Ep 1.5 - Housecall - Closed
Jan 6, 2013 16:41:43 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2013 16:41:43 GMT -5
<< ooc - set after Shadow returns, before any of the rest of the major plots. starts on the 'Bot side but migrating over to the DMZ. >>
::I heard you the FIRST time,:: Ratchet had said, with glyphs that spoke clearly of his annoyance but were undercut, in the fourth subsidiary tier, with notes of resignation, ::and I shall attempt to put this in terms you might understand, you utter glitch - 'what have you done for ME lately'?::
::Stayed out of yer medbay and off yer list?:: was the immediate reply, and it was, he had to admit, true enough. Not, Ratchet noted privately, that Ironhide had had much opportunity to do otherwise - confined to base and, by personal choice (because the other mech could sulk with all the flair of an overly dramatic newspark when he wanted to), to quarters, there had been precious little mesh or metal to be seen of the lumbering frontliner, and not even a duty roster assignment to drag him out of his self imposed exile. It was ridiculously juvenile, in the medic's opinion, but on the other hand it HAD lead to a very quite base instead of one ringing off the walls with the former Guardian's temper.
Truth be told, after vorns spent serving in the same command as the frontliner, and more vorns spent with their Prime, the quiet was more than a little unnerving. Ratchet was starting to think he would almost rather have audial deafening arguments going on instead of Ironhide holed up hiding with half of his damned cohort and Optimus all but ghosting around the base like some sort of basic image hologram. It had almost been a relief to have Ironhide's heavy, inflected glyphs pinging at his comms.
And of COURSE the glitch wanted a FAVOR.
::If I do this for you...::
::Thanks, Ratch'.::
::I said IF, you half-throttled giant sparkling - IF I do this, you ARE going to get Shadowrunner up here at some point, aren't you? She was out there for weeks, unprepared - I want to make sure she didn't take any damage to anything besides her topcoat.::
The response was slower in coming. ::She's a full framed femme, doc'. Pretty sure she'd notice if anythin' were wrong.::
Even over comms, Ironhide was enough to try anyone's patience. ::That was a politely worded suggestion of an order, not an optional bartering point,:: Ratchet had snarled back. ::And it goes double for you. I didn't even see you after the raid, and don't you DARE try to tell me you didn't have a scratch on you.::
::Ah won't,:: Ironhide had shot back, ::'cus Ah did, but Cleaver fixed it up right as factory fresh. Yeh wanna take it up with her?:: His glyphs had shifted, quick as mercury, from snapping to sincere concern underscored with need. ::Look, Ratch', Ah'm just askin' for a quick favor, there an' back. Need t' know her an' th' bitlet are okay.::
Alright, THAT was just fighting dirty.
Which was how Ratchet had come to be scheduling off time he didn't have to waste and trudging across the groundbridge to the DMZ, comms pinging ahead of him. ::Cleaver? Do you have a little bit of spare time?::
::I heard you the FIRST time,:: Ratchet had said, with glyphs that spoke clearly of his annoyance but were undercut, in the fourth subsidiary tier, with notes of resignation, ::and I shall attempt to put this in terms you might understand, you utter glitch - 'what have you done for ME lately'?::
::Stayed out of yer medbay and off yer list?:: was the immediate reply, and it was, he had to admit, true enough. Not, Ratchet noted privately, that Ironhide had had much opportunity to do otherwise - confined to base and, by personal choice (because the other mech could sulk with all the flair of an overly dramatic newspark when he wanted to), to quarters, there had been precious little mesh or metal to be seen of the lumbering frontliner, and not even a duty roster assignment to drag him out of his self imposed exile. It was ridiculously juvenile, in the medic's opinion, but on the other hand it HAD lead to a very quite base instead of one ringing off the walls with the former Guardian's temper.
Truth be told, after vorns spent serving in the same command as the frontliner, and more vorns spent with their Prime, the quiet was more than a little unnerving. Ratchet was starting to think he would almost rather have audial deafening arguments going on instead of Ironhide holed up hiding with half of his damned cohort and Optimus all but ghosting around the base like some sort of basic image hologram. It had almost been a relief to have Ironhide's heavy, inflected glyphs pinging at his comms.
And of COURSE the glitch wanted a FAVOR.
::If I do this for you...::
::Thanks, Ratch'.::
::I said IF, you half-throttled giant sparkling - IF I do this, you ARE going to get Shadowrunner up here at some point, aren't you? She was out there for weeks, unprepared - I want to make sure she didn't take any damage to anything besides her topcoat.::
The response was slower in coming. ::She's a full framed femme, doc'. Pretty sure she'd notice if anythin' were wrong.::
Even over comms, Ironhide was enough to try anyone's patience. ::That was a politely worded suggestion of an order, not an optional bartering point,:: Ratchet had snarled back. ::And it goes double for you. I didn't even see you after the raid, and don't you DARE try to tell me you didn't have a scratch on you.::
::Ah won't,:: Ironhide had shot back, ::'cus Ah did, but Cleaver fixed it up right as factory fresh. Yeh wanna take it up with her?:: His glyphs had shifted, quick as mercury, from snapping to sincere concern underscored with need. ::Look, Ratch', Ah'm just askin' for a quick favor, there an' back. Need t' know her an' th' bitlet are okay.::
Alright, THAT was just fighting dirty.
Which was how Ratchet had come to be scheduling off time he didn't have to waste and trudging across the groundbridge to the DMZ, comms pinging ahead of him. ::Cleaver? Do you have a little bit of spare time?::