Med Bay

My designation is Ratchet. I'm an autobot medic, that's all you need to know. Now, get out from my medic bay! (RP account associated with New Crystal City)

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Wakey wakey ..?

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-Optimus kept a straight face; at least the mech was cooperating, even though he had yet to provide any useful information.

… I actually do not know how it would turn out with Starscream. Would you care to explain on that?

-He offered in exchange; he didn’t say about Ratchet’s commentary. His medic might be gruff, but surely he wouldn’t resort to unnecessary violence unless he absolutely had to … or so he hoped. He kept a close eye on the interaction between the two medics just to be sure.

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-He grinned, though this time he directed the gesture at the Autobot medic; getting testy, were we?

Certainly. He orders the mineral to be filtered just enough that it can provide sustenance without overcharge. Basic, boring rations, if you ask me. You need something to liven up the crew these days, you know? In fact, I bet your ‘team’ could use a spirit or two in the tank~

-He smirked, awkwardly flitting his shoulder pads; he couldn’t roll his shoulders the way he wanted to, bound as he was.

I’m no metallurgist but I do know how to brew a batch of high grade. You’ll have to sweeten it yourself, however, big bot~

-He purred; what did the Autobots even hope to accomplish? They were hardly asking any of the important questions, and even anything relevant he might reveal would be completely useless. The past few months had been full of nothing but slow recovery, after all.

[i-needed-that]

" .... " Ratchet vented without making any noise, just looking very.. done with cockiness of the other medic. He rolled his optics and looked back at the red con

"I wish just once you would turn out to be a useful catch. I have a real bad luck... You just know nothing of importance, right? Better just turn you into a scrap and be done with that." he didn't look at Optimus, but his leader could be sure sure he was bluffing. The other one on the other hand not, if KO had good memory for the history they've shared.

" Could we be just done with it?"

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Wakey wakey ..?

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-Of course. He moved aside, to give Ratchet room to move as he himself sat himself upon a discarded crate; it usually helped to get down to the level of your conversation partner, if one could consider a prisoner that.

What were you doing at the scene at which you were apprehended, and for what purposes?

-Start off with the basics, and keep it simple.

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-The medic hummed to himself; so that’s how it was gonna be?

Oh, that’s easy - we were mining for energon. Personally, I wanted to process some high grade out of it for the bar my assistant set up with the drones on the lower decks, but with commander Starscream on board managing rations … you know exactly how it’s gonna turn out.

-He smiled sweetly.

I don’t get a ‘treat’ in return?

[i-needed-that]

" You can get a treat, one to the faceplate if you really want" Ratchet snarled at him quietly, narrowing his optics as he slowly moved away a bit, but still he was ready for anything. The room was shut tight and without direct command or Prime's doing, it couldn't be opened.

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Wakey wakey ..?

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-Good, the nuisance was finally leaving. Settling down, the medic was enjoying the effect he was having on the Autobot leader; was that really the way for a Prime to act around his little, harmless self-?

… I was busy.

-He smirked as his rival blocked the view he had been enjoying; ah, well.

And actually - I’m feeling a bit fried around the circuits …

-‘If you know what I mean’, he added as an afterthought, glancing past the Autobot medic.

… not that I won’t live. I can handle a few shocks to the core, wouldn’t you know it.

-He chuckled pleasantly, throwing his neck back as he turned to face at the ceiling. Then he sighed.

What, are you going to interrogate me now? Because I’ve been impatient, you know.

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-This made Optimus curious - the Decepticon was looking forward to interrogation?

I take it you are prepared to provide us with information relating to your faction, then?

-Call it a hunch, but something made the Prime doubt the red medic was going to make this as easy as he had made it sound. Even as he nodded his white-face plate in his and Ratchet’s general direction.

Shall we begin, then?

[i-needed-that]

Ratchet didn't speak no more, not really in the mood to try and argue with the enemy's medic. He really wished it was that easy as it seemed. Just in case he prepared his own little weapon against KO, following Arcee's path. But.. KO doesn't have to know. Besides there were other methods to interrogate one.

