[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]As If It Were Nothing [Closed]
Mar 12, 2019 16:53:20 GMT -5
Post by Ratchet on Mar 12, 2019 16:53:20 GMT -5
Ratchet remained leaning on the bench as Carbine replied. He said nothing when Carbine haggled for the hand and the rag, which he had almost been expecting. He probably would have been a little worried if Carbine hadn’t.
Ratchet knew he was going to need help with this. There were certain individuals in the base that were going out refuse outright to have a sample taken. It didn’t matter that this was important, that this was a potential contagion. They disliked any “fussing” so much, they would refuse. They would assure Ratchet they were “feeling just fine” and would refuse.
And refusing, at this point, wasn’t an option. They needed to know if it was environmental. What if there was a chemical within the base that was causing this?
Ratchet was capable of wrestling or fighting anyone who tried to weasel out of it. It was almost a part of his job description at times. However, it was impossible to wrestle someone and get a sample at the same time. Someone would be injured. Far better to have someone do the wrestling and holding while he took the sample. And he wasn’t about to bother Optimus with this. Not when he still needed his other optic repaired.
No...Carbine would be perfect for this. His strength, his size, and the fact he probably knew 12 ways to put a headlock on someone, would come in very useful.
Ratchet winced slightly at the comment about Police Brutality, but let it go. He had a feeling Carbine was exaggerating.
He hoped.
Unfortunately, the black and white mech went on to haggle for something that simply wasn’t in his domain to give.
Shaking his head, Ratchet shifted his weight, “Carbine, that’s not my choice to make. You would have to talk to Optimus about this. I don’t have any say in whether or not you can have firearms. That’s up to the Prime, and Red Alert.
Is there anything else I can do for you?”
Ratchet knew he was going to need help with this. There were certain individuals in the base that were going out refuse outright to have a sample taken. It didn’t matter that this was important, that this was a potential contagion. They disliked any “fussing” so much, they would refuse. They would assure Ratchet they were “feeling just fine” and would refuse.
And refusing, at this point, wasn’t an option. They needed to know if it was environmental. What if there was a chemical within the base that was causing this?
Ratchet was capable of wrestling or fighting anyone who tried to weasel out of it. It was almost a part of his job description at times. However, it was impossible to wrestle someone and get a sample at the same time. Someone would be injured. Far better to have someone do the wrestling and holding while he took the sample. And he wasn’t about to bother Optimus with this. Not when he still needed his other optic repaired.
No...Carbine would be perfect for this. His strength, his size, and the fact he probably knew 12 ways to put a headlock on someone, would come in very useful.
Ratchet winced slightly at the comment about Police Brutality, but let it go. He had a feeling Carbine was exaggerating.
He hoped.
Unfortunately, the black and white mech went on to haggle for something that simply wasn’t in his domain to give.
Shaking his head, Ratchet shifted his weight, “Carbine, that’s not my choice to make. You would have to talk to Optimus about this. I don’t have any say in whether or not you can have firearms. That’s up to the Prime, and Red Alert.
Is there anything else I can do for you?”