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7th Transmission / Audio

I begin to loathe this boat nearly as much as aircraft... Going to rust in all this... damp.

Need something to keep from stiffening up. Some sort of exercise... Only so many times I can drive around these decks. Unlike some, I do not enjoy poking holes in turf, or studying these yellow creatures all day.

Hmnf.

Open to... suggestion.

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... Only once. You ran into power lines.

[Step kick step... kick...]

Only once. And I might point out it was dark, in an unfamiliar area.

[He's heading in deeper, if you can keep up, 'Hide. XD]

... You fell off a bridge.

[He tries to, fidgeting and grumbling to himself as the water rises.]

Why are you going in further.

Fortunately, we are on flat ground, so that won't be an issue.

... And I told you, I wanted to investigate.

... You sure?

Hmpf. Can you swim?

Unless the entire lower decks are filled with water, where else would it lead?

... No. If it is all this depth, it will not be necessary.

How should I know? You think I came in here before now?

... If.

There is nowhere else for the water to-

[He would have finished explaining that with the structure of the ship's decks, there was nowhere for a chasm to lead to - if he hadn't just stepped over the edge of one such hole.

Fortunately, it was only ten feet and not bottomless, but it was enough that the medic vanished from sight, with a sound of shock before he dipped below the murky surface.]

Yeah, whateve--

[Brief moment of stunned silence while he looks at where there should have been neon...]

RATCHET!

[Even though that roar could probably have been heard underwater, he's stomping/slogging through the water as fast as he conceivably can. Upon reaching the edge of the hole--which he almost slides into himself--he ducks under, fishing around for some armor to grab onto.

Overreacting? Maybe.]

[The misstep had taken the medic by surprise as well, and he landed on the flat rocky bed. It wasn't too far to fall at least, though it took a moment for his sensors to adjust to the sudden change in environment.

There were warnings flashing, and he could hear Ironhide bellow somewhere up above him - He could only imagine how it had looked from the other's perspective.

His movements sluggish, he reached an arm up, hoping to find some ledge to grab hold of, or at least indicate where he was.

... Perhaps Ironhide had been right to err on the side of caution. For once.]

[His vocals didn't work so well underwater. And his systems certainly disliked being waterlogged like this. But the longer he flailed his arm around trying to find the medic... the more determined he was to haul the other's neon aft up and yell some more.

So when he grasped onto a familiar-feeling hand... he didn't waste any time, and pulled. Hopefully enough to haul them both back into shallower water.]

[His own systems were not working terribly well after being completely submerged - But, before the sense of worry could truly start to set into his processor, he felt a firm grip close around his hand.

He recognized it immediately, even before he felt himself being hauled upwards, back over the ledge of the chasm, into thankfully safer waters.]

[He stumbles a bit, pulling him up, which ends in him landing on his aft in the water, sputtering, and trying to get the excess out of his intakes.

... It's cold too. But that doesn't stop him from growling at the medic.]

What were you thinking! Do you even look where you're going? Did you offline all your scans! Or did you just decide you wanted to try a new alt--a submersible?

[Ratchet's feet catch on the edge of the rock, causing him to sprawl forward in a faceplant, nearly in Ironhide's lap.

It takes a few moments before he draw himself up into a kneeling position, systems working overtime to try and purge the chilled water. His audios were not yet functioning properly thanks to being waterlogged, but he could get the gist of what the Weapons Master was ranting about - it didn't take a scientist for that.

He said nothing, lowering his head slightly, waiting for his vocals to clear themselves - He knew this was his own fault. It had been foolhardy to forge ahead without truly knowing the landscape. To assume this ship followed typical rules was dangerous, and his ignorance could have killed them both.]

[For once, he doesn't care about the proximity warnings, and just sits there until Ratchet pulls himself up. His systems are doing much the same thing to the water, and it just feels nasty. Not to mention... it got in places it shouldn't thanks to the gaping hole in his chest.]

... You all right...?

[He sounds a little gruffer than normal, but puts a hand out onto Ratchet's shoulder. They need to get back on dry land, but something's not right.]

You... look like scrap. [A little shake, a little lean. A silent Ratchet is never a good sign.] Hey... You hear me?

[He didn't feel particularly great at the moment either. He nodded his acknowledgement forever, his vocals still sounding distorted thanks to the excess water.]

Waiting for my systems to clear.

[The hand on his shoulder catches his attention, and he glances up at Ironhide with a slight tilt of the head.]

... Sorry.

[He's in much the same position, but staying waterlogged isn't going to help either of them. So he hauls himself to his feet, moving to lift the pile of neon metal with him.]

Need to get you out of the water... Get them clear on a dry spot.

[He shrugs. There's a time and a place for berating stupidity, and right now isn't it.]

Apologize when my internals are dry. C'mon.

[Ratchet doesn't try to resist, managing to get his feet under him with the added help of Ironhide's strength. He had the right idea, and he would do his best to facilitate it - and hope that there weren't any more holes along the way.]

[This probably isn't the first time he's hauled him somewhere, though probably, it's been vice-versa more often than not. He backtracks carefully, until they're back on the spot they entered, which is, thankfully one of the dry ones.

He stops, still holding Ratchet up.]

Think you can make it back to my quarters if I carried you...?

[He would have preferred to transform and drive back the way he had come, but he had a feeling that wasn't going to happen - He could still feel the unsettling drainage of water from his circuits.

To say he felt like a fool would be a horrible understatement.]

Yes. If you wait here... a few moments longer... I should be able to move myself...

[... Okay, a few long moments.]

... Hmn.

[Granted, he was smaller, but, then again so was Ratchet... so...]

Hold still.

[And that's the only warning before he bends, and awkwardly lifts the medic. Water sloshes around in places, and his joints are protesting - he'd really like to just curl up and get warm and dry and be miserable for a while. But, in true stubborn old aft fashion, he starts marching back the way they'd come.]

Ironhide-

[He was in the middle of protesting when the other had actually hefted him off the ground. He recognized that look.

... There was no arguing with it. He might as well be talking to a wall.

He relaxed slightly, trying to ignore the sensation of liquid in areas where it did not belong.]

... Am I allowed to apologize yet?

[It was a lot easier to carry the medic when he wasn't protesting. And when he was relaxed... As if there was anything to worry about. He wasn't going to drop him. And it wasn't as if... his quarters were that far away.]

... Yeah. Sure.

[Most of his attention was focused on walking straight on protesting limbs. Not much left for conversation. But if it made Ratchet happy...]

It was... a stupid thing to do.

[He made an irritable, staticy noise as he felt more cold water dripping from his intakes. Delightful.]

It... could have offlined you in the process.

... I am sorry. I should have thought...

Yeah, it was.

[The noise made him shift the weight in his arms a little. It sounded about as healthy as he was sure they both felt right now. The temperature in the ship seemed to have dropped considerably since they'd been out...]

You think water in my internals is going to finish me? Should know better than that.

[He snorted - which only sprayed water out of his intakes, embarrassingly enough.]

Yeah, you should have. Done apologizing yet?

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