Log: Glit, step away from the overlord.
In which Perceptor is yelled at for reasons he does not quite understand, Glit demonstrates some of the disadvantages in processing power of being a cassette, Ratchet wakes up, and Ironhide engages in cat herding.
Glit: *The cat-medic currently running the medbay has sent Wheeljack out with a terse command for '54L medical hydraulic fluid,' out in storage on the ship*
Glit: *Glit promptly seems to forget the inventor ever existed, concentrating his efforts back on his leader's injuries and directing Perceptor*
Ironhide: -he's been spending most of his time in the medbay, only leaving to try and wake Ratchet up, and comming him every breem; right now he's in their room, cursing quietly-
Glit: *But something seems to be going... a little bit wrong. The movement of his paws is as deft and fast as ever, but the directions are getting even shorter, and there's something about his voice; he's starting to slur.*
Glit: Fif'y mil subsi'ary IV same conce. Almos' ou'. *He doesn't seem to notice, though. Too busy.*
Perceptor: -watches the cassette worriedly; it's pretty obvious he's going to drop at this rate if another medic doesn't show up, but he does as he's told, hoping to at least stabilize Megatron before he collapses-
Ratchet: *The low whine of systems beginning to charge back up after a /long/ time of recharging began to fill the room as he began to pull out of it*
Glit: *flicks his tail in the direction of the subsidary IV with the magnetic solution in it and chatters insistently, not even trying for words or looking up*
Ironhide: /Finally/! -sits down next to him and shakes his shoulder- C'mon, hurry up and reboot, you slagger....you're needed in the medbay...
Perceptor: -bites his lip a bit, focusing on his task-
Ratchet: *his optics onlined a bit, then more* ..Hmm? What? *He sat up as he heard something about the medbay* ...Who?
Ironhide: Megatron. You need to get to the medbay /now/.
Ratchet: *He stared at Hide for 3 seconds, then got up and bolted out the door, headed for the medbay* ::Who's there now, Hide?::
Glit: *ignores Perceptor's expression if he even sees it at all, opening up the small vents behind his ears to try and cool himself off. He noses at the side of Megatron's chest, where a large panel is warped.*
Glit: *There's energon, fresh energon under there, and a lot of it. He chatters again at Perceptor to get his assistant's attention, trying to wedge his paws underneath the sharp-edged broken armor*
Glit: /Mov/ 's.
Ironhide: -follows him- ::A cassette and Perceptor. The cassette's close to dropping, though...::
Ratchet: *He went faster* ::Slag. WHY didn't you wake me sooner?!::
Perceptor: -nods- Do you wish me to remove it completely?
Ironhide: ::I've been /trying/, fraggit!::
Ratchet: *He growled and finally reached the medbay, taking in the sight and moving right for Megatron's side* Someone give me a status update. I need to know exactly what happened, and the extent of the injuries, on top of what has been repaired so far.
Ratchet: *He was already running his own scans..*
Ironhide: -comes in a few moments after Ratchet, going back to his spot on the wall, watching and staying silent-
Glit: *Glit yowls at Perceptor, trying to pull the panel up with his own teeth.* Up, ou', /nowwww./
Glit: *He doesn't seem to notice Ratchet and Ironhide at all. To Ratchet... well, that's the voice of a cassette that's overclocking to the point of losing language skills.*
Glit: *Some things they're simply not designed to /do,/ and this is one of them.*
Perceptor: -begins pulling on the panel, gently at first, trying to get Glit to let go of it-
Glit: *lets go of the panel immediately once Perceptor starts pulling and promptly starts wedging his paws underneath it. Energon is welling out around his forelegs - something underneath there is /damaged./*
Perceptor: -pulls the panel up and almost off, revealing the damage underneath, and winces a bit- Oh...oh dear.
Ratchet: Glit. Go rest. Perceptor and I have it from here. You are relieved. *He cursed when he saw the pool of energon.* Perceptor, go get the clamps from bin three, please. /HURRY/. *he hurried around to take Glit's place.*
Glit: *That gets Perceptor another chatter of disapproval, Glit plunging his forelegs into the energon and feeling for what's torn. He pays no attention whatsoever to Ratchet.*
Perceptor: -retrieves the clamps and holds them out for Ratchet, looking at Glit worriedly- I...I am sorry, was I not supposed to do that?
Ratchet: ...GLIT. YOU ARE OVERDOING IT. GO RECHARGE. *he wasn't yelling, but more being stern. He would not have a medic collapse in the medbay right /now/. He took the clamps and nodded thanks to Perceptor, leaning in and trying to assess the damage, but Glit's paws were not helping...*
Glit: /Fas'er./ Cl'm's - *Glit's paws /are/ helping. They're helping Megatron quite a lot! They're just not Ratchet's ability to assess the damage.*
Ratchet: *He growled a bit, stepping up and /picking/ Glit up and setting him down on the floor.* I TOLD YOU TO GO RECHARGE. *He was, meanwhile, already reaching in, and clamping down on the several fuellines that had been ripped open, managing to start slowing the leaking*
Perceptor: -bites his lip again, not wanting to stand there and do nothing- What should I do?