"Let's get it over with Optimus" the medic vented heavily , walking to KO to make sure he's all secure and safe in his place. Mostly to not let Ratchet hurt him.

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Wakey wakey ..?

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Who said anything about that being an improvement?

-He scoffed, inching his face (as well as the rest of his plating) as far away from her approaching form as was possible. Not that it would help-

Don’t … n-NO-

-He yelped out, turning his face away; he couldn’t bare to wa-

-Prime!

-He never thought he’d feel so relieved to see the Autobot leader face to face … well, hips, to be exact. He tipped his face up to meet the tall mech’s direct gaze, suddenly feeling sheepish.

It’s been a long while, sweet rims~

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-Optimus really had no words. He vented at the scene, and then looked over at his officer, completely ignoring the Decepticon medic’s ‘compliments’.

Arcee, I take it everything is in order with our guest?

-He most certainly did not see his senior scout engaging in … interrogation? He gave a curious glance at Ratchet, wondering what the older mech would make of the situation.

[i-needed-that]

Ratchet was still in bit of shock as he tried to run tests to see how to fix himself. Prime’s words woke him up from idly following his leader and le looked inside the room

"A… You’re awake" he muttered trying to make himself sound disgusted, but it was far more neutral than he hoped. He sighed heavily, rubbing his neck as he walked inside the tiny prison cell.. which was a storage room few days before. He blinked when he saw a disappearing marker in Arcee’s subspace and he waited for KO’s gaze to go up, so he could give her a very discrete smirk and thumbs up.

"So… " he cleared his voice box, crossing his hands behind himself, standing proud and tall next to Optimus.

[twobluewheels]

Arcee blinked when the two big bots came in, and when she saw the smirk she quickly stopped herself from chuckling.

"The prisoner is secured. The room is fully armed sir… I.. think I will go for now sir, if you wish" she nodded quickly. 

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-Optimus gave a small frown, but nodded, nonetheless.

You may excuse yourself if you would like. I am sure Ratchet and I will be able to take it from here.

-Interrogation efforts with Decepticons could always be counted on to be … interesting, to say the least. He couldn’t help but feel uneasy as he looked at the bound mech (and then quickly looked away again, when he spotted those dark optics gazing right back, with a matching lewd grin just below). His energy field gave a small shudder of discomfort as one of those eyes slipped closed, undoubtedly winking in his direction.

… He was unconscious when he came in; you do not suppose he could be in a compromised state of health?

-Part of him hoped there was something wrong with the red mech’s processor that would explain his uniquely ‘intimidating’  aura, for lack of a better term.

[i-needed-that]

When Arcee left the small room, Ratchet glanced back at Optimus who...seemed to shrink down with every second spend in this room. Knock Out was a piece of junk, who could be kinda intimidating... but not for him. The medic made a step forward and step sideways, in a way "overshadowing" the tall figure behind him. He raised his arm and used a scanner to check on KO's state.

" He's fineeee... like always. Pound him, scratch him ... and he will just get up, like all decepticons." he murmured unamused and unphased by KO's glare.

"Some rest, more restrain and we will be good as new" he rolled his optics at the end and rested his arms on his hips, just staring down at KO.

"So... I hope you're comfortable, because that's going to take a while.. or not, if you cooperate peacefully Knock Out"

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Wakey wakey ..?

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Who said anything about that being an improvement?

-He scoffed, inching his face (as well as the rest of his plating) as far away from her approaching form as was possible. Not that it would help-

Don’t … n-NO-

-He yelped out, turning his face away; he couldn’t bare to wa-

-Prime!

-He never thought he’d feel so relieved to see the Autobot leader face to face … well, hips, to be exact. He tipped his face up to meet the tall mech’s direct gaze, suddenly feeling sheepish.

It’s been a long while, sweet rims~

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-Optimus really had no words. He vented at the scene, and then looked over at his officer, completely ignoring the Decepticon medic’s ‘compliments’.

Arcee, I take it everything is in order with our guest?

-He most certainly did not see his senior scout engaging in … interrogation? He gave a curious glance at Ratchet, wondering what the older mech would make of the situation.

