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re_alignment_logs2012-09-04 12:50 am
lifepersists) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-09-04 12:50 am
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WHO: TFP!Ratchet and IDW First Aid
WHERE: Medbay, Solus's temple
WHEN Now!
WHAT: First Aid try hard every day. Sometimes he just gets tired out. :c
WARNINGS: kawaii
Even for a fully functioning cybertronian with a vehicular altmode, travel was something that was time consuming and a bit challenging. For First Aid, it was something that took all day traveling on foot. And he'd been doing this from the day he woke up in Megatronus's temple.
By the time he reached the medbay at Solus's temple, he was aching and underfueled, and there was some shame as he immediately helped himself to some energon with the direction of an Acolyte. It hit his fuel tank like a ton of lead, making him dizzy for a moment as his systems leeched power back into them. It didn't do much for the whine of alerts in his HUD, pointing out stressed joints, hydraulics on the brink of failure, all joining up with the usual problems from his malfunctioned t-cog. Those are things he can worry about later, in private.
Then he dragged himself to the medbay, masking any sign of exhaustion or pain as he poked his head in, sneaking in as quietly as he could manage. Ratchet had been particularly overworked; he didn't really want to interrupt him if he was busy, recharging, or anything else. Instead, he merely set off to find the patient roster and care sheets, just to see who was in and who might be stopping by.
WHERE: Medbay, Solus's temple
WHEN Now!
WHAT: First Aid try hard every day. Sometimes he just gets tired out. :c
WARNINGS: kawaii
Even for a fully functioning cybertronian with a vehicular altmode, travel was something that was time consuming and a bit challenging. For First Aid, it was something that took all day traveling on foot. And he'd been doing this from the day he woke up in Megatronus's temple.
By the time he reached the medbay at Solus's temple, he was aching and underfueled, and there was some shame as he immediately helped himself to some energon with the direction of an Acolyte. It hit his fuel tank like a ton of lead, making him dizzy for a moment as his systems leeched power back into them. It didn't do much for the whine of alerts in his HUD, pointing out stressed joints, hydraulics on the brink of failure, all joining up with the usual problems from his malfunctioned t-cog. Those are things he can worry about later, in private.
Then he dragged himself to the medbay, masking any sign of exhaustion or pain as he poked his head in, sneaking in as quietly as he could manage. Ratchet had been particularly overworked; he didn't really want to interrupt him if he was busy, recharging, or anything else. Instead, he merely set off to find the patient roster and care sheets, just to see who was in and who might be stopping by.