AUTOBOT BASE

[ratchet_cmo]

Ratchet packed up his instruments for the day. He cleared the operating table and cleaned away the debris from the past seventeen hours, meticulously placing everything back in order so that after he roused from recharge, he could launch straight back into the fray. This was the repair job to end all repair jobs, and although he’d been slaving away

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[notthetuthfairy]

[Coming here straight from this thread. :B]

... Of course Ironhide would show up at the base right when Ratchet had finished up in the Medbay. And from the looks of it, the Autobot medic needed the break. At the same time, the truck mech really, really wanted his cannons fixed.

The weapons specialist weighed his options. He could bother Ratchet now or wait until the other mech had rested, but there was a strong likelihood that Ratchet would feel the need to finish what Starscream had started if he were to find out that Hide hadn't come to him immediately.

Ironhide made his way up beside the medic, pausing for a moment. "Ratchet. You got any free time right now?" He motioned to the weapons mounted on his arms. "My cannons are...... malfunctioning. I need them fixed." Because in Hide's thought processors, that's obviously what needs to be fixed first.

[ratchet_cmo]

The medic automatically stopped and turned at the sound of his own name being called.

“Ironhide..?”

Pitch-black plates of armour were carved up with a haphazard latticework of fresh silver slashes, where gouging attacks had cut through the paint to reveal the gleaming raw metal beneath. Crumpled, dented and spattered with spilt energon, Ironhide looked like he’d had one hell of a fight. His attacker had obviously managed to get right up close and had gone for the black mech’s face with vicious ferocity. Ironhide’s helm was scratched all over, but the right hand half of his face had taken the focus of the attack. Savagely mangled metal was twisted around a dark hollow where there should have been a brightly glowing blue optic.

And he was worried about his cannons!?Ratchet’s overworked processors snapped back into action. Despite his tired state, the medic had picked up on Ironhide’s nervous pause. It amused Ratchet that the big, trigger-happy weapon’s specialist would think nothing of getting into a punishing brawl that left him

[notthetuthfairy]

As far as Ironhide was concerned, there was a very obvious reason his cannons needed to be repaired first: currently, he was unable to blow stuff up. That idea was more than a little distressing to the black mech, enough so that at this time he was considering his other wounds to be minor inconveniences. After all, there wouldn't be much he could do right now if another Decepticon decided to show up. If he had his cannons, he could at least inflict some good damage on the slagger

[ratchet_cmo]

Ratchet led his badly wounded patient into the Medbay, trudging one disgruntled footfall after another as he was forced to return to the room he’d only just managed to vacate. Grumbling and growling to himself, he flicked the lever switch to bring the lighting back on as he went. Fluorescent tubes blinked, flickering into life so that light slowly flooded the hangar. The room was cold and comfortless, full of unfinished work and empty space, broken only by the heavy echoing footsteps of the two large Autobots

[notthetuthfairy]

"What, I get into a fight and you automatically assume I started it? I'm offended, Ratch." Ironhide obediently sat where Ratchet had indicated, training his remaining optic on the medic. "Don't know if he 'hunted me down' or found me by chance, but by the time my scanners picked up his signal he'd started to dive at me." He shrugged. "If it makes you feel any better, he ended up in worse shape than I did

[ratchet_cmo]

“Lets face it Ironhide, one does not need to do much to find ones self in your crosshairs.” Ratchet rolled his optics in amusement. Ironhide? Offended that he thought of him as battle-eager and trigger-happy? Not likely, the Topkick was a very enthusiastic warrior and took an almost youngling-like joy in creating explosions. “Although, I will admit that this time, it doesn’t sound as if you started it and I suppose I should be grateful that I’m repairing the winner. If this is the damage done to the victor, I can only imagine how wrecked Starscream must look.” The medic’s sensors registered an unfamiliar trace element signature in the energon spatter over Ironhide’s chest. Feeling relieved that the black mech hadn’t got a severed energon feed, a momentary twinge of sympathy for the Decepticon’s medic flickered in his processor

[notthetuthfairy]

“Just because I enjoy finishing a fight doesn’t mean that I actively seek out conflict. ...Not too often, at least,” Ironhide rumbled in mild protest. He couldn’t help but smirk when Ratchet mused over how damaged the jet mech was likely to be. “Let’s just say Starscream’s missing more than a little of his armour plating. If you’re in need of materials and aren’t opposed to the idea of recycling ...colourful Decepticon parts, it shouldn’t be difficult to retrieve them.” The black mech shrugged. “I’d have brought them back in the first place, but I can’t exactly load my own truck bed.”