[i-needed-that]

Ratchet was still in bit of shock as he tried to run tests to see how to fix himself. Prime's words woke him up from idly following his leader and le looked inside the room

"A... You're awake" he muttered trying to make himself sound disgusted, but it was far more neutral than he hoped. He sighed heavily, rubbing his neck as he walked inside the tiny prison cell.. which was a storage room few days before. He blinked when he saw a disappearing marker in Arcee's subspace and he waited for KO's gaze to go up, so he could give her a very discrete smirk and thumbs up.

"So... " he cleared his voice box, crossing his hands behind himself, standing proud and tall next to Optimus.

[primesdonotparty-blog]

-He nodded, understanding now.

I am sure Agent Fowler can provide us with the vehicle your alt was based upon. If not I am sure we can find an alternative.

-Still, he could try and be helpful, just the same. He pondered a moment, to when the blaring had started.

… it was somewhere near your back. Here, maybe?

-He gave the medic’s ‘backpack’ a tap, to indicate.

[i-needed-that]

" Don't be silly Optimus, there's my subspace... there couldn't a siren there-"

WOOP WOOOP BEEP BEP

This time the sound was much shorter, but still quite loud and annoying.

".... Fantastic... I do come with a car alarm too" he muttered quietly, looking up at Prime " I'm fine... I will be fine .. It's probably some short circuit that causes all the noise.. I will fix myself in no time if Fowler will provide me with plans of the ambulance" his shoulders dropped slightly, as he felt that.. well.. he was now creating problems out of nowhere, and he really didn't wish for that. He reached up and patted Optimus' big arm

" I'm fine Optimus... let's see if our hostage is comfortable with Arcee on guard" he didn't crack a smile, but there was a very faint undertone of pride in his voice. Even after he was damaged, he managed to bring in the enemy's medic. Pretty good for an old rusty mech, right?

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…

-He had to think about that - Ratchet had scanned an ambulance, after all.

No … then again, you are rather persistent on maintaining our cover. I was under the impression you had voluntarily disabled it ..?

-That was how it worked, wasn’t it? At least, that’s how Optimus figured it must have - his own truck alt had a powerful horn, but he very rarely used it (even when Fowler insisted, the times he ‘chauffeured’ for the Autobot leader.

… it is nothing to be overwhelmed by, old friend.

[i-needed-that]

" No.. I mean.. I tried few times, but it never worked... and I was just.. kinda... sure it is how it is, and now I feel I have no control over it" he said a little bit scared, as he stopped his fruitless search.

" I ... will need to check you or someone else with such "signal" and see where it actually is.. because I have no clue where I might have it"

[i-needed-that]

Ratchet looked at the Prime before him, at the hands holding his hand, but he still was shell shocked as his own frame was still making that awful noise. It never.. really did that. Of course he was an ambulance but… but the siren never NEVER started so suddenly… or.. ever when thought about that.

He winced slightly, trying to hear what Prime said, but the siren was way too loud, and he had no clue how to shut it … but when he opened his mouth it suddenly fell quiet.

He stood there for a bit, just gaping at Prime with nothing to say now. What was that? Why it was happening to him? And.. what Prime just said now.

"Hwat?" he murmured, blinking slowly " Hwat was that?" he nearly whispered, too scared to move from his place, just in case if his frame started the siren again.

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-Awkwardly, he pat the medic on the shoulder. He had calmed down from one extreme, at least, and gotten caught up in another.

It was just your siren …

-He explained; why, he couldn’t say, though he supposed it was responding to the mech’s emotions, but he was not qualified to make that call. Only Ratchet could answer his own questions, really.

…

-He looked away for a moment, still lightly patting the other’s shoulder.

You gave yourself quite a jolt, there.

-He was absolutely not repressing a grin as he said that - was just relieved, was all.

[i-needed-that]

" no... Optimus.. I never had siren before..." he whispered still looking at Prime

"Do you remember me, ever... starting a siren? I didn't even know I had one!" his voice was a little bit shakey, as he tried to turn around and locate the source of the sound that was no more, pretty much looking like a puppy chasing its own tail.

