Post by Ratchet on Sept 25, 2017 16:19:43 GMT -5
PLAYER INFO:
Name/Alias: Kov
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Ratchet
Age: Unknown - (roughly 50’s in human years)
Gender: Mech
Species:Cybertronian
Faction: Autobots
Original Occupation: Doctor/Surgeon
Occupation/Specialization: Doctor/Surgeon, C.M.O.
Appearance: Ratchet is a little bit taller than the average Cybertronian, but not overly large. Armor is white with red secondaries. Ratchet’s faceplate is a light grey, a red chevron over his light blue optics.
Surprisingly bulky due to heavy armor, Ratchet is a force to be reckoned with both in the battlefield, and in the medibay.
His dark grey hands are large but dexterous with darker grey fingertips, easily working inside Autobots to repair injuries and do delicate soldering work on their outer mesh. His darker fingertips are highly sensitive. As a grounder, his tires are located as ankles and slightly below the elbows, neatly tucked out of the way.
Located on both firearms, in red against the white armor, is the Cybertronian accepted image for a sparkbeat, instantly identifying Ratchet as a doctor/medic. This would have been given to him as a prominent feature to ensure his safety should he find himself on the battlefield, or if his services were needed.
Ratchet’s tools of the trade can be carried in hidden sub-spaces in his forearms, but the larger tools he might need would be carried in a large squarish “backpack” attached to his back. An antanna juts from this, expanding his communication abilities over larger distances. However, since being stuck on Earth, his backpack is mostly empty now as he has lost much of the gear he normally travelled with. “Bandages” in the form of metal patches, cleansing fluids and soldering sticks are all that currently occupy his backpack.
A built in soldering gun is always ready to be called into play when needed, for injuries both in and out of the Medibay.
Altmode: Ford 2010 -11 Ford Ambulance
History: Ratchet was forged a long time ago, even by Cybertronian standards. One of the oldest Cybertronians still living, Ratchet has fond memories of his beloved Cybertron during the Golden Age and beyond. His pride in his species and heritage can be very strong, even to the point of arrogance at times.
Ratchet trained with the very best, and eventually surpassed them. He became known as one of , if not the, best doctor and surgeon on Cybertron. His social circles included the elite of Cybertron, and he rubbed elbows with many famous individuals. He had a taste for the finer things in life. Known for enjoying parties and celebrations, it was a source of amazement and awe that Ratchet could party all night, and rise in the morning to do an extremely delicate surgery. He was, quite literally, forged for that job.
Although Ratchet enjoyed the good life, being a doctor and surgeon can be draining on the mind and spark, and he soon found he was losing his taste for the finer things in life while others suffered. He donated his time to helping those that could not afford his services, and fought against the class system when it came in. His actions, however, weren’t enough to stem the tide.
When a miner was brought to him, suffering an unknown illness, Ratchet began investigating. He discovered there was only one way the patient could have contacted the poison - by digging too close to an area that was considered off limits by the council. Distrusting the Council at this point in his life, he tried to find out what they miners were doing in that area. The problem was every where he tried to get the information, he found nothing. Everything had been erased.
Realizing what was likely to have happened, Ratchet went looking for someone who might know what happens to information the Council wanted hidden. Enter Orion, a young clerk whose job included filing away and filtering out information on the Council’s orders.
Blunt, rough and angry, Ratchet accused Orion of knowing what was going on, but refusing to give him the information needed to save his patient. He threw the responsibility of the patient’s death directly at the clerk’s feet. Orion, having a tender spark, crumbled, and tried to anonymously give the information to Ratchet. Unable to lie very well, Ratchet was well aware it was Orion who risked himself to get the information to him, and so a friendship was formed.
Ratchet watched the friendship blossom between Orion and Megatronus. While he approved of what the silver mech was trying to do - change the system, shake things up so the badly tainted class system could be addressed, there was always something about him that made Ratchet uneasy. Perhaps Ratchet was worried that Orion was so trusting, so accepting, that he feared if anything went wrong, it could hurt him. Maybe it was a sixth sense that Megatronus was not quite all there in some manner. Perhaps it was plain jealousy. Whatever the reason, Ratchet worried silently, unable to find a way to take Orion aside and warn him. Ratchet put his worries aside, refusing to fall victim to his own paranoia, and tried to work happily with Orion and Megatronus to try and make a new, brighter future for Cybertron.
