50th Transmission - Action/Closed

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Considering how angry he made the medic earlier, he feels it's only right to find some way to apologize. They're supposed to be making something work, he's supposed to be trying his best not to damage whatever it is they have. And he really hasn't been.

So, he concocts a plan. It's probably not a very good one, given his track record. But hey, he's trying.

The moment he's free of fish, and other obligations, he pokes his head into the mess that is Ratchet's room.]

Come on. We have somewhere to be.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[The intrusion was... unexpected, to say the least. Blinking a few times from his spot on the floor, he tilted his head.]

I was not aware we had plans.

[heavyweaponsbot]

We do now. Come on.

[He edges into the room, feeling very much like he's still in trouble, but holds down a hand to the other all the same.]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He didn't particularly mind, though he was admittedly confused. He had assumed Ironhide was still cross with him, and left him his space. There were times when interference would only make a situation worse, and Ratchet had no intentions of pushing his companion.

Taking the offered hand, he hauls himself to his feet.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He thinks Ratchet is still angry with him. That's the whole reason he hasn't gone to him yet. Their last few talks over the comms haven't been all that great.

So he feels significantly relieved when Ratchet takes his hand. He smirks a little, and tugs him into the hall.]

C'mon. Hurry up.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Surprised by the enthusiasm, Ratchet does follow, nearly stumbling over the door frame. He pulls the door closed behind him before a certain mischievous orange lobster can make his break for freedom.]

May I ask where we are needed so urgently?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He automatically braces the other's weight, waiting for him to regain his balance.]

No. Secret. You will see when we get there.

[And after Ratchet is steadied, he transforms, waiting.]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Quirking an optic ridge, he follows suit, pulling up just behind the miniaturized truck.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He putters off, heading towards a certain... forested deck. if Ratchet knows where it is, at least.

Hopefully not. And hopefully it'll be a surprise.]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Despite his explorations, Ratchet does not know where they are headed. He spent most of his time on the luggage deck and possible the caves - He actually had only seen the forested deck once, maybe twice.

He follows along in silence for the moment, still wary of Ironhide's mood.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He seems... almost upbeat, as far as his mood goes. However, before they actually reach the forest area, he stops, and transforms again, clearly waiting for Ratchet to do the same.]

You are not allowed to scan ahead. Shut off your optics.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Transforming back to his root mode, he stares at Ironhide for a moment. Did he think this was such a good idea, considering the damage to his own optic? None the less, his optics dimmed and offlined, holding a hand out for guidance.]

I will need you to lead the way, if that is the case.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Was going to.

[He steps up next to him, and, after a glance around to assure himself that they are, in fact, alone, he takes the other's hand. His other settles on the medic's waist.

... for guidance. That's all. And when he ducks his head in a little closer, it's to speak privately. That's it.]

You really think I would let you fall over? Hmn?

[With that, he starts leading him into the forest area, supremely pleased with himself.]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He relaxes slightly into Ironhide's hand, the corners of his lips twitching. Apparently, his mood had much improved.]

Of course not. You would never let me hear the end of it.

[Following his lead, he fought against the natural urge to reboot his scanners, taking careful steps. It was habit now, thanks to their many smaller comrades at the NEST base.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

And you would never let me hear the end of it.

[He continues to lead him forward, steadily. This is about the spot he found Shockwave in, months ago. It'll have to do, since he can't tell one batch of plants from another. He stops, and nudges the other with an elbow.]

Boot up. Made it.