[i-needed-that]

Ratchet sighed quietly ” Yeah it was quite unexpected.. all my scans and readings didn’t show that Knock Out might be among some vehicons” he washed his hands into a small rug and when the last question happened, he slowly stopped what he was doing and he blinked. For a second he stood there in silence, trying to probably make sure he heard what he hard, and optimus saw a familiar, short flash of red light coming somewhere from the frame of the mech. His siren after all was always hidden as he was walking in his normal form.

"Did you see any of synthetic energon lying around here, Optimus….?" he asked with a cold edge in his voice when suddenly…

~EEEE EEEEOOOEEEEOOO WHOOOP WHOOOP WOO WOOO~

Ratchet paused with sheer shock on his faceplate, as his… own frame was making that loud noise… of an ambulance siren.

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…

-He winced the second he spotted the lights … though relaxed when nothing came to assault his audials. Still - he might have said too much; he deeply regretted, as such. But it was his duty, as well - he couldn’t just ignore that. Venting, he crossed his fingers, hoping to lessen the blow; Ratchet’s reiteration implied a bit more then he had initially voiced.

… what I meant to say, was-?

-Unfortunately, he was caught off by the sound of sirens. This time around when he winced it was not in vain. Reaching out, he took Ratchet’s hands in his own, just to make sure the other was listening clearly, and not jumping to any immediate conclusions.

… I did not mean to imply what I think you meant I implied but rather, if there were any lingering traces … from the first time.

-He finished, looking slightly in doubt.. Had Ratchet even heard him over the siren? He would be more than happy to repeat himself over a private comm, though he felt this was more respectful coming from his own face.

[i-needed-that]

Ratchet looked at the Prime before him, at the hands holding his hand, but he still was shell shocked as his own frame was still making that awful noise. It never.. really did that. Of course he was an ambulance but... but the siren never NEVER started so suddenly... or.. ever when thought about that.

He winced slightly, trying to hear what Prime said, but the siren was way too loud, and he had no clue how to shut it ... but when he opened his mouth it suddenly fell quiet.

He stood there for a bit, just gaping at Prime with nothing to say now. What was that? Why it was happening to him? And.. what Prime just said now.

"Hwat?" he murmured, blinking slowly " Hwat was that?" he nearly whispered, too scared to move from his place, just in case if his frame started the siren again.

[primesdonotparty-blog]

Energon, of course.

-He went to fetch the energon - and then some. Before long Ratchet was looking less disoriented, and more like his fussy self - Optimus rolled his optics in slight amusement as the other spoke aloud, outlining his symptoms and their state of progress. Not that his old friend would be getting off the hook so easily. Prime never stopped worrying.

Knock Out’s capture was … unexpected …

-To say the least - they weren’t exactly prepared, as a small team until, to deal with prisoners. Even less-so with their growing members; supplies were still limited.

… however; there is still the manner of this ‘recklessness’ that I wish to discuss with you.

-He looked genuinely lost for a moment, not exactly sure how to phrase his wording. He did not wish to offend the other.

… there was not any synthetic energon involved, was there?

[i-needed-that]

Ratchet sighed quietly " Yeah it was quite unexpected.. all my scans and readings didn't show that Knock Out might be among some vehicons" he washed his hands into a small rug and when the last question happened, he slowly stopped what he was doing and he blinked. For a second he stood there in silence, trying to probably make sure he heard what he hard, and optimus saw a familiar, short flash of red light coming somewhere from the frame of the mech. His siren after all was always hidden as he was walking in his normal form.

"Did you see any of synthetic energon lying around here, Optimus....?" he asked with a cold edge in his voice when suddenly...

~EEEE EEEEOOOEEEEOOO WHOOOP WHOOOP WOO WOOO~

Ratchet paused with sheer shock on his faceplate, as his... own frame was making that loud noise... of an ambulance siren.

[primesdonotparty-blog]

All the more reason you should be more cautious with yourself, old friend.

-At last they reached their goal - Optimus winced in sympathy as the medic undid some paneling to reveal the charred damage within. He walked in tight circles, conscious of his large frame as he picked out some of the necessary items he knew Ratchet would be needing from the medical supplies. If there was anything missing, the older mech would be sure to inform him.