Glit: *Glit /howls/ as he's picked up, and leaps right back up onto the table.*
Ironhide: ::Need me to grab him...?::
Ratchet: *he growled again* ::Please. He's borderline delusional.:: Perceptor, in bin 10, there are several replacement fuellines. Please grab them. All of them.
Perceptor: -grabs the fuel lines and brings them over, waiting for his next orders-
Glit: *Glit may be borderline non-processing, but his paws are still remarkably steady as he goes for another crisis point, and points Perceptor towards a third with a paw and another chatter*
Ironhide: -steps forward and picks up Glit, pulling him away from the table-
Glit: *The cat-cassette thrashes and squirms, trying to escape*
Glit: *And makes /very/ unhappy noises, did we mention those?*
Ironhide: -holds on tightly with both hands, /not/ letting go-
Glit: */howls,/ and does not concede defeat.*
Ironhide: -eyes the squirming mech in his arms and walks out of the medbay, depositing him on the ground, quickly going back into the medbay and shutting the doors before he can dart back in-
Ratchet: *he took the fuellines and motioned Perceptor around to where he was at.* Hold these clamps. I need to get in and start replacing the lines. *most of the leaking had stopped, but there was still a bit that bled through..*
Perceptor: -does so without saying a word-
Glit: *Glit attempts to dart between Ironhide's feet, but -- /thwarted./ Codes, maybe? He rears up and tries them. He can /smell/ the spilled energon in the other room, fresh and flowing.*
Ironhide: ::Ratchet? Lock the medbay.::
Ratchet: *He sent out the codes to all doors to lock down the medbay with his own codes, ones that Glit would not know* :one.:: *and with that, each door made a strange, heavy "click" as he continued to repair the fuellines that were so badly damaged..*
Glit: *Thwarted /again,/ Glit howls outside the doors and scratches at the seams. Loudly. Frequently. Demandingly.*
Glit: *Eventually, though, the wailing and scratching noises slow and then stop.*
Glit: *Whether the medic outside is in forced recharge or has realized that Ratchet is actually right and left to rest... Well. Either or, at least he's not yowling anymore.*
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Glit: *The cat-medic currently running the medbay has sent Wheeljack out with a terse command for '54L medical hydraulic fluid,' out in storage on the ship*
Glit: *Glit promptly seems to forget the inventor ever existed, concentrating his efforts back on his leader's injuries and directing Perceptor*
Ironhide: -he's been spending most of his time in the medbay, only leaving to try and wake Ratchet up, and comming him every breem; right now he's in their room, cursing quietly-
Glit: *But something seems to be going... a little bit wrong. The movement of his paws is as deft and fast as ever, but the directions are getting even shorter, and there's something about his voice; he's starting to slur.*
Glit: Fif'y mil subsi'ary IV same conce. Almos' ou'. *He doesn't seem to notice, though. Too busy.*
Perceptor: -watches the cassette worriedly; it's pretty obvious he's going to drop at this rate if another medic doesn't show up, but he does as he's told, hoping to at least stabilize Megatron before he collapses-
Ratchet: *The low whine of systems beginning to charge back up after a /long/ time of recharging began to fill the room as he began to pull out of it*
Glit: *flicks his tail in the direction of the subsidary IV with the magnetic solution in it and chatters insistently, not even trying for words or looking up*
Ironhide: /Finally/! -sits down next to him and shakes his shoulder- C'mon, hurry up and reboot, you slagger....you're needed in the medbay...
Perceptor: -bites his lip a bit, focusing on his task-
Ratchet: *his optics onlined a bit, then more* ..Hmm? What? *He sat up as he heard something about the medbay* ...Who?
Ironhide: Megatron. You need to get to the medbay /now/.
Ratchet: *He stared at Hide for 3 seconds, then got up and bolted out the door, headed for the medbay* ::Who's there now, Hide?::
Glit: *ignores Perceptor's expression if he even sees it at all, opening up the small vents behind his ears to try and cool himself off. He noses at the side of Megatron's chest, where a large panel is warped.*
Glit: *There's energon, fresh energon under there, and a lot of it. He chatters again at Perceptor to get his assistant's attention, trying to wedge his paws underneath the sharp-edged broken armor*
Glit: /Mov/ 's.
Ironhide: -follows him- ::A cassette and Perceptor. The cassette's close to dropping, though...::
Ratchet: *He went faster* ::Slag. WHY didn't you wake me sooner?!::
Perceptor: -nods- Do you wish me to remove it completely?