When Orion became the next Prime, Ratchet was right by his side. He felt that finally, there was a Prime that would fix things. Fix the system. Right the wrongs. In Ratchet, Optimus found an individual who wouldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear, but what he needed to know. Blunt and to the point, Ratchet pulled no punches, and that was a trait the young Prime needed to depend on.
Not even Ratchet was prepared for what happened when Orion was named the next Prime, or the uprising.
Outraged by what he felt to be a betrayal, Ratchet joined the Autobots to fight against Megatron, and try to save his people and his beloved planet.
Ratchet threw himself into his work, rising through the ranks, to eventually become the Chief Medical Officer of the Autobots, the only individual who can issue orders to the Prime, though only in regards to his health.
While the majority of his time during the long expanse of the war was spent trying to repair injured mecha, Ratchet was called on often to help develop new ways and equipment to improve a soldier’s chances of survival in battle. This, and his own natural intelligence, is what enables him to fill the roles of mad scientist in the Autobot base.
His experiences weren’t just limited to the health field. Several times he joined rescue missions to save lost or captured Autobots. He has seen his fair share of battle, and from time to time, even relishes it.
However, as the number of Autobots decreases, Ratchet finds himself needed more and more in the role of repair and attempting to save those on death’s door.
Now he remains at Optimus’ side, following his Prime, ready to do whatever he can to save his people and end the war.
Personality: Ratchet carries a deep hatred of Megatron for starting the war and causing the death of millions of his people, and while he respects Optimus, there are times he feels his old friend is too gentle to do what must be done. Although Ratchet has a respect for all living things, it’s quite apparent that he feels there are times when taking life is the simplest solution to saving other lives. Sacrifice one to save the many is not an unknown idea to him.
Ratchet feels driven to do what he can for those still fighting. Being the head of the medical profession of the Autobots carries a great deal of responsibility. Every failed attempt is his own personal failure. Each life lost is a stain on his own servos that he carries with him.
Things he experienced during the war have also left a mark on the old medic. He was regularly exposed to the utter cruelties a person can inflict on another, and no one is able to shrug that off after time. Memories are not easily forgotten. On more than one occasion, Ratchet has privately thought if emotional and mental scars were as visible as physical ones, he must look like a walking corpse.
These years of being elbow-deep in the chassis’ of wounded Autobots and Neutrals alike, soured him against a great deal of life. For the first time, Ratchet found himself operating on individuals who weren’t sick, or who hadn’t been injured in an industrial accident, but a war. An unnecessary war.
The number of deaths he has seen, the sheer folly of the war, the destruction of his beloved planet and home, and the disregard for life brought about by the war, has turned a once pleasant, happy, youthful individual into a sour, sarcastic grouch who has been described as being “100% done with everyone.”
Wrestling an Autobot back from the brink of death, only to have them return to the battlefield and die gave him a sick sense of fatality. He became driven. Each Cybertronian he saved was a personal insult to death, and he took a fierce pride in knowing he had cheated death one more time. This increased to the point of arrogance. This is partly why, when he fails, he feels utterly betrayed and crushed.
Ratchet is not fond of Earth, or organics in particular, but his time on the planet has taught him the Humans are capable of great actions, and he has grown fond of them. Not that he would ever admit to it.
His tools are sharp, but Ratchet’s tongue is sharper, and his personality can be outright acidic. However, he holds those he secretly considers friends close, and will do anything to keep them safe and healthy. It’s only during times of extreme fatigue or sorrow that one sees his inner, true, personality. He keeps himself well hidden.
At one time, Ratchet may have been as spiritual as any other average Cybertronian. He has a deep respect for some of the more spiritual sites on Cybertron. But whatever he personally felt was lost a long time ago, after seeing so much unnecessary death and destruction. Whether a true Atheist or not is difficult to tell, and even Ratchet himself might have trouble explaining his thoughts on such things if anyone could ever push him hard enough that he considered talking about it. But in general, his tolerance of what he terms “bunk” has hit a low point, and if pressured, Ratchet can become extremely angry and volatile.
Likes: New tools, a new hospital, being left alone to work, high grade energon. His (few) friends.
