by the virus anymore."

First Aid rubs his helm, scratching at his helm crest.

"The usual, easy junk. I’m working on building Rewind a new pelvis and legs, and arm, that’s all."

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

"Wait… You just told me they were dead… And now they’re not…" He sat back down and put a hand to his helm. “At least Chromedome, Ultra Magnus and Red Alert are stable." He sighed. He missed too much. He tried to focus on how he’d gone out again but was met with another stabbing pain in his processor. He grabbed his head again and stifled a shout of pain. Maybe he should stop trying to figure out the past and work on what was happening now. 

His optics dimmed and half shut as he listened to his apprentice. It was seriously starting to grind his gears how he couldn’t get his processor to work. “Hopefully this virus has nothing to do with my lack of ability to access my memory…" He mumbled as he put a hand to his face.

[compassionatemedicalofficer-blog]

"It’s all happening very fast," First Aid explained, visor dimming in worry as he helped ease Ratchet into a seat, resting a delicate hand on his shoulder. 

"Maybe you should take a stasis nap, Ratch. I think it might do you wonders! I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a combination of virus and spacial rends that’s making you lose your memory, but unfortunately I’m a doctor, not a scientist." The younger medic tsked, briefly brushing his thumb over Ratchet’s chevron, soothingly. “Come on, go sleep some. I’ve been taking good care of the medibay, I can go without someone helping a little while longer. Besides, I have Ambulon to help."

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

Ratchet nodded and sighed. He let himself be eased down.

He tried to protest with First Aid's advice. He had been asleep for three weeks. He shouldn't need any more of it. "I shouldn't need any more sleep." Ratchet shook his head. "I've done too much lying around. Three weeks is plenty time to rest." He could protest all he wanted, but Ratchet knew his apprentice was right. He was just afraid he'd go out for weeks again.

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[dontmesswiththehatchet]

He snapped back when First Aid became awkwardly silent. “Heh, I’m asking too many questions." He decided he should visit Brainstorm later and get more info. First Aid was most likely having the same questions himself. He got up, his helm no longer bothering him. “All right. What needs to be done immediately? You’ve most likely had a lot to do in the last few weeks."

[compassionatemedicalofficer-blog]

"Oh! Really, nothing’s been going on. Chromedome stabilized after he attempted to take his own life but I guess I tear swallowed him up right whole, because his signature isn’t anywhere on the Lost Light. Rewind and Eject also came back from the dead. And Red Alert and Ultra Magnus aren’t affected by the virus anymore."

First Aid rubs his helm, scratching at his helm crest.

"The usual, easy junk. I’m working on building Rewind a new pelvis and legs, and arm, that’s all."

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

"Wait... You just told me they were dead... And now they're not..." He sat back down and put a hand to his helm. "At least Chromedome, Ultra Magnus and Red Alert are stable." He sighed. He missed too much. He tried to focus on how he'd gone out again but was met with another stabbing pain in his processor. He grabbed his head again and stifled a shout of pain. Maybe he should stop trying to figure out the past and work on what was happening now. 

His optics dimmed and half shut as he listened to his apprentice. It was seriously starting to grind his gears how he couldn't get his processor to work. "Hopefully this virus has nothing to do with my lack of ability to access my memory..." He mumbled as he put a hand to his face.

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

acidicseeker started following you

Another Decepticon? Why were they so interested in him? 

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

readyforsomefootball started following you

"Eject, right?" He thought he knew that signal.

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

pharmadynia started following you

Ratchet noticed the signal and felt himself growl slightly. He didn't think Pharma was still alive... This mech might be behind this whole virus business. He decided against letting the mech know he was acknowledging his signal...

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

darkknightinwhite started following you

"Drift." He recognized that signature. "Are you well?"

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

subvertedarchitect started following you

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

“Well, it’s not right to judge others if I don’t know them. Although most Decepticons from my universe have committed serious offenses and I dislike them because of it, I do not know what you have done. That is why I cannot judge you yet. I have no reason to.” He sighed. He had never let anyone know this before, and others might find it odd, but he had never judged anyone that way.

[subvertedarchitect-blog]

-He snorted through his intakes.-

I’ll have to keep my resume to myself then. Most Autobots tend to find it…disagreeable.

But war brings out the worst in people, I suppose.

I would say that I miss the Halcyon days of pre-war peace, but that’s a terrible trap to fall into. 

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

Ratchet's optics narrowed as Scrapper spoke. But if he had done anything that would anger him, it was very smart not to bring it up. 

Even Decepticons had feared his wrath in the past. 

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

distortionandfear started following you

“Hmm… Another Skywarp it seems…” He wonders whether this one is anything like the Skywarp from his universe.

[distortionandfear]

Hiya Ratchet, how goes the business of giving mechs blunt force trauma to the head? Some Autobot’s, It’d probably make em smarter, heh.

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

“You’d be surprised how many benefit from a wrench to the helm.” He chuckles a little. 

[distortionandfear]

Some things never change, huh.

So how’s tricks? It’s been ages since I sent an Autobot off to the medbay. Our Ratch must be gettin real bored.

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

He sounded very... Friendly. Still, the war was over in Ratchet's universe. He had no idea what was going on in Skywarp's. "It's surprising the number of bots I have to repair because of their own stupidity.Though I'm not sure why it's still a surprise." He sighed. Some just never learned.

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

“So… these forged memories, they’re not another bot’s? They’re just… there? Ugh. This is starting to hurt my processor. I probably shouldn’t focus on it so much, but I feel like I’ve missed too much.” Ratchet still felt terrible about being out for three weeks, especially when it sounded so much like they’d needed him here. Perhaps if he’d been researching it from the start no one would’ve gotten hurt or died of this virus.

He trailed off, lost in his thoughts.

[compassionatemedicalofficer-blog]

"It’s… don’t think about it too much." First Aid rubbed his helm, clearly at a loss for words now, his mask shifting awkwardly. There wasn’t much more to explain without further knowledge. “I just kinda accept it and move on, and I’ll get back to it whenever Brainstorm learns more ‘bout it." He shrugged.

[dontmesswiththehatchet]

He snapped back when First Aid became awkwardly silent. "Heh, I'm asking too many questions." He decided he should visit Brainstorm later and get more info. First Aid was most likely having the same questions himself. He got up, his helm no longer bothering him. "All right. What needs to be done immediately? You've most likely had a lot to do in the last few weeks."