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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2019 14:37:59 GMT
Characters: @springer, Ratchet Location: Omega-1 Content Warnings: TBD Plot Summary: In the face of a 'restarted' war, Springer flees to the only friends and allies he has
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2019 16:54:18 GMT
Opening a channel on Autobot frequency had left a bad taste in his mouth. It was one thing if he was reaching out to say, Kup, it was another if he was doing what he'd done. The Wreckers never called for backup. They were the backup. And, even though he wasn't a Wrecker any longer, it still didn't feel right to reach out for help. Especially when he'd made it clear that he didn't want any part of the war or its aftermath any longer.
But, it had come back, and he was a wolf without a pack. That could prove deadly.
His body was still weakened from when Overlord literally took him apart, his spark in a state where he wasn't sure just how much longer his natural life would be. And the memories of the event...if he were human, he was sure he would have nightmares. As it was, he was prone to flashbacks at some of the worst moments. He was a mess, and he had Verity to protect. From what he'd heard. Megatron had been in the vicinity, as well as the DJD. And those were just some of the heavy hitters he knew the Decepticons to have. Or, rather, assumed them to have. He knew he couldn't hold up against someone of Tarn's level, and, if someone like that decided to take enough interest, it would be difficult enough to defend himself, much less Verity.
As such, he'd called the Autobots.
Which was how he'd ended up in the base's entry hall, having transformed out of his flight mode, and standing with a weary expression. He could only hope that they would be willing to offer some sort of aid. Springer wasn't at all certain how some of his fellows would receive him as he was now: someone who wanted nothing to do with the war. He'd once been the perfect soldier, now though...
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Post by Ratchet on Apr 8, 2019 12:54:24 GMT
It had been another busy day in the medical bay. Check ups, emergencies, wrenches thrown at the heads of several bots for not taking better care of themselves.. you name it. Ratchet had honestly been happy when someone was able to fill in for him for a bit. It was the beauty of having more medics, honestly. It allowed him to take a break.
..When Ratchet wanted that was.
Even with time off, Ratchet was one of those bots where taking a break wasn't just a simple task. His processor was just wired that way, and while having Wheeljack and Nightshade did help it was still a battle of reminders from time to time that he just needed to stop thinking about the medical bay and how the pitspawn twins were going to injure themselves next time as well as the extent of the damage. Besides, he couldn't stay at the top of his game if he didn't allow himself some recharge every once in awhile. Ironic, considering he'd always get on everyone else's case about taking proper care of themselves, but Ratchet? He was king of not taking better care of himself.
Forced break it was, and the CMO found himself stepping into the entry hall of the base as he wondered around aimlessly. Nightshade was being cared for by Wheeljack at the moment, so he didn't have to worry about rushing back too quickly, not that he didn't want to. It was the sight of a familiar face that would keep him away just a little bit longer. Just how long had it been..?!
"Springer?!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2019 20:44:17 GMT
Springer had been debating on seeking someone out himself when he heard his designation. He tensed for a brief moment, recognizing the voice. Then, he vented inaudibly. Ratchet. Out of all the bots to run into...
It wasn't that he didn't like Ratchet. Quite the opposite, actually, but...Ratchet was one of the bots he didn't like disappointing, right up there with Kup and Prime. Still, there was a part of his spark, the part that didn't feel off-kilter in being here, that warmed at the sound. He turned more fully toward the medic, allowing his lip components to twitch. His helm dipped in a nod.
"Ratchet. It's good to see you."
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