Ironhide: ::I've been /trying/, fraggit!::
Ratchet: *He growled and finally reached the medbay, taking in the sight and moving right for Megatron's side* Someone give me a status update. I need to know exactly what happened, and the extent of the injuries, on top of what has been repaired so far.
Ratchet: *He was already running his own scans..*
Ironhide: -comes in a few moments after Ratchet, going back to his spot on the wall, watching and staying silent-
Glit: *Glit yowls at Perceptor, trying to pull the panel up with his own teeth.* Up, ou', /nowwww./
Glit: *He doesn't seem to notice Ratchet and Ironhide at all. To Ratchet... well, that's the voice of a cassette that's overclocking to the point of losing language skills.*
Glit: *Some things they're simply not designed to /do,/ and this is one of them.*
Perceptor: -begins pulling on the panel, gently at first, trying to get Glit to let go of it-
Glit: *lets go of the panel immediately once Perceptor starts pulling and promptly starts wedging his paws underneath it. Energon is welling out around his forelegs - something underneath there is /damaged./*
Perceptor: -pulls the panel up and almost off, revealing the damage underneath, and winces a bit- Oh...oh dear.
Ratchet: Glit. Go rest. Perceptor and I have it from here. You are relieved. *He cursed when he saw the pool of energon.* Perceptor, go get the clamps from bin three, please. /HURRY/. *he hurried around to take Glit's place.*
Glit: *That gets Perceptor another chatter of disapproval, Glit plunging his forelegs into the energon and feeling for what's torn. He pays no attention whatsoever to Ratchet.*
Perceptor: -retrieves the clamps and holds them out for Ratchet, looking at Glit worriedly- I...I am sorry, was I not supposed to do that?
Ratchet: ...GLIT. YOU ARE OVERDOING IT. GO RECHARGE. *he wasn't yelling, but more being stern. He would not have a medic collapse in the medbay right /now/. He took the clamps and nodded thanks to Perceptor, leaning in and trying to assess the damage, but Glit's paws were not helping...*
Glit: /Fas'er./ Cl'm's - *Glit's paws /are/ helping. They're helping Megatron quite a lot! They're just not Ratchet's ability to assess the damage.*
Ratchet: *He growled a bit, stepping up and /picking/ Glit up and setting him down on the floor.* I TOLD YOU TO GO RECHARGE. *He was, meanwhile, already reaching in, and clamping down on the several fuellines that had been ripped open, managing to start slowing the leaking*
Perceptor: -bites his lip again, not wanting to stand there and do nothing- What should I do?
Glit: *Glit /howls/ as he's picked up, and leaps right back up onto the table.*
Ironhide: ::Need me to grab him...?::
Ratchet: *he growled again* ::Please. He's borderline delusional.:: Perceptor, in bin 10, there are several replacement fuellines. Please grab them. All of them.
Perceptor: -grabs the fuel lines and brings them over, waiting for his next orders-
Glit: *Glit may be borderline non-processing, but his paws are still remarkably steady as he goes for another crisis point, and points Perceptor towards a third with a paw and another chatter*
Ironhide: -steps forward and picks up Glit, pulling him away from the table-
Glit: *The cat-cassette thrashes and squirms, trying to escape*
Glit: *And makes /very/ unhappy noises, did we mention those?*
Ironhide: -holds on tightly with both hands, /not/ letting go-
Glit: */howls,/ and does not concede defeat.*
Ironhide: -eyes the squirming mech in his arms and walks out of the medbay, depositing him on the ground, quickly going back into the medbay and shutting the doors before he can dart back in-
Ratchet: *he took the fuellines and motioned Perceptor around to where he was at.* Hold these clamps. I need to get in and start replacing the lines. *most of the leaking had stopped, but there was still a bit that bled through..*
Perceptor: -does so without saying a word-
Glit: *Glit attempts to dart between Ironhide's feet, but -- /thwarted./ Codes, maybe? He rears up and tries them. He can /smell/ the spilled energon in the other room, fresh and flowing.*
Ironhide: ::Ratchet? Lock the medbay.::
Ratchet: *He sent out the codes to all doors to lock down the medbay with his own codes, ones that Glit would not know* :one.:: *and with that, each door made a strange, heavy "click" as he continued to repair the fuellines that were so badly damaged..*
Glit: *Thwarted /again,/ Glit howls outside the doors and scratches at the seams. Loudly. Frequently. Demandingly.*
Glit: *Eventually, though, the wailing and scratching noises slow and then stop.*
Glit: *Whether the medic outside is in forced recharge or has realized that Ratchet is actually right and left to rest... Well. Either or, at least he's not yowling anymore.*
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