I would be willing to assist you, should you require any assistance.

-He offered, setting everything beside the medic, one at a time in a neat orderly fashion.

[i-needed-that]

Ratchet blinked from his open side at Prime and nodded

"I will need some energon and..." he glanced to the side where Prime started to stack the tools " Yes.. those..." he started thinking about his own.. predictability at this point, but another wave of dizziness came over. He groaned, getting his hands into the gap to start tinkering with the wires.

After maybe few unsuccessful tries, Ratchet managed to connect missing wires back to their respectful places, as well as he cleaned the soot from himself. He was finishing his job, as he looked to the side at the readings on the screen 

"It seems everything it stabilizing. It wasn't anything life threatening, but it could leave me out of order for much longer if he aimed bit higher. " he commented quietly, as well... if Prime was here he might as well not talk to the air. He smiled under his nose when the last wire was back at its place and he welded it down to the board.

"Right... it should do..." he started closing his panelling and he looked up at Prime. " At least now I can see only one of you.. not three... and my gyroscope works fine again. Celling is there, floor is there " he pointed first up and then down " There was also a small leaking, but I'm done with it too..." he stood up, unpinning a small pipe with energon from himself, as he tested himself and checked the readings

"Hope that at least having Knock out captured made you more ... favourable to my "reckless" escapade... " he sighed quietly, closing the panel on his arm and resting his hands on his hips.

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-If he had to be perfectly honest with himself he’d say he was worried. However, he was a Prime, and primes, while concerned with the well-being of their fellow Cybertronians, also had great confidence in their comrades. But then again … Optimus was no ordinary Prime, but a mech turned as such during an era of war. That alone had caused the Autobot leader to accelerate his way down the highway, when no one at Autobot HQ had responded to his persistent comms. That could only mean …

-Even by ordinary human standards, with their critically diminished lifespans, a mere cycle was considered a relatively short period of time. For Optimus, however, it was just a tad too long for his liking, and in his current state of mind,  just a bit too late. He frowned at the sight that greeted him, as he skidded to a halt and transformed to his full stature. Arcee stepping through the groundbridge, with energon cubes in tow, the knocked-out Decepticon medic draped across from them, and a very disoriented looking Ratchet bringing up the rear.

I would normally be more concerned with the details that led up to this, but right now it appears we have more pressing matters to tend to.

-He vented, his gaze fixing itself upon the ambulance. Answers could come later, but right now his friend needed medical attention, it seemed.

[twobluewheels]

Arcee glanced at the Prime and nearly swallowed her tongue, startled by him. She looked around nervously, seeing that indeed.. it looked quite bad. 

" Prime sir… We… were just taking away the energon which would fall into the hands of decepticons… we didn’t know.. that Knock Out would be there… and now.. we… kinda captured him?" she finished the whole speech with a scared question, as her shoulders rose up in defense. 

She glanced to the side at the wobbly medic. In this light now she saw he … really looked like a lost puppy. 

[i-needed-that]

The medic blinked slowly, feeling that his grasp was failing him, and he nearly fell on his knee, feeling that again he had no clue where the celling was.

" UGh…" he just managed to respond in regard to Arcee’s words and he tried to stand up again straight. That damned prod had to hit something really vital, considering that he discovered really intense burn marks on his frame and he could feel that tiny shocks were still jumping around his wires.

"Less talking.. more getting things done" he growled, rubbing his faceplate with his hand before he looked at his own readings again "I need to … fix myself as soon as possible… Optimus could you please spare me the lecture for later?" he tried to fix his gaze onto the big autobot.. but now he was sure there were three of him standing there. He shook his head few times, but it only caused more dizziness.

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-Without hesitation he strode over to the still-conscious medic’s side, keeping him steady.

Careful, your struts are shivering.

-He didn’t even have to guess why - anyone who had been on the receiving end of an energon prod didn’t forget the unsettling storm that surged through one’s sensornet. Had they been alone, Optimus would have carried Ratchet straight over to a medberth like some overgrown sparkling, but not wanting to cause further injury to the medic’s pride, he merely stood by him and gently urged him to stand, offering his forearms so the older mech could stabilise himself.

