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53rd Transmission - Video (Event ! Bodyswap)

[The video opens on Ratchet. Who looks exceedingly peeved. Moreso than those familiar with him may have ever seen him. In fact, he looks as if he'd very much like to rip his communicator in half.]

Whoever is in possession of my medic will inform me of his whereabouts. Immediately! Or I shall tear you apart!

Where has the captain put him! Answer me!

[... well. That's certainly not something Ratchet would ever say.]

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I will see what I can do.

I am currently in... your quarters, I believe. It does seem rather empty.

And yours are too full.

[He switches to audio and... transforms. What is this alt mode, Ratchet. Seriously.]

... We are getting you a new vehicle.

There is nothing wrong with my vehicle mode, Ironhide.

I will be waiting.

Is too.

[And without further ado, he starts banging on the door. Open up!]

[It takes a moment, as Ratchet attempts to walk properly - and ends up limping the rest of the way to the door. He opens it, placing his hands on his hips with an irritable expression.]

My vehicle mode is perfectly suitable.

[Ironhide can only stare. He's never had a sense of his own size before. Not like this. He's just plain huge. Or Ratchet is small. Whichever. He completely disregards his friend's statement in favor of reaching out to give his body's scarred face an experimental touch.

This is so weird. The multitude of scans running over and through his sensors aren't helping anything either.]

... I was not aware I was so damaged. You should have told me.

Edited 2010-09-12 20:49 (UTC)

[Ratchet twitched, drawing back slightly in surprise. His own frame was scarred, but certainly not as much as Ironhide's was - And he had very little idea of how sensitive the damaged plating could be.]

... I have told you on several occasions.

You should have been more convincing.

[The twitch makes him tilt his head, staring. Experimentally, he runs his fingers over another bit of damage--across one forearm, suddenly intrigued by how much more flexible Ratchet's joints are than his.]

I suddenly see why you are always so fascinated with your hands.

[He shakes his head, engine growling - It wasn't even intentional, so much as an automatic reaction from the larger shell.

Withdrawing again, he reaches to hold both of Ironhide's forearms still to stop him from distracting him further.]

And I see you are equally fascinated. But perhaps you should come inside before you decide to experiment with them.

[He starts. And then struggles a little. He's not used to being restrained - especially not by himself. By Ratchet. Whoever.]

This is not fair. You should... not be able to hold me...

[Of course, he's curious about this experimenting thing, but far be it from him to just give in.]

[Ignoring the struggling, Ratchet bodily lifts the other inside, testing the unusual abundance of strength Ironhide's frame possessed - It was bizarre, but some how... satisfying.]

I somehow doubt that the 'fairness' of your strength has ever been an issue before.

[This only prompts him to struggle more. No one has ever been able to lift him before. Not like this. There's an ineffective growl in his engine, his expression sulky.]

That was before you used it against me.

[Said as he digs his fingers into his body's forearms, to hold on.]

[Ratchet almost smiled at that, finally releasing him and closing the door behind him. The last thing they needed was for others to stumble across them in this state...]

I am sure that it will be back in your hands soon enough. For the moment, however, it is best we figure out how best to deal with this situation.

[He snorts, and stomps across the room, his back to the other. Apparently, he is determined to sulk. Even in this state.]

What do you mean "deal" with it? Nothing to deal with.

Ironhide, are you even aware of how many optical functions my frame possesses? That is not to mention the scanners, my center of balance, or armor density... If you are going to be using my body, it is best you know what to expect.

[He lifts his borrowed arm, flexing his fingers slowly.]

Just as I was clearly not informed of some of these damages.

... I can check, if that is what you want.

[As to the rest, he just sort of snorts.]

Your armor density and balance need severe overhauls. That is what I expect.

[And now there's an awkward pause.]

I... was not aware of some of them.

That is exactly my point - You need to familiarize yourself with my frame if you are to use it properly. I do not want to put in danger, because you are unable to see, or end up losing your balance at a crucial moment.

While a combat situation is unlikely, it is best you be prepared all the same.

[He shifts awkward, trying to ease some of the weight off Ironhide's much-abused hip joint.]

... That... goes for both of us.

What do you want me to do? Wander around like this? Hmn?

[He tries to make an exasperated gesture, but, predictably, overbalances a little, and wobbles sideways. That was not as planned.]

... You all right?

I want to know that you are able to wander like that.

[He grits his teeth, hissing. If they ever had the supplies, he would build Ironhide an entirely new hip, if this was how it felt on a daily basis.]

And I am fine. Frustrated with the situation.

[In answer, he straightens up, taking a few steps just to prove he can. When nothing happens, he looks smug.]

Can.

[And then the expression darkens. He approaches Ratchet, lowering a hand to that oh-so-familiar injury.]

... And in pain. Get used to it... after a while.

The fact you feel that it is necessary that you adjust to this, rather than speak to me about repairing it...

[He huffs, broad shoulders sagging slightly.]

These damages are from long before you arrived on this ship, Ironhide. You should not let yourself suffer like this.

We had more important things to worry about than the state of my joints.

[He tilts his head slightly, studying his own frame. This is... surreal, to say the least. Almost absently, he reaches up to poke at some of the scarring on his face.]

Not suffering if you stop noticing it.

Edited 2011-02-02 03:50 (UTC)

Your general well-being is important, you thick-headed old fool.

[The sensitivity of the scar makes him twitch slightly, narrowing his good optic.]

You should have told me.

Not more than Prime. Or the others.

[He... smirks. Very slightly. And repeats the motion.]

You were preoccupied.

Did I say I did not care for them as well? Surprisingly, I am capable of caring for all of you at once - and multitasking.

[His engine makes a sound somewhere between a growl and purr, leaning into his hand all the same.]

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