Ep 1.5 - Preventative Care - Closed
Nov 11, 2012 14:02:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2012 14:02:41 GMT -5
[[after Memo]]
Aside from delivering a few critical personnel file updates for him to look over,Ratbat had successfully managed to mostly evade Megatron since his return. Most of that was due to his immense workload, but if he was entirely honest with himself his wing-quivering indignation had something to do with it as well. Soundwave had insisted on cleaning him, but scratches, dents, and paint transfers still persisted on his outer surface and he'd be going to Knock Out for a complete refinish and service appointment shortly. Due to his age, his self-repair was too anemic to gain ground on the various problems, and some were worsening. He was feeling the damage more and more when he moved.
The more he worked, the more the physical discomfort gnawed at him, and the more it gnawed at him the more indignant he got. As of now, he was in a rare serious snit, and since his feelings about Soundwave's role in the matter tended to automatically edit themselves when he wasn't paying attention, it was mostly a snit at Megatron's failure to come to his defense, because really, fighting Prime was absolutely not his job and if certain mechs had done their job in that regard he wouldn't be in this position.
Now, though, he'd been summoned. Never precisely a good sign... perhaps he should have been sending his full report in instead of repair update bulletins. The timing made him unhappy as well - he preferred to approach Megatron on his own terms.
Well, nothing for it. He hesitated a bit before attaching the finished proposals he'd been working on to the daily report, but there probably wouldn't be a better time. Best to raise this issues when the ship's damage was still front and center to everyone's minds. His optics narrowed. Also best to get over there before Megatron started forming his own opinions on the proposals...
He winged over to the command offices, trying to keep his temper to a mild simmer.
Aside from delivering a few critical personnel file updates for him to look over,Ratbat had successfully managed to mostly evade Megatron since his return. Most of that was due to his immense workload, but if he was entirely honest with himself his wing-quivering indignation had something to do with it as well. Soundwave had insisted on cleaning him, but scratches, dents, and paint transfers still persisted on his outer surface and he'd be going to Knock Out for a complete refinish and service appointment shortly. Due to his age, his self-repair was too anemic to gain ground on the various problems, and some were worsening. He was feeling the damage more and more when he moved.
The more he worked, the more the physical discomfort gnawed at him, and the more it gnawed at him the more indignant he got. As of now, he was in a rare serious snit, and since his feelings about Soundwave's role in the matter tended to automatically edit themselves when he wasn't paying attention, it was mostly a snit at Megatron's failure to come to his defense, because really, fighting Prime was absolutely not his job and if certain mechs had done their job in that regard he wouldn't be in this position.
Now, though, he'd been summoned. Never precisely a good sign... perhaps he should have been sending his full report in instead of repair update bulletins. The timing made him unhappy as well - he preferred to approach Megatron on his own terms.
Well, nothing for it. He hesitated a bit before attaching the finished proposals he'd been working on to the daily report, but there probably wouldn't be a better time. Best to raise this issues when the ship's damage was still front and center to everyone's minds. His optics narrowed. Also best to get over there before Megatron started forming his own opinions on the proposals...
He winged over to the command offices, trying to keep his temper to a mild simmer.