...I didn't do it! O_o;; [Autobot Encrypt]

[fowl_play]

.....after Sparky's announcement about that green Decepticon being allowed free run of the Ark, he showed up down here in medbay to have a tracker istalled. I don't know why, but I felt the need to warn Ratchet that the job needed to be done quick as possible and our "visitor" tossed back out into the halls

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[techshop]

*Wheeljack comes running into the Med Bay, automatically ducking as a wrench goes sailing past his head.*

Ratchet! Stand still so I can get a look at you and for Primus' sake, stop throwing stuff!

[l33tmedic]

((...because it was only a matter of time before the blogs caused SOMEONE to go blind! XD ))

*Ratchet staggers a little, his optics completely dark. The table nearby is an absolute mess, as it appears he spilled over the main toolbox he'd been working out of when the light hit him...there are still shards of that on the floor.*

Wheeljack?? Thank PRIMUS. I can't see A THING! ...musta fried a few wires when that lighting came down....

*He sways a little, then collapses onto his aft.* Argh...an' slaggin' internal stabalizers are glitchin', too...

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[techshop]

((...because it was only a matter of time before the blogs caused SOMEONE to go blind! XD ))

At least it wasn't due to a voluntary splading-out of one's eyes.

[techshop]

Ok, let's get you off the floor and onto a table so I can see how badly you've managed to slag yourself.

*The engineer crosses the room, pieces of the shattered light fixture crunching under his feet, and crouches next to the medic. He gets a grip on Ratchet's forearms, and tenses up, preparing to help the heavier, and somewhat larger bot to his feet.*

Skyfall? Can you come give me a hand, and just help me make sure he doesn't overbalance when I get him standing, ok? And whatever you do, don't get yourself hurt if he goes down again.

[fowl_play]

Yeah, no problem, 'Jack.

*The smaller bot scurries over and positions herself behind and slightly to one side of the medic.*

[Ratchet] ...you two are making me feel like a useless lead weight, here.

*Finch smirks as Wheeljack starts to pull Ratchet to his feet, the larger bot having a little trouble finding his footing as he's brought up off the floor.*

Ah, come on, Ratch. You're not useless. Lead weights are good for lots of things...like paperweights, doorstops... ^_^;; *She steadies him from behind, keeping on the alert in case he goes down BACKWARDS.*

[Ratchet] Slaggit, save the weight jokes for Shockwave! X(

[techshop]

*Fortunately, it's not that far to the next exam table, and Wheeljack manages to guide Ratchet onto it. He starts hooking the various monitors to the medic's chassis with the ease of far too much practice as he looks the injured mech over with his built-in scanners.*

First of all, how much pain are you in, Ratch, and second, tell me exactly how you feel right now... how much can you see, things like that...

[l33tmedic]

*Ratchet lays with a bit of a scowl on his faceplate while the engineer works.* ...strangely, there really ain't much pain to speak of. Feelin' a bit sore from just havin' that fraggin' light slam into my cranial unit, but that's about it. As for how much I can see... I can't see AT ALL. Not gettin' any images through to my processors. ...pitch black.

*Finch, in the meantime, keeps her distance, letting Wheeljack do his job.*

[techshop]

Ok... I'm gonna need to get your helmet off and have a look inside.

*Wheeljack paused, then tried to put a light tone in his voice as he went on.*

That is, if there's anything to look at in there, of course.

*The engineer picked up a penlight, and let a set of his mismatched lenses drop down from his own helmet to cover his optics. He leaned over the table, and began a detailed examination of the medic's optics as he spoke.*

[l33tmedic]

...har har, very funny, 'Jack! Better keep quiet if ya CAN'T fix me...'else I'll be forced to locate yer smart-aft by the sound of yer voice an' throw more tools at ya!

*He paused, silent a moment...then...*

...that aside, do what ya need to. ...this darkness is drivin' me nuts.

[techshop]

*Wheeljack chuckled softly*

I'll just make certain I'm hiding behind Sunstreaker when I say something then.

*A pause, and the engineer rested his hand on his best friend's shoulder for a moment.*

...all right, Ratchet. I'm going to put you into stasis for a while until I figure out what's going on.

[l33tmedic]

Huh...you do that... Maybe I'll get lucky and smack two bots with the same welding torch, then.

*The medic then nodds, frowning, one hand reaching to rest against Wheeljack's lower arm...half feeling about a moment before actually finding it...resting his hand there for a few seconds.*

...right.... See you in a bit, I hope. *A small smirk plays across his faceplate at the jest.*

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[golden_ego]

I'll just make certain I'm hiding behind Sunstreaker when I say something then.

*insert an unamused laugh here* :p