Dislikes: Minor annoyances, interruptions, Decepticons, Megatron, people who risk their safety for frivolous reasons, people who break his things.
Strengths:
Ratchet’s main strength is his training. There are few injuries he can’t repair, given the proper equipment and resources. Steady hands and high intelligence make him a force to be reckoned with.
Like a Rock - His steadfast manner can be a strength, and a weakness. Ratchet is not easily dissuaded from doing something he wants to do, or forced to do something he doesn’t want to do. Because of this, challenges are seen as mere obstacles to be surmounted. Days can pass in his pursuit of his goals, and he doesn’t always seem to notice.
Honesty - Ratchet believes that if you have earned praise, he’ll give it to you. It’s just hard for him to feel anyone deserves it that much. Ratchet feels too many people want praise for just doing their job.
Sharpest Blade - Ratchet has a keen mind, and because of that, he’s found himself working on things that normally a medic wouldn’t, becoming a mad scientist by necessity. He is constantly challenged by new obstacles presented on Earth.
I Would Die For You - Ratchet’s friendship with Optimus runs deep. The Chief Medical Officer truly believes that Optimus is the best and last hope to save their people and their planet, and if his death was needed to save Optimus, Ratchet wouldn’t hesitate.
Weapon:
Ratchet’s servos can transform into massive blades used to defend himself, and bring a fight to the Decepticons. Well trained in their use, the medic is no slouch in battle. Honed to a razor’s edge, Ratchet’s blades can do considerable damage against medium armor, and still do a fair bit of damage against heavier armor.
Weaknesses:
Tongue like a Scalpel - Ratchet has a very abrasive personality. Whether this is a result of seeing so many friends die, even on his own operating table, or just as the years of war have worn him down, Ratchet can be very off-putting. Even to those he does consider friends he can be rough and gruff, seeming irritated at their presence. Because of this, even friends don’t always seek him out just to hang around. On very rare instances, Ratchet may leave his medibay for a drink, but such times are rare.
Racial Pride - Ratchet has a very strong pride in his people, and who can really blame him? Cybertronians have done many great things, travelling the expanse of the universe. Ratchet remembers the great Golden Age, and regrets the fate that has befallen the planet. However, this racial pride can be seen as arrogant, especially if he begins comparing Cybertronians to other races.
A Little More Sarcasm, Please - Ratchet is horrifically sarcastic. Sarcastic to people who often literally don’t realize he’s being sarcastic and ask him to repeat himself or question his actions. This tends to irritate Ratchet further.
Blind Spot - Ratchet’s built in medical backpack can be a hinderance to him, especially in tight corners or tricky situations. While some mecha can simply look over their shoulders, Ratchet’s view behind himself is permanently blocked, and so he must bodily turn several degrees to look behind himself. His heavy frame also makes him a little slower, and he can be awkward in small spaces. The backpack also tends to make him somewhat top heavy. If unexpectedly pushed or shoved, Ratchet can easily go over onto his aft.
Special Skills:
Can You Hear Me Now? - The antanna jutting from Ratchet’s backpack gives him a farther than average communication ability. It can be turned to a subsonic channel if necessary. This is normally linked to Autobot frequencies only, and can be used in an emergency if all other communications are out. Subsonic channels rarely fail, and even EMP’s cannot affect them. However, Subsonic frequencies are much slower than the normal Autobot frequencies, resulting in longer answer times, and can be distorted by other sub-sonic frequencies such as the frequencies created by large mammals and the like.
I’ve Seen It All - As a Medic, and due to his age, Ratchet has had to operate on many Cybertronians for many reasons. Illness, injury (industrial accident and weapon-produced), and there’s not a lot he hasn’t seen in one form or another. There’s not a lot that can surprise him anymore. He knows the best ways to approach rifle blasts, bladed weapon injuries and burns, injuries caused by explosions, acid damage, you name it. He can look at just about any injury and know exactly what needs to be done. Very little can take the old doctor by surprise now.
Make Do - Being on numerous battlefields, Ratchet has had to make do with what was available at the time. And never has this been more true than now that he is on Earth. With a make-shift Medibay, filled with make-shift tools and resources, Ratchet bemoans the fact he has little to work with. Loudly. However, he usually gets the job done, even if it’s not his best work, or particularly pretty.
