[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Off Record [Closed]
Jan 14, 2020 17:27:10 GMT -5
Post by Ratchet on Jan 14, 2020 17:27:10 GMT -5
Ratchet nodded as he listened to Optimus talking. He agreed with just about everything the Prime was saying. They couldn’t just dump some things off onto a human – they did have to be directly involved....but who would they get?
Likewise, he agreed with the idea of expanding the group goals to teach them to work together. They had newcomers in Omega now, and they needed to ensure they all worked together seamlessly. He wasn’t entirely sure how well long-term games would work....he had the idea that some of the Autobots might not be able to keep working well over the long term. Invariably, some of them would hang pride on these games, and if they had to protect something over a period of time, knowing another Autobot was tasked with stealing said item, it could start leaking over into what should be casual comradery.
Time would tell.
Optimus’ body language was normally difficult to read, but his reaction to being caught out was quite apparent to the old doctor. Likewise, he wasn’t surprised when the Prime attempted to shut him down by waving away any concern, as if he had asked why there was a scratch on his arm, or a missing fleck of paint from a leg.
However, it was that very reaction that told Ratchet there was more to it. Had Optimus truly been fine, the question would have been met with a more confused, puzzled look. Why would Ratchet think anything was wrong? Was he behaving in a manner to make it seem so?
No, the sudden shift away was an answer in itself.
To the Prime’s question, Ratchet gave it some thought. There was a lot that was needed, but the majority of it couldn’t be gained in any manner here on Earth – the technology simply wasn’t available, nor were the resources. Earth metal was “dead”. Their nanites couldn’t work with it. Any repairs made with it would remain dead, lifeless to the Cybertronian, in much the same way a human’s artificial arm was dead. It couldn’t carry a current, therefore had no feeling to it. It worked for temporary patches, and that was it.
“I don’t think so, no. Not beyond the smaller, usual things, like wire for circuits, stainless steel bolts and screws for repairs....nothing beyond the usual. We always have a need for cleaner, anti-rust compounds and the like.”
Ratchet turned the conversation back around again, “Fine? Perhaps. Although if you were fine after everything that’s happened, I’d be more than a little worried.
The fact you called me here to talk is telling in itself. I get that you want a second opinion on things, but there’s more to it, isn’t there? You mentioned a choke chain, and then we both danced around reinstating patrols and the like. But nothing you’ve suggested so far makes me think “choke chain”.
You’re talking about a more...drastic...change, Optimus. So why don’t we just cut through the slag here and talk about what’s really going on?
You’re upset you don’t have the backup you need, especially with these particular Autobots. You’re blaming yourself for what happened at Haven. Patrols and the like will only go far.
What are you planning?”
Likewise, he agreed with the idea of expanding the group goals to teach them to work together. They had newcomers in Omega now, and they needed to ensure they all worked together seamlessly. He wasn’t entirely sure how well long-term games would work....he had the idea that some of the Autobots might not be able to keep working well over the long term. Invariably, some of them would hang pride on these games, and if they had to protect something over a period of time, knowing another Autobot was tasked with stealing said item, it could start leaking over into what should be casual comradery.
Time would tell.
Optimus’ body language was normally difficult to read, but his reaction to being caught out was quite apparent to the old doctor. Likewise, he wasn’t surprised when the Prime attempted to shut him down by waving away any concern, as if he had asked why there was a scratch on his arm, or a missing fleck of paint from a leg.
However, it was that very reaction that told Ratchet there was more to it. Had Optimus truly been fine, the question would have been met with a more confused, puzzled look. Why would Ratchet think anything was wrong? Was he behaving in a manner to make it seem so?
No, the sudden shift away was an answer in itself.
To the Prime’s question, Ratchet gave it some thought. There was a lot that was needed, but the majority of it couldn’t be gained in any manner here on Earth – the technology simply wasn’t available, nor were the resources. Earth metal was “dead”. Their nanites couldn’t work with it. Any repairs made with it would remain dead, lifeless to the Cybertronian, in much the same way a human’s artificial arm was dead. It couldn’t carry a current, therefore had no feeling to it. It worked for temporary patches, and that was it.
“I don’t think so, no. Not beyond the smaller, usual things, like wire for circuits, stainless steel bolts and screws for repairs....nothing beyond the usual. We always have a need for cleaner, anti-rust compounds and the like.”
Ratchet turned the conversation back around again, “Fine? Perhaps. Although if you were fine after everything that’s happened, I’d be more than a little worried.
The fact you called me here to talk is telling in itself. I get that you want a second opinion on things, but there’s more to it, isn’t there? You mentioned a choke chain, and then we both danced around reinstating patrols and the like. But nothing you’ve suggested so far makes me think “choke chain”.
You’re talking about a more...drastic...change, Optimus. So why don’t we just cut through the slag here and talk about what’s really going on?
You’re upset you don’t have the backup you need, especially with these particular Autobots. You’re blaming yourself for what happened at Haven. Patrols and the like will only go far.
What are you planning?”