Try guiding yourself over to the med-bay area.

-He offered, patiently. As for their prisoner …

We should have a proper pair of stasis cuffs in storage, Arcee. I would advise fetching them before he came to his senses.

-Medics have always been notoriously difficult to keep detained because of their versatile hands. They would not be taking their chances with this one.

[twobluewheels]

" Yes sir… " she quickly nodded when Ratchet was safe near Prime and she moved out of the picture to fetch the cuffs. Of course dragging the cart with the unconscious medic with her. Oh she will make sure that this one won’t escape. They had rooms locked with codes and stasis cuffs would do a good job. If only other bots were here to help her. Well.. no need. She can take care of herself, she’s a big bot. 

[i-needed-that]

Ratchet growled few times, before he felt big arm near him and he clinged to with with his own life, nearly. He looked up and frowned

"I'm fine.. just bit dizzy.. and if I won't rewire myself,  I might black out too... I don't know what he was doing with that prod.. but it's much stronger than the last time.. and he didn't just brush me.. he nearly pierced me with it" he spoke through his dentas as he tried to make a step forward.

Well.. he managed, but one backward and three forward. Without Prime's stable frame, he would probably just scoot there like a worm on the ground, or would just probably stay on the floor. Trying to figure out how to move.

" I really ... really will hurt him one day Optimus..." he mumbled as he slowly, very slowly made his way to the medbay and found a place to sit on. While Prime was still there, he opened his side and looked inside. It looked really bad, as most of it was black from the soot and there were few lose wires. He hissed at the sight

"It's gonna.. take time.."

[primesdonotparty-blog]

-If he had to be perfectly honest with himself he’d say he was worried. However, he was a Prime, and primes, while concerned with the well-being of their fellow Cybertronians, also had great confidence in their comrades. But then again … Optimus was no ordinary Prime, but a mech turned as such during an era of war. That alone had caused the Autobot leader to accelerate his way down the highway, when no one at Autobot HQ had responded to his persistent comms. That could only mean …

-Even by ordinary human standards, with their critically diminished lifespans, a mere cycle was considered a relatively short period of time. For Optimus, however, it was just a tad too long for his liking, and in his current state of mind,  just a bit too late. He frowned at the sight that greeted him, as he skidded to a halt and transformed to his full stature. Arcee stepping through the groundbridge, with energon cubes in tow, the knocked-out Decepticon medic draped across from them, and a very disoriented looking Ratchet bringing up the rear.

I would normally be more concerned with the details that led up to this, but right now it appears we have more pressing matters to tend to.

-He vented, his gaze fixing itself upon the ambulance. Answers could come later, but right now his friend needed medical attention, it seemed.

[twobluewheels]

Arcee glanced at the Prime and nearly swallowed her tongue, startled by him. She looked around nervously, seeing that indeed.. it looked quite bad. 

" Prime sir… We… were just taking away the energon which would fall into the hands of decepticons… we didn’t know.. that Knock Out would be there… and now.. we… kinda captured him?" she finished the whole speech with a scared question, as her shoulders rose up in defense. 

She glanced to the side at the wobbly medic. In this light now she saw he … really looked like a lost puppy. 

[i-needed-that]

The medic blinked slowly, feeling that his grasp was failing him, and he nearly fell on his knee, feeling that again he had no clue where the celling was.

" UGh..." he just managed to respond in regard to Arcee's words and he tried to stand up again straight. That damned prod had to hit something really vital, considering that he discovered really intense burn marks on his frame and he could feel that tiny shocks were still jumping around his wires.

"Less talking.. more getting things done" he growled, rubbing his faceplate with his hand before he looked at his own readings again "I need to ... fix myself as soon as possible... Optimus could you please spare me the lecture for later?" he tried to fix his gaze onto the big autobot.. but now he was sure there were three of him standing there. He shook his head few times, but it only caused more dizziness.