I’m Just A Doctor, Jim - As well as having to make do with limited resources, Ratchet has had to fill the role of resident brainiac and mad scientist, doing things better reserved for other scientists and researchers. He has had to become a near expect in many different scientific fields, bringing his newfound knowledge to the table. He would never admit it, but being forced to perform the duties he wasn’t professionally trained to do makes him extremely nervous, and he is constantly worried he’s going to harm someone at some point in time. If only everyone would just stay in the base at all times!
Sample RP:
Ratchet vented a sigh, pushing himself back from the monitor, his chair squeaking as he did so. Tiredly rubbing his face, the medic paused for a moment, resting his face in his servos to try and rest his optics.
Dropping his hands again, he raised his gaze back up to the monitor that sat silently before him.
Mocking him.
Judging him.
“What am I doing?” he quietly asked to the empty room, “I’m a doctor, a surgeon for Primus’ sake. Not a scientist. I know how the body takes Energon, uses it, breaks it down. I know how to get the best efficiency for it, but to create it out of thin air?”
One servo moved, fingertips digging deeply into the back of his neck. He felt stiff.
God he felt old.
They were starving. All of them.
Ratchet lowered his hands, resting them on the table before him, the monitor still glowing, as if awaiting some wonderful breakthrough.
Some of the Autobots were doing their best, he knew that. As a doctor, he was aware of the signs they were doing without. They might think they were tricking him and each other. Of course I’m taking my ration! Why wouldn’t I?
But all the little signs were there. Slight confusion at times. Being testy. Distracted motions as optics read the warning and alarms that popped up on HUD’s. People were getting testy. Tempers were flaring.
The problem was, how long could you hold off on your ration before you suddenly found yourself desperately in need, and with no time to get it?
They were at war. Despite the so-called “truce”, Ratchet had no dreams that Megatron would hold onto the cease-fire one second longer than needed, once it’s convenience to him was over. And would the Autobots be ready?
He needed to find either a new fuel source, or a way to get every last burst of energy out of the energon they did have.
With a quiet, desperate sigh, Ratchet began to scroll through the information on the screen yet again.
Name/Alias: Kov
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Ratchet
Age: Unknown - (roughly 50’s in human years)
Gender: Mech
Species:Cybertronian
Faction: Autobots
Original Occupation: Doctor/Surgeon
Occupation/Specialization: Doctor/Surgeon, C.M.O.
Appearance: Ratchet is a little bit taller than the average Cybertronian, but not overly large. Armor is white with red secondaries. Ratchet’s faceplate is a light grey, a red chevron over his light blue optics.
Surprisingly bulky due to heavy armor, Ratchet is a force to be reckoned with both in the battlefield, and in the medibay.
His dark grey hands are large but dexterous with darker grey fingertips, easily working inside Autobots to repair injuries and do delicate soldering work on their outer mesh. His darker fingertips are highly sensitive. As a grounder, his tires are located as ankles and slightly below the elbows, neatly tucked out of the way.
Located on both firearms, in red against the white armor, is the Cybertronian accepted image for a sparkbeat, instantly identifying Ratchet as a doctor/medic. This would have been given to him as a prominent feature to ensure his safety should he find himself on the battlefield, or if his services were needed.
Ratchet’s tools of the trade can be carried in hidden sub-spaces in his forearms, but the larger tools he might need would be carried in a large squarish “backpack” attached to his back. An antanna juts from this, expanding his communication abilities over larger distances. However, since being stuck on Earth, his backpack is mostly empty now as he has lost much of the gear he normally travelled with. “Bandages” in the form of metal patches, cleansing fluids and soldering sticks are all that currently occupy his backpack.
A built in soldering gun is always ready to be called into play when needed, for injuries both in and out of the Medibay.
Altmode: Ford 2010 -11 Ford Ambulance
History: Ratchet was forged a long time ago, even by Cybertronian standards. One of the oldest Cybertronians still living, Ratchet has fond memories of his beloved Cybertron during the Golden Age and beyond. His pride in his species and heritage can be very strong, even to the point of arrogance at times.
