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@restorativespark
HUUUUWHAT
I legitimately lost my fucking shit.
BLESS YOU.
so roxy i heard you had some art to post?
OMG THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME. I legit could not find this post again.
ENJOY THE PENDING DISAPPOINTMENT EVERYONE
8D I AM STILL WAITING<3
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reflections || predatoryking
Whether it was in a lair or out in the open, Predaking never recharged very deeply without one of his packmates nearby. As it stood, the medic’s whisper was plenty to rouse him from recharge.
Two large yellow optics popped open, and he turned a baleful look on Ratchet. Light it may have been, but recharge was recharge and Predaking was never a cheerful riser. Mindful of the minuscule organic currently recharging on his chassis, he contented himself with some soft, if irritated, clicks of his mandibles.
{{Why do you disturb my rest?}}
This wasn't the first time he had come into contact with the Predacon. Ratchet had figured he would be used to the intimidating form, but he was most certainly wrong.
"I was looking for Rafael," he replied, keeping his voice quiet. He stepped closer to the two bodies, taking very slow, small steps.
"But I see he is asleep. Why is he all the way over here?"
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Gentle pattering of the youngling’s pedes sound off as he walks into the medical bay of the warship. Its darker, less homey atmosphere catches him off guard for only a moment. The purple and red hues reminding him of anything but home. It was still a surprise that the Autobot medical officer did his work in here.
But it wasn’t like anything scared Ratchet anyway.
Gradually coming to a stand still by one of the examination tables, Bumblebee takes a glance around giving a small swipe of the area his brightly coloured frame and optics standing out like a sore thumb against the dark interior.
Curious beeps and clicks sound off from his vocoder, patently awaiting the mech’s attention before gesturing a friendly greeting along with the flutter of his winglets.
He had been sending out messages in a trickle, alerting the Autobots that it was time for their routine check-ups. Instead of the usual assignments of time, the medic instructed each bot to come in and see him at their own leisure.
Ratchet turned to the scout upon hearing his voice, smiling at the young mech. "It is nice to see you, Bumblebee. Thank you for coming by so early."
Stepping towards the nearest medical berth, he raised the scanner above it and switched it on. He waited for the mech to lie down before continuing.
Ratchet: Spike-riding is not a form of transportation.
Megatron: Maybe if you had a spike to ride...
Ratchet: At least I don't have a bucket for a head.
Megatron: Hey now.
Ratchet: You're an allstar.
reflections || predatoryking
The medic had been searching for Rafael for close to an hour now. Ratchet had wanted to continue his lessons in the Cybertronian language in this rare moment of peace, but he just couldn't find him.
On his list of places to check was one of the living floors near the top of the stack. Rafael wouldn't easily be able to travel to any of the others, due to the distance.
Ratchet popped into the room, and found the Predacon he had encountered some time ago, Predaking. And next to him, was Ratchet's student, curled up and asleep.
He ventured further into the room, and whispered as non-threateningly as possible, "Hello?"
Red Handed: What's one of your guilty pleasures?
"I really enjoy a great deal of human pop music. But I thought that you knew that, Wheeljack?"
Squirm: What's a topic that always makes you feel awkward when it gets brought up?
"In general, death and love. Either of those. They do not sit right with me."
Blush: What's something embarrassing you've done in front of a crush or someone you were trying to impress?
"Never drink high grade in front of someone you fancy."
((for the meme: boo!))
Boo!:What startles you?
"Whenever I am extremely wrapped up in my work, unexpected noise will usually make me jump."
Wings
Wings:What's a fantasy or wish of yours?
The mech took a moment to think over his response.
"For the longest time, I was hung up on returning to the start. Back to when everything was normal. I'm just glad I left those feelings behind."
"I hope that I can keep myself under control."
kick the bucket?
Kick the Bucket:Name two things on your "bucket list."
The medic had actually written something out for this once, after learning the concept from Rafael. He opened up the file and read what he had wrote.
1) Be nicer.
2) Make friends.
He swallowed a lump in his throat, and closed the file without a moment's hesitation.
Make 'Em Confess! [Questions Meme]
Blush: What's something embarrassing you've done in front of a crush or someone you were trying to impress?
Boo!: What startles you?
Oops!: What's something embarrassing you've done in public?
Gone: Ever thought of running away? If you did, where would you go?
Lie to Me: What's a time you've lied?
Broken: What's been your lowest point?
Wings: What's a fantasy or wish of yours?
Kick the Bucket: Name two things on your "bucket list."
Talent: Do you have any strange talents or skills you've learned but never really had a use for?
Sing It!: What's a song or song genre that you like but don't often tell people you do?
Red Handed: What's one of your guilty pleasures?
Psych!: How gullible are you? Have you ever been pranked or playfully fooled?
Scared?: What's an irrational fear or phobia of yours?
Scarred: What's a part of or about you that you're insecure about?
Squirm: What's a topic that always makes you feel awkward when it gets brought up?
Mirror Mirror: How have other people admitted to seeing you? What impression do others say that they have about you or when they first met you?
Story Time: Tell a story about something you did or something that has happened to you within the last 24 hours.
