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Ironhide ([personal profile] heavyweaponsbot) wrote2010-03-01 04:09 pm

24th Transmission -- [Commentlog?]

[Ironhide isn't using his comm. He refuses to admit that anything happened over a public channel. Instead, he's dragging his aft away from deck 3. He moves stiffly, leaning heavily on a wall as he limps along.

One hand is constantly pressed to his chest, as if that's going to help anything. His intakes rasp, big frame shuddering occasionally.

He has one goal in mind - Get to Ratchet. Something is wrong, not just the fresh mark on his armor. He just has to get to his friend and medic.]

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Ratchet is in his quarters, distracting himself with the small stack of books that he has amassed.

He's not in the best moods, thanks to the combination of Ironhide's thick-headedness and his conversation with Ganondorf - and is taking out his frustrations on the human medical text.]

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[The noise catches him off guard, making him twitch. Setting the book down, he glances up at the door, adjusting his optics to see passed the wood.]

Ironhide?

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
...

[The static was enough to have him on his feet, rushing to the door. Something wasn't right.

He threw open the door, his hands automatically seeking out Ironhide's shoulders. That idiot.]

What in the pit have you-

Who is responsible for this?

[... Though, he had a very good idea.]

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
You are an idiot.

[He couldn't help but say it, bracing his weight against him as he moved to guide him inside. Already, he was running preliminary scans to figure out where the damage lay, though from the way he was grasping his chest, it was easy to tell where the worst of it lay.

He wasn't sure how much he could accomplish without the additional tools from the engineer, but he would do what he could.]

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Do you purposely turn off your audios when I warn you that your frame cannot take this sort of abuse? The damage done to your chest armor was already severe, without you charging headfirst into dangerous situations...

[He mutters a few things in Cybertronian as he steers him to the closest wall, helping him ease down onto the floor. Berating him now would do nothing, but it felt like the only way he could vent how furious he was with the situation - and how helpless he felt, having Ironhide come back to him in this state.

It was infuriating as a medic, but moreso as his friend.]

You had best pull through, Ironhide, or so help me, I will pound sense into your head yet.

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Clearly, more than enough.

[Finally allowing himself to settle, Ratchet got his first clear look at the damage that had been done by his attacker. The wiring, he could fix. The damage from the energy blasts was a bit more questionable - He would need to take it easy, for certain.

Leaning in closer to see just what he had left to work with of the wiring, he lets a soft sigh of air escape his intakes.]

That is hardly the point. I... would not wish to lose a patient, even temporarily.

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[While it was not a full capacity, his internal heating would be warm enough to melt the wiring so that it could be reconnected. The metal was delicate enough that it would not require an extremely high temperature - though he was warm enough that Ironhide could likely feel the heat in his chest.

Attuning his optics for magnification, he set to work carefully melting the broken ends, figuring out how much length had been taken by Ganondorf's attack. He had enough scrap metal that he should be able to accommodate for the missing materials.]

None of us are immortal, much though you might like to think so. You cannot endlessly abuse your body, and hope for the best - We all have limits.

I do not want to bear witness to the day when you discover what yours are.

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Dealing with the wires first helped to at least allow him a clearer view of Ironhide's spark casing - which looked as though it had taken a beating as well. He was fortunate that he was built as strong as he was; Ratchet knew a lesser bot would not have been able to withstand a charge such as that.

Which only made him want to hit him with a wrench all the more.]

That does not mean you should test that.

[He pauses, his head still lowered so that he doesn't have to meet his optics.]

You have yet to - However, when you pull stunts like this, there are times I worry.

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He continued his work on the wires for the moment, still wary of keeping the larger bot still.]

Of course. And being the thick-headed soldier you are, it never crossed your processor to say 'no,' or at the very least, have informed me, so I might be better prepared...

... [muttercurse] Show up at my door, looking one step from the scrapheap... Nearly short out my spark, old fool... [grumble]

[Running a gentle finger over the spark casing, he paused, not answering his last statement. It was a loaded subject anyway, and now wasn't the time to get into it.]

I need at least a basic explanation of what was done to you. You are lucky to still be processing from the looks of this - You are not going anywhere for at least a megacycle, so I can keep an optic on you.

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-02 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
While I am pleased to know you have faith in me, there is only so much I am capable of - Particularly with limited means.

[He frowns at the reaction, withdrawing his hand. When it came to working with spark casing, a certain degree of care had to be taken for obvious reasons. There was very little he could do, other than keep him from moving too much.]

I would not doubt it. If he used an energy attack, it will be difficult to know what is structural damage, and what is leftover trauma to the spark itself.

For the moment - I know this is difficult for you - you will have to remain quiet and calm.

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-03 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Apologies will do very little to remedy the situation.

[He glances up at him finally, bumping foreheads lightly. He knew that Ironhide felt bad for what he had done, and for the moment, it seemed enough to cool his temper.]

What you can do is follow my instructions and allow yourself proper time to heal. That spark of yours has been through worse than this - So long as you give it the time it needs, you will be fine.

[Wincing himself as he feels the painful tension in the other's frame, he lets a calming rush of air escape his vents.]

I will speak to Mikaela - And you will lose your communicator until I feel you are fit to have it back.

And you had best not even consider going after the human responsible.

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-04 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
This had best be one of the times you do, then.

[The purr is reassuring as he leans against him, hoping to soothe him at least somewhat. He knows that the process would not be an easy one, but there was little he could do for him.

As for Mikaela... That could prove more difficult.]

I will.

[He took the communicator from him, tucking it away with his own.]

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-05 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
I believe that your attitude may have affected me in the past few vorns - My patience has dwindled.

Perhaps that, or your weekly testing of it has finally pushed me to my limit.

[Ratchet chuckles all the same, meaning it in good humour - Without Ironhide, he'd likely have very little work to do. He and Prime were his most frequent guests, and as the latter was not aboard this vessel, it left him with very little company.]

What the humans refer to as 'teenagers' are not nearly so logical. Dealing with them requires a certain touch, which I fear I may not possess.