A snort. “Why bother waiting for Barricade to harass you again? I’d much prefer it if you’d cripple his systems as soon as possible.” An almost surprising comment, since it was coming from Ironhide. He’d much prefer to offline the Saleen himself (messing with his cannons was a very serious offense), but at this point he really didn’t care who caused the Decepticon to offline so long as it happened

[optimusprime07]

Optimus strode through the empty hallways of the Autobot base. Empty, but not for long. He felt a certain glow of satisfaction as he remembered how many Autobots the place had been built to hold, and knew that a good few had already landed and en route to join them here. More faces, more help, more friends.

Of course, not quite yet. The common room was dark and empty still, and he knew Ratchet would probably be in the Medbay with Jazz, or nearby. Apart from the medic, who else was around? Approaching the medbay, his sensors picked up the echo of Ironhide grumbling. Well, there's one. Optimus needed to go and see Ratchet anyway - his own injuries weren't that bad, but needed attention.

The door to the medbay were open, and Optimus walked straight in.

"Well, it looks like I'm not the only one so eager to see you, Ratchet."

[ratchet_cmo]

“At the moment I wouldn’t turn my nose up at any Cybertronian spare parts, regardless of where they came from. Even if they were good for nothing else, I might be able to melt them down and recycle the metal. I’m fragging annoyed that the humans dumped the Decepticons into the sea before I could cannibalize them for spares. It would definitely have made my work easier. I shall have to see if I can get the debris from your fight picked up

[yellow_camaro]

Bee rumbled in exhaustion. His human was back at home, (hopefully) same and sound. If anything, he had several ways of contacting the autobot.

The yellow camaro drove past the boundaries of the Autobot base, no doubt the small alarms were notifying some of his other comrades. 'Always have to be alert.. Bee mused.

As he reached the CMO's Medbay, he transformed into his 'giant robot' form, as Sam has called it many a time. He reached through the small hole of the hanger and pulled open the sliding door and--

"Woah...what the slag happened to you guys?"

[ratchet_cmo]

Ratchet was still barely keeping a lid on his burning temper when Bumblebee shortly followed Optimus’ arrival. Ratchet narrowed his optics, running a few superficial scans on the younger, shorter, yellow mech. He’d only finished repairing Bumblebee’s legs and vocal processor fairly recently, and there was only ever one reason for a ‘bot to walk into Ratchet’s Medbay… and it wasn’t for friendly chats with the resident medic.

“Decepticons, what do you think? What are you here for anyway, Bumblebee? If you’ve shattered any of those brand new shock absorbers already I will personally reconfigure your suspension with the biggest, heaviest sprocket wrench I can find!”

[notthetuthfairy]

Ironhide nodded slowly. It certainly would have been nice if the humans had bothered to ask if the Autobots had any use for the fallen Decepticons before going off and disposing of their remains. “I can go retrieve the parts later, if you want. Hauling them here won’t be a problem; I’d just need someone to tag along to load it up. ...And I’m not saying you have to be stealthy. Surely you’ve got something nasty in that database of yours that’ll fry his wires before he can figure out what’s wrong.” A hint of amusement was audible in his tone as he made the last comment.

And then the slight bit of mirth was gone as Ironhide scowled. “I’m not trying to ‘show off’ anything. I’m trying to give you a visual of my symptoms to make this easier for you,” he growled.

His disposition improved a small amount upon hearing that more Autobots had arrived. “Hmph. Perhaps I can convince one of them to come help me hunt down those spare parts for you, then.”

Ironhide turned his head as Optimus spoke, not having heard him approach because of all the

[yellow_camaro]

Bee flinched at the tone of the CMO's voice. Coming to the medbay wasn't the best idea, but Bee knew Ratchet could have some clue as to where Arcee wight be.

But, over the many Centuries, Bee has learned three different things. One, When Ratchet ain't happy, ain't no one happy. Two, dealing with an angry Ironhide would only lead to trouble. Three, an angry Ratchet and Ironhide together in the room would only lead to problems.

Remembering the said idea, he stepped back away from the Medic and weapons specialist.

'Maybe talking to Prime would go a little better...' Bee told himself, as he opened up the commlink with the leading commander.