[i-needed-that]

Heigh-ho

[twobluewheels]

The femme made a growling sound, taking a long swing, before she in a way stabbed KO with his own prod. She didn’t do much damage with the stab itself, but the shock for sure did some damage on its own. She hissed , feeling the temperature of the weapon and waited until she was sure that KO would black out from the amount of voltage. 

When the red con was down, she quickly walked to Ratchet, not stupid enough to let go of the prod. Just in case  "Ratchet are you okay?!" she quickly grabbed his arm, trying to make him stand up. She was worried he was really damaged and cursed under her breath that both of them were in such hurry to not call any support. 

[i-needed-that]

"Ghhh…" the older mech managed to glance up at the femme " I’m fine… my.. ohhh… I see double.." he murmured, trying to heave himself up, but without help form the smaller bot, there was no chance he would stand on his own two legs. He felt everything inside him, including processor went just bonkers. He couldn’t establish his position, his center of gravity was way off to his back. He needed to fix himself, but in this situation it was useless.

"Go..get the energon… and.. tie him down.. we’re not leaving any possible evidence. We need to get rid of those vehicons too…" he slowly managed to sit down, opening the panel on his arm to check his readings. They were waay off… and his side hurt really badly. KO struck him very close to some vital parts for transformation, so there was no way he could do that now. He also wished to keep all the energon inside himself for now.

"Go Arcee…" he looked up again at the femme.

[twobluewheels]

"Ratchet are you sure?" she whispered, but seeing the determination of the older mech in attending his own damages, she had to give up. The medic was a stubborn one. He always was. She quickly looked around in search of anything useful, and thankfully she found some old chains lying near the old supply crates. She tied KO’s hands, which of course wouldn’t hold him for longer, but could provide some time. 

Then she quickly scattered to the mine and came back putting the little amount of energon she found into her subspace. Then .. taking care of the fallen vehicons. It wasn’t easy, but somehow she managed to trow them all into some kind of pit, which probably appeared after the digging side collapsed. 

Finally, she was able to come back to Ratchet, who still was sitting at the same place, a little bit confused and shocked. He kept a good eye on their new.. prisoner? Well… KO was not the best material for a prisoner, but sure he was better than that creep Soundwave. 

"Can you walk?" she asked Ratchet after she was done, and her timer showed that the ground bridge should open soon enough. 

[i-needed-that]

The little bit off medic glanced up at the femme and shut his optics slightly. He wheezed quietly, as he really felt that he was going to lose all his fluids soon.

"I'm finee...." when he saw some offered energon, he quickly shook his head " It's going to waste if I take it" he pushed Arcee's hand gently away and looked at KO. " We will roll him on the cart.. it will be easier to push... I can't possibly carry him in my state"

With joined forces , the medic and little scout managed to push KO onto the cart and secure him there. Ratchet used it to hold himself steady, while Arcee would pull it. It maybe looked stupid, but it was better than just dragging this poor slagger through the sand. He wouldn't mind really.. but Arcee wasn't going to suffer because of his low energy.

When the green light appeared, two bots managed to walk through the groundbridge and appear again in the base. Ratchet sighed heavily, feeling that his knees are giving up slowly, so he held himself tighter onto the cart.

[i-needed-that]

Heigh-ho

[anonymous12367i13-deactivated20]

H-Hey! Don’t touch me!

-Huffing in distaste, Knock Out attempted to wrench himself away from the older mech’s grasp, but found that the other still had more strength to spare than he had accounted for.

Should’ve used more shock.

-Not that he had long to dwell on it. The two-wheeler reappeared just then, attempting to disarm him.

Do you really think I’m just going to hand over my-augh!

-He yelped, clutching his faceplate in pain - slag.

[i-needed-that]

He squeezed KO’s leg harder to make sure he would stay in place. He looked up at the smaller bot, now clinging the prod. He waited until the last second to take away his hand and cover his faceplate with his arm. This is going to hurt.

[twobluewheels]

The femme made a growling sound, taking a long swing, before she in a way stabbed KO with his own prod. She didn’t do much damage with the stab itself, but the shock for sure did some damage on its own. She hissed , feeling the temperature of the weapon and waited until she was sure that KO would black out from the amount of voltage. 