Ratchet trained with the very best, and eventually surpassed them. He became known as one of , if not the, best doctor and surgeon on Cybertron. His social circles included the elite of Cybertron, and he rubbed elbows with many famous individuals. He had a taste for the finer things in life. Known for enjoying parties and celebrations, it was a source of amazement and awe that Ratchet could party all night, and rise in the morning to do an extremely delicate surgery. He was, quite literally, forged for that job.
Although Ratchet enjoyed the good life, being a doctor and surgeon can be draining on the mind and spark, and he soon found he was losing his taste for the finer things in life while others suffered. He donated his time to helping those that could not afford his services, and fought against the class system when it came in. His actions, however, weren’t enough to stem the tide.
When a miner was brought to him, suffering an unknown illness, Ratchet began investigating. He discovered there was only one way the patient could have contacted the poison - by digging too close to an area that was considered off limits by the council. Distrusting the Council at this point in his life, he tried to find out what they miners were doing in that area. The problem was every where he tried to get the information, he found nothing. Everything had been erased.
Realizing what was likely to have happened, Ratchet went looking for someone who might know what happens to information the Council wanted hidden. Enter Orion, a young clerk whose job included filing away and filtering out information on the Council’s orders.
Blunt, rough and angry, Ratchet accused Orion of knowing what was going on, but refusing to give him the information needed to save his patient. He threw the responsibility of the patient’s death directly at the clerk’s feet. Orion, having a tender spark, crumbled, and tried to anonymously give the information to Ratchet. Unable to lie very well, Ratchet was well aware it was Orion who risked himself to get the information to him, and so a friendship was formed.
Ratchet watched the friendship blossom between Orion and Megatronus. While he approved of what the silver mech was trying to do - change the system, shake things up so the badly tainted class system could be addressed, there was always something about him that made Ratchet uneasy. Perhaps Ratchet was worried that Orion was so trusting, so accepting, that he feared if anything went wrong, it could hurt him. Maybe it was a sixth sense that Megatronus was not quite all there in some manner. Perhaps it was plain jealousy. Whatever the reason, Ratchet worried silently, unable to find a way to take Orion aside and warn him. Ratchet put his worries aside, refusing to fall victim to his own paranoia, and tried to work happily with Orion and Megatronus to try and make a new, brighter future for Cybertron.
When Orion became the next Prime, Ratchet was right by his side. He felt that finally, there was a Prime that would fix things. Fix the system. Right the wrongs. In Ratchet, Optimus found an individual who wouldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear, but what he needed to know. Blunt and to the point, Ratchet pulled no punches, and that was a trait the young Prime needed to depend on.
Not even Ratchet was prepared for what happened when Orion was named the next Prime, or the uprising.
Outraged by what he felt to be a betrayal, Ratchet joined the Autobots to fight against Megatron, and try to save his people and his beloved planet.
Ratchet threw himself into his work, rising through the ranks, to eventually become the Chief Medical Officer of the Autobots, the only individual who can issue orders to the Prime, though only in regards to his health.
While the majority of his time during the long expanse of the war was spent trying to repair injured mecha, Ratchet was called on often to help develop new ways and equipment to improve a soldier’s chances of survival in battle. This, and his own natural intelligence, is what enables him to fill the roles of mad scientist in the Autobot base.
His experiences weren’t just limited to the health field. Several times he joined rescue missions to save lost or captured Autobots. He has seen his fair share of battle, and from time to time, even relishes it.
However, as the number of Autobots decreases, Ratchet finds himself needed more and more in the role of repair and attempting to save those on death’s door.
Now he remains at Optimus’ side, following his Prime, ready to do whatever he can to save his people and end the war.
Personality: Ratchet carries a deep hatred of Megatron for starting the war and causing the death of millions of his people, and while he respects Optimus, there are times he feels his old friend is too gentle to do what must be done. Although Ratchet has a respect for all living things, it’s quite apparent that he feels there are times when taking life is the simplest solution to saving other lives. Sacrifice one to save the many is not an unknown idea to him.
Ratchet feels driven to do what he can for those still fighting. Being the head of the medical profession of the Autobots carries a great deal of responsibility. Every failed attempt is his own personal failure. Each life lost is a stain on his own servos that he carries with him.