Damage Report - Episode 111
Barricade’s claws curled into tight balls as his optics focused on the human crawling onto the medic’s servo. Disobedience. The very thing made the red of optics seem to flare with his fury, or so it felt. He was not sure why he expected the Autobot or the youngling to listen to him, but it still caused him to vent as to keep his frame cool with the effort of suppressing his urge to lash out. The punishment for that would be far more severe than what ever fight the chief medical officer could put up.
"I don’t need the help of a human to do my task," Barricade eventually said after he was able to pry apart his clenched denta. "If he must stay, he stays with you, Autobot. I will have no business with him and no aid. He does not exist to me." With that, the Decepticon continued down the hall, expecting them to follow, but not caring if they stayed behind.
Raf’s gaze nervously flitted over to Barricade, hearing his angry words. You’re lucky you continue to breathe. If that wasn’t threatening, Raf wasn’t sure what was. But he did want to help and he did want something to do.
And he would be with Ratchet too. Raf knew that Ratchet wouldn’t let any harm come to him.
So with a nod, he climbed on the offered hand.
"Well, if he isn't the most pleasant being on this warship I have no idea who is," the medic whispered under a ventilation. He lifted the child up to his shoulder plating and allowed him to get a good grip before setting off for the engine room himself.
Ratchet was well aware that Rafael could help with the situation at hand. Barricade would see that in due time. Hopefully, anyway.
Damage Report - Episode 111
"…treated with respect like any other mech." Barricade almost wanted to spit. He barely tolerated the Autobots now with the peace. What gave the medic the idea that he would show respect towards another species? One that, out all things, sided first with those who he once considered enemies (he could say he still does; a ceasefire changed nothing). They expected so much of him to change in such a little amount if time. He glared at the arm keeping a feeble barrier between him and the small human, the one called Rafael, before focusing on the Autobot himself.
"The librarian has lost his touch to think alien life forms are free to travel to and from the Nemesis as they please," Barricade said, blinking to clear his expression. "Less advance creatures, for that matter. They have no business here, no matter their intelligence level. The ship was not built for them." The Decepticon waved away the medic’s arm, but did not care to wait for him to follow the command as he took a step to the side to stare down at the human.
"You’re lucky you continue to breathe," he said. "The ship might be damaged, but I see no reason for the attack to have disabled our groundbridge. Go bother the Prime. Have him escort you off the ship. We have our own work to complete."
Oh, Raf was thankful Ratchet was there. If not, he wouldn’t have known what to do. As it was, he backed away from Barricade to maintain some distance from the mech who did not seem too pleased to see him.
He fought to duck his head to hide his shy smile at Ratchet’s praise. Now wasn’t the time to get bashful. But that smile dropped at the question aimed towards him. The boy frowned as he shook his head with a shrug.
"I don’t know," he confessed. "I’ve been here since the attack. I don’t know if I can get home yet. I’ve been wandering around, trying to find something to do to try and help.”
"Optimus will not allow any of the children to be transported off of the Nemesis at a time like this. Especially with a new threat to all of our safety. He is not going anywhere, except with us."
The medic reached down and opened his palm in front Rafael. "You say that you've been wanting to help, correct? Then come with us now. We're going to the engine room to determine what the damage exactly is, Rafael."
He waited for a moment with his hand open, leaving the choice to the boy in front of him.
Episode 111: Arise, Herald of Unicron
Predaking snarled. To expose one’s more vulnerable lower chassis to an enemy was tantamount to surrender, especially when one was as grievously injured as he. Then again, if he did not do so, repairs could not be completed efficiently.
With some difficulty, he compromised by sprawling on his less injured side, his noble bulk dwarfing the raised platform indicated. He kept a watchful eye on the other, mistrustful even now of what Ratchet was doing.
"I will see you when I see you. If the repairs do not sufficiently integrate themselves to my systems before needs must I depart, then I will patch them when absolutely necessary."
A quick scan revealed the state of the Predacon's injuries. Nothing that Ratchet couldn't take care quickly, and certainly nothing too grave.
First things first, he moved onto the mech's wings. Particularly the right wing, which seemed to have been shredded something fierce by an unknown object. The medic quickly began to weld the plating back together, stitching him up slowly.
"They will last you long enough to leave, but not long enough to never have to get more work done," the medic replied, shaking his helm. "You say that you wish to exact revenge. Am I correct in assuming it's this Megatronus character we've been hearing so much about?"
Episode 111: Arise, Herald of Unicron
"Then do so. There is no time to linger!"
Impatience burned at him, combining with the poisonous memories in ways that nearly compelled him to purge his tanks. But now was not the time for such nonsense, and he would need every iota of fuel in his tanks for what was coming.
"I am Predaking, leader of all Predacons, and that filth has taken one of my Packmates. Whatever you can do, do it fast and pay no heed to how it looks. I have a need for swift vengeance, not aesthetics."
It took a moment for the medic to process the other mech's words. This was the Predacon? The Predacons were able to transform just like the rest of them? He gathered his thoughts quickly and began to instruct the mech.
"Lie on the medical berth and I can get you patched up. But be aware, these sutures may not hold for long. You will need to see me once again very soon," Ratchet said, giving Predaking a stern look. Leader of the Predacons or not, a patient is a patient.
Ratchet turned towards his console and run the start-up sequences for a scan, waiting for the Predacon to move into place before he began.