When the red con was down, she quickly walked to Ratchet, not stupid enough to let go of the prod. Just in case  "Ratchet are you okay?!" she quickly grabbed his arm, trying to make him stand up. She was worried he was really damaged and cursed under her breath that both of them were in such hurry to not call any support. 

[i-needed-that]

"Ghhh..." the older mech managed to glance up at the femme " I'm fine... my.. ohhh... I see double.." he murmured, trying to heave himself up, but without help form the smaller bot, there was no chance he would stand on his own two legs. He felt everything inside him, including processor went just bonkers. He couldn't establish his position, his centre of gravity was way off to his back. He needed to fix himself, but in this situation it was useless.

"Go..get the energon... and.. tie him down.. we're not leaving any possible evidence. We need to get rid of those vehicons too..." he slowly managed to sit down, opening the panel on his arm to check his readings. They were waay off... and his side hurt really badly. KO struck him very close to some vital parts for transformation, so there was no way he could do that now. He also wished to keep all the energon inside himself for now.

"Go Arcee..." he looked up again at the femme.

[i-needed-that]

Heigh-ho

[twobluewheels]

When KO realized that someone was behind him, Arcee for a second was ready to jump at him, but the red medic was quicker, shocking Ratchet. She opened her mouth in shock , nearly jumping to the medic to help him, but the direct order from the kneeling medic woke her up. She quickly ran to KO and for a moment she had to wrestle with the enemy’s medic, but she managed to get her hands on his prod. As he was pinned into place by his leg, he was much easier target. So … she used it, kicking him in the face, so he would let go of his weapon.

[anonymous12367i13-deactivated20]

H-Hey! Don’t touch me!

-Huffing in distaste, Knock Out attempted to wrench himself away from the older mech’s grasp, but found that the other still had more strength to spare than he had accounted for.

Should’ve used more shock.

-Not that he had long to dwell on it. The two-wheeler reappeared just then, attempting to disarm him.

Do you really think I’m just going to hand over my-augh!

-He yelped, clutching his faceplate in pain - slag.

[i-needed-that]

He squeezed KO's leg harder to make sure he would stay in place. He looked up at the smaller bot, now clinging the prod. He waited until the last second to take away his hand and cover his faceplate with his arm. This is going to hurt.

[i-needed-that]

Heigh-ho

[twobluewheels]

" you know you could always just… put it away and walk away. Nothing would get hurt.. only maybe your pride ” she chuckled, not reacting to his false movement, but it gave her enough time to catch a glimpse of something familiar. So… it was still a win win situation. She lowered her head slightly and blasted one shot under Knock Out’s legs, hoping he would step back slightly. 

[i-needed-that]

Ratchet of course saw the whole course of action, and was already approaching the two bickering children he had to deal with. He really hated to admit, but Knock Out with his fragged prod was a really not a good sign for a quick little bot like Arcee. She might be quick , but one touch of that prod and her whole wiring might melt. He narrowed his optics, quietly sneaking behind the two as KO of course gloated about himself and how awesome he is.

He slowly changed his blades back into hands and reached out, hoping he would be able to easily pull the prod from the surprised con…

The other option was to quickly shift him in place and try and “knock him down” so to say.

[anonymous12367i13-deactivated20]

As if that’s gonna happen-!

-He scowled as she shot at his legs - how dare she! He raised his prod, intending to finish her off, but in his short stumble backward his tires brushed against-

You-!

-So the two-wheeler had brought back-up - suddenly he considered doing the same. Glaring at his rival he suddenly turned his attentions on the larger mech, swiping exaggeratedly at him.

What do you think you’re doing-!?

-He snapped, landing a hit against the old medic’s side and shoving against the body of his prod like a lever to bring him down. Great, now where had the other one gone? He scanned his surroundings - where’d she go?

[i-needed-that]

Ratched hissed loudly, feeling the pain and the shock that run through his frame. He clenched his dentas trying not to give any satisfaction to the other medic, and as he fell down on his knees , he quickly grabbed onto KO's leg to keep him in place. He wasn't out quite yet, but the pain was quite unbearable.

"Now Arcee!" he growled with difficulty, looking at his smaller commrade.