Things he experienced during the war have also left a mark on the old medic. He was regularly exposed to the utter cruelties a person can inflict on another, and no one is able to shrug that off after time. Memories are not easily forgotten. On more than one occasion, Ratchet has privately thought if emotional and mental scars were as visible as physical ones, he must look like a walking corpse.
These years of being elbow-deep in the chassis’ of wounded Autobots and Neutrals alike, soured him against a great deal of life. For the first time, Ratchet found himself operating on individuals who weren’t sick, or who hadn’t been injured in an industrial accident, but a war. An unnecessary war.
The number of deaths he has seen, the sheer folly of the war, the destruction of his beloved planet and home, and the disregard for life brought about by the war, has turned a once pleasant, happy, youthful individual into a sour, sarcastic grouch who has been described as being “100% done with everyone.”
Wrestling an Autobot back from the brink of death, only to have them return to the battlefield and die gave him a sick sense of fatality. He became driven. Each Cybertronian he saved was a personal insult to death, and he took a fierce pride in knowing he had cheated death one more time. This increased to the point of arrogance. This is partly why, when he fails, he feels utterly betrayed and crushed.
Ratchet is not fond of Earth, or organics in particular, but his time on the planet has taught him the Humans are capable of great actions, and he has grown fond of them. Not that he would ever admit to it.
His tools are sharp, but Ratchet’s tongue is sharper, and his personality can be outright acidic. However, he holds those he secretly considers friends close, and will do anything to keep them safe and healthy. It’s only during times of extreme fatigue or sorrow that one sees his inner, true, personality. He keeps himself well hidden.
At one time, Ratchet may have been as spiritual as any other average Cybertronian. He has a deep respect for some of the more spiritual sites on Cybertron. But whatever he personally felt was lost a long time ago, after seeing so much unnecessary death and destruction. Whether a true Atheist or not is difficult to tell, and even Ratchet himself might have trouble explaining his thoughts on such things if anyone could ever push him hard enough that he considered talking about it. But in general, his tolerance of what he terms “bunk” has hit a low point, and if pressured, Ratchet can become extremely angry and volatile.
Likes: New tools, a new hospital, being left alone to work, high grade energon. His (few) friends.
Dislikes: Minor annoyances, interruptions, Decepticons, Megatron, people who risk their safety for frivolous reasons, people who break his things.
Strengths:
Ratchet’s main strength is his training. There are few injuries he can’t repair, given the proper equipment and resources. Steady hands and high intelligence make him a force to be reckoned with.
Like a Rock - His steadfast manner can be a strength, and a weakness. Ratchet is not easily dissuaded from doing something he wants to do, or forced to do something he doesn’t want to do. Because of this, challenges are seen as mere obstacles to be surmounted. Days can pass in his pursuit of his goals, and he doesn’t always seem to notice.
Honesty - Ratchet believes that if you have earned praise, he’ll give it to you. It’s just hard for him to feel anyone deserves it that much. Ratchet feels too many people want praise for just doing their job.
Sharpest Blade - Ratchet has a keen mind, and because of that, he’s found himself working on things that normally a medic wouldn’t, becoming a mad scientist by necessity. He is constantly challenged by new obstacles presented on Earth.
I Would Die For You - Ratchet’s friendship with Optimus runs deep. The Chief Medical Officer truly believes that Optimus is the best and last hope to save their people and their planet, and if his death was needed to save Optimus, Ratchet wouldn’t hesitate.
Weapon:
Ratchet’s servos can transform into massive blades used to defend himself, and bring a fight to the Decepticons. Well trained in their use, the medic is no slouch in battle. Honed to a razor’s edge, Ratchet’s blades can do considerable damage against medium armor, and still do a fair bit of damage against heavier armor.
Weaknesses:
Tongue like a Scalpel - Ratchet has a very abrasive personality. Whether this is a result of seeing so many friends die, even on his own operating table, or just as the years of war have worn him down, Ratchet can be very off-putting. Even to those he does consider friends he can be rough and gruff, seeming irritated at their presence. Because of this, even friends don’t always seek him out just to hang around. On very rare instances, Ratchet may leave his medibay for a drink, but such times are rare.
Racial Pride - Ratchet has a very strong pride in his people, and who can really blame him? Cybertronians have done many great things, travelling the expanse of the universe. Ratchet remembers the great Golden Age, and regrets the fate that has befallen the planet. However, this racial pride can be seen as arrogant, especially if he begins comparing Cybertronians to other races.
