[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Delving Deep
Sept 3, 2018 17:56:51 GMT -5
Post by Ratchet on Sept 3, 2018 17:56:51 GMT -5
( Episode 2.5 Week 2 Day 7 Begins two hours after What You Think You Know)
Ratchet was exhausted. Had he known his day was going to turn into this, he would have remained in recharge for longer, attempting to catch up on what his frame was going to demand of him. Yes, he had pulled back to back operations before, but there had always been help - nurses, other medics to give aid and take over when he was done, closing up frames and the more simple repairs. Even the smallest repairs took time and energy, and hopping from one to another did not alleviate any of the strain.
But at last, he could look back at his Medibay and feel at least a little closer to having it done. Sideswipe was repaired - somewhat. He needed cosmetic surgery at this point - seams burnished down to be less noticeable, welding scars reduced, and a good coat of paint to cover the rest. But that wasn’t important at the moment. Life, safety and health came before beauty.
Bumblebee was at least doing better as well. In appearance, at least. Ratchet had managed to retrieve the yellow scout’s arm from outside the medibay, and after giving it a good decontamination, had reattached it. Like Sideswipe, the attachment was vivid and rough, silver grey welding streaking the join, but at least the scout was in one piece now. Only the more important lines and circuits had been reattached - the nearly microscopic ones would have to be repaired after he rested.
Likewise, Optimus had his sight returned to one optic - the other would have to wait a little longer. It would take a much steadier hand, and concerned tiny focusing rings. And after this day, Ratchet knew he was going to need rest before he tackled that as well.
He had saved what was wrong with Bumblebee for the last. He knew he was going to need help, someone to sound off his ideas to, and knew he would need Optimus to be able to see and think clearly. He also hoped that returning some of his tools to their proper place would resettle his mind long enough to focus on the task at hand.
Finally, rubbing bleary optics with the backs of his servos, Ratchet walked over to the analyzer, uploaded what had been discovered about Bumblebee’s repair nanites onto his data pad.
He moved to an empty seat, and fell wearily into it, attempting to focus on what was before him.
Ratchet was exhausted. Had he known his day was going to turn into this, he would have remained in recharge for longer, attempting to catch up on what his frame was going to demand of him. Yes, he had pulled back to back operations before, but there had always been help - nurses, other medics to give aid and take over when he was done, closing up frames and the more simple repairs. Even the smallest repairs took time and energy, and hopping from one to another did not alleviate any of the strain.
But at last, he could look back at his Medibay and feel at least a little closer to having it done. Sideswipe was repaired - somewhat. He needed cosmetic surgery at this point - seams burnished down to be less noticeable, welding scars reduced, and a good coat of paint to cover the rest. But that wasn’t important at the moment. Life, safety and health came before beauty.
Bumblebee was at least doing better as well. In appearance, at least. Ratchet had managed to retrieve the yellow scout’s arm from outside the medibay, and after giving it a good decontamination, had reattached it. Like Sideswipe, the attachment was vivid and rough, silver grey welding streaking the join, but at least the scout was in one piece now. Only the more important lines and circuits had been reattached - the nearly microscopic ones would have to be repaired after he rested.
Likewise, Optimus had his sight returned to one optic - the other would have to wait a little longer. It would take a much steadier hand, and concerned tiny focusing rings. And after this day, Ratchet knew he was going to need rest before he tackled that as well.
He had saved what was wrong with Bumblebee for the last. He knew he was going to need help, someone to sound off his ideas to, and knew he would need Optimus to be able to see and think clearly. He also hoped that returning some of his tools to their proper place would resettle his mind long enough to focus on the task at hand.
Finally, rubbing bleary optics with the backs of his servos, Ratchet walked over to the analyzer, uploaded what had been discovered about Bumblebee’s repair nanites onto his data pad.
He moved to an empty seat, and fell wearily into it, attempting to focus on what was before him.