21 - Audio

[heavyweaponsbot]

So. Staff. If you will not tell us of the dangers here, make yourselves useful and answer me something else.

High grade energon. You have any around here?

[There's a pause, and then Ironhide clumsily seals the the rest. Kevas said he should try and... be friends.]

[Well. Here goes nothing.]


[SEALED TO: RATCHET]
You seen the lake yet?

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[medicalize]

[ Ironhide isn't really reassuring him with all the noise his body is making. He's a medic, he can't help worrying over others, even if he barely knows them. ]

I'm an Autobot. [ He looks back to the cube. ] If I couldn't handle bad news, I would have ceased to function long ago.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He doesn't seem to notice the noise, to be perfectly honest.]

I know. It... does not change much. Not to me. Dumped it all on you -- that was... probably wrong.

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[medicalize]

[ He might as well refuel. Primus knows that he rarely keeps his tanks filled. Still, Ratchet just stares at the cube in hand. ]

Yes, well.

[ He grunts. ]

Apology accepted. No sense in dwelling on it.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He watches him out of the corner of his good optic.]

Then... we are all right?

[They can be friends? Or at least not... awkward.]

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[medicalize]

[ Ratchet quirks an optic ridge at Ironhide and then shakes his head. ]

Alright?

[ He makes a 'hurpmh' sound. ]

When's the last time you had any proper maintenance?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Nothing is wrong. We can work together without incident.

[He shrugs, shaking his head. For lack of anything better to do, he just. Takes a long pull from the cube.]

... The Elegante. Long time ago.

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[medicalize]

Hn. Our numbers are too few to hold grudges over something so small.

[ He waves it off with a hand, then finally starts working on that cube. ]

That's way too long. I'm a medic. Give me something to do with my hands.

[ He emphasizes this with clutching the air with his free hand. ]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Hn. [And this is where they basically make the same sort of noise at each other, but never call attention to it.] Point. Still... wanted to be sure.

[Ironhide... goes very still. His hand tenses around the cube. His fingers dig in, slightly.]

[No one has worked on his frame but his Ratchet since the war began. No one. His hip had been repaired by another, to be sure, but he'd been human at the time.]

... Everything functions. Well enough.

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[medicalize]

[ This is the most skeptical and disappointed look that Ratchet can possibly give him, above if Ironhide had really done something damaging. ]

'Well enough'? You call this well enough?

[ He makes a pointed poke towards one of the scars in his plating. ]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[For a second, he just looks back at him, confused. What did he say? Did he screw up already?]

[The poke has him take a step back, engine growling.]

Do not... touch those. [He shakes his shoulders, and huffs.] Had most of them since before the war. I like them.

[Just maybe not the hole in the top layer of his chest armor.]

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[medicalize]

[ Well, he certainly thinks you're a fool at least, Ironhide. ]

By the AllSpark, a soldier with a doctor phobia.

[ He pinches the bit of armor in the middle of his face, shaking his helm as if fighting off a headache. ]

I might seem forgiving now, but end up on my table and you won't be given such nice treatment.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

I do not have a phobia. I am... accustomed to one medic.

[And you aren't him.]

We will see.