A Little More Sarcasm, Please - Ratchet is horrifically sarcastic. Sarcastic to people who often literally don’t realize he’s being sarcastic and ask him to repeat himself or question his actions. This tends to irritate Ratchet further.
Blind Spot - Ratchet’s built in medical backpack can be a hinderance to him, especially in tight corners or tricky situations. While some mecha can simply look over their shoulders, Ratchet’s view behind himself is permanently blocked, and so he must bodily turn several degrees to look behind himself. His heavy frame also makes him a little slower, and he can be awkward in small spaces. The backpack also tends to make him somewhat top heavy. If unexpectedly pushed or shoved, Ratchet can easily go over onto his aft.
Special Skills:
Can You Hear Me Now? - The antanna jutting from Ratchet’s backpack gives him a farther than average communication ability. It can be turned to a subsonic channel if necessary. This is normally linked to Autobot frequencies only, and can be used in an emergency if all other communications are out. Subsonic channels rarely fail, and even EMP’s cannot affect them. However, Subsonic frequencies are much slower than the normal Autobot frequencies, resulting in longer answer times, and can be distorted by other sub-sonic frequencies such as the frequencies created by large mammals and the like.
I’ve Seen It All - As a Medic, and due to his age, Ratchet has had to operate on many Cybertronians for many reasons. Illness, injury (industrial accident and weapon-produced), and there’s not a lot he hasn’t seen in one form or another. There’s not a lot that can surprise him anymore. He knows the best ways to approach rifle blasts, bladed weapon injuries and burns, injuries caused by explosions, acid damage, you name it. He can look at just about any injury and know exactly what needs to be done. Very little can take the old doctor by surprise now.
Make Do - Being on numerous battlefields, Ratchet has had to make do with what was available at the time. And never has this been more true than now that he is on Earth. With a make-shift Medibay, filled with make-shift tools and resources, Ratchet bemoans the fact he has little to work with. Loudly. However, he usually gets the job done, even if it’s not his best work, or particularly pretty.
I’m Just A Doctor, Jim - As well as having to make do with limited resources, Ratchet has had to fill the role of resident brainiac and mad scientist, doing things better reserved for other scientists and researchers. He has had to become a near expect in many different scientific fields, bringing his newfound knowledge to the table. He would never admit it, but being forced to perform the duties he wasn’t professionally trained to do makes him extremely nervous, and he is constantly worried he’s going to harm someone at some point in time. If only everyone would just stay in the base at all times!
Sample RP:
Ratchet vented a sigh, pushing himself back from the monitor, his chair squeaking as he did so. Tiredly rubbing his face, the medic paused for a moment, resting his face in his servos to try and rest his optics.
Dropping his hands again, he raised his gaze back up to the monitor that sat silently before him.
Mocking him.
Judging him.
“What am I doing?” he quietly asked to the empty room, “I’m a doctor, a surgeon for Primus’ sake. Not a scientist. I know how the body takes Energon, uses it, breaks it down. I know how to get the best efficiency for it, but to create it out of thin air?”
One servo moved, fingertips digging deeply into the back of his neck. He felt stiff.
God he felt old.
They were starving. All of them.
Ratchet lowered his hands, resting them on the table before him, the monitor still glowing, as if awaiting some wonderful breakthrough.
Some of the Autobots were doing their best, he knew that. As a doctor, he was aware of the signs they were doing without. They might think they were tricking him and each other. Of course I’m taking my ration! Why wouldn’t I?
But all the little signs were there. Slight confusion at times. Being testy. Distracted motions as optics read the warning and alarms that popped up on HUD’s. People were getting testy. Tempers were flaring.
The problem was, how long could you hold off on your ration before you suddenly found yourself desperately in need, and with no time to get it?
They were at war. Despite the so-called “truce”, Ratchet had no dreams that Megatron would hold onto the cease-fire one second longer than needed, once it’s convenience to him was over. And would the Autobots be ready?
He needed to find either a new fuel source, or a way to get every last burst of energy out of the energon they did have.
With a quiet, desperate sigh, Ratchet began to scroll through the information on the screen yet again.