Nowhere To Go This Time

[namesnotprowl]

WHO: Barricade and TFP!Ratchet
WHERE: The Medbay in Solus Prime's temple
WHEN: Now-ish or so.
WHAT: Barricade would like to lodge a formal complaint about Ratchet's recent exploding episode.
WARNINGS: None so far!


Barricade has been watching, and waiting, and planning.

And now is the time to strike.

He has to say something about this, after all. He'd been the one keeping an optic on Ratchet after the mech somehow blew up that prototype based on Barricade's designs. Designs that he knows were not supposed to explode (there had been at least one with built-in miniguns and another with a launcher for miniature rockets that were supposed to do that).

So he's marching his happy self into the medbay when it's a bit quieter - he wants Ratchet all to himself for this.

"Oh Ra-atch~"

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[docbot]

Ratchet stops when he hears Barricade's voice, turns from his work to wave cheerily at the other mech. He's still a bit achey in his chest, but he's healed quite nicely.

"Barricade. How have you been?"

There's a bit of a smile on his face -- he has no idea what he's in for.

[namesnotprowl]

Ever since Axiom, Barricade has gotten better and better at springing things on other people. Especially when he has the time to let himself stew it over a little bit like he did this time. When he knows exactly how to drop the bomb.

He offers a grin and a short wave in return, trying to turn on the charm just for this long. "Oh, not much, Ratchet. Little'a this, little'a that~...

"Wondering just how you managed to get that prototype t'blow up in your face, since I triple-checked those blueprints while you were out."

[docbot]

Ratchet rubs at his helm. "Ah... sorry about that. I must have misjudged the calibrations, I think."

He'd been a bit tired too, perhaps, but that wasn't a factor, really. No, of course not.

"I'm sure your blueprints were perfect, though. We can just try again with it? "

[namesnotprowl]

"T'my knowledge, your sort don't just 'misjudge the calibrations'. Medics like me, maybe, but you? No. And if you had I doubt you'd write it off like that."

And Barricade knows it couldn't have been a problem with the blueprints. He'd partially based them on his own dimension's architecture and he knew that backwards and forwards. Not that he'll say that.

"So obviously, there's something that you ain't tellin' me. What is it?"

[docbot]

Ratchet looks away and doesn't answer immediately.

"I made a mistake -- even medics like me do that sometimes."

His fist clenches a bit, but os he angry at himself for making a mistake or upset that Barricade is belabouring this point? It's unclear.

"There's nothing more to say."

[namesnotprowl]

Barricade quirks a brow ridge - technically his two right ones - not believing that at all.

"Not on something like that, you don't. And not like that."

Barricade badgers about things. It's kind of what he does. Generally it's in an attempt to annoy someone, but this is seeming more like a 'could potentially be a problem in the future' situation'.

"Mm. Is there not? Curious."

[docbot]

Ratchet shifts uncomfortably, moving his weight from one foot to the other.

"I..."

He closes his optics, rubs at the spot between them that always seems to ache when he's stressed.

"Perhaps I was a touch short on recharge when I was working on soldering the wiring together."

[namesnotprowl]

With other mechs, he'd probably hit them on the back of the head right after they admitted that. But this is hardly Blackout.

"Y'know, there are easier ways to catch up on recharge than blowing yourself up."

He wags one long claw at Ratchet.

"The best way is usually to stop and actually recharge, before you explode things."