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Spoiler alert for Transformers: Dark of the Moon
I am really upset over what happened to Ironhide
The neon yellow metal behemoth sat in the middle of the abandoned air field with his optics wide open but seeing none of the world around him. Not one of his comrades dared to interrupt his reflection, they simply allowed the medic to sit in the pouring rain has he had been for the last twelve hours. The battle had been won. Megatron had been defeated, yet again, and Sentinel – that slagging aft – was sent back to the pit where he belonged. Optimus' arm had been rebuilt to perfection and reattached to his previous specifications. All the other Autobots were back at optimum efficiency after hours of the older bot's constant vigilance. But there was one 'Bot that was not among them, one that Ratchet could not save.
He had been an elite class warrior. It was in his strict programming to protect the Primes at all cost, never disobeying their orders. That is what had killed him. His loyalty was so deep he never even tried to protect himself from Sentinel's attack. Ratchet had found the clip in the security camera's databank. So far he had watched the horror unfold one thousand seven hundred twelve times. Each time Ratchet could see the utter disbelief in Ironhide's wide optics as Sentinel fired the kill shot. Each time his spark flinched in pain. Each time it jolted him deep in his joints to know that Ironhide would never return.
Ratchet had felt pain before, thousands if not millions of times in his long life, but this pain was more brutal, soul-encompassing than anything he had ever encountered. The medic couldn't count the number of sparks that had been extinguished either by his own hands or while his hands were trying to save them but none effected him so deeply. He had lost his parents, his family, his planet but that had not left such a wide void.
Ironhide was his best friend. The mech had known the heavy armored grunt longer than the Earth had been a planet. The life before the war on Cybertron the two had known each other in passing, but that was a lifetime ago. They had become brothers, saving each other countless times. The duo was as opposite as day and night but some how they had formed a deep relationship. Where one went the other followed, when one tripped the other helped him stand, what one did not understand the other helped him comprehend. But not now, Ironhide had gone some where Ratchet could not follow. He had fallen so far that Ratchet could not reach him. The yellow bot could not understand why Ironhide had to leave him behind.
Under the dark of night on an alien planet, an Autobot mourned the loss of his friend, his best friend. It didn't matter that he was a mechanical being from a faraway world, he was a soul who mourned the passing of one who died long before his time.
With a harsh exchange of air, Ratchet stood looking up at the sky. "I know you can hear me you ol' slagger. Don't get too comfortable because where ever you are, I won't be far behind you. After many a millennia together don't expect a little thing like death to keep us apart." His spark still pulsing in pain, he turned back to the hangar. Ratchet the Hatchet was a bot of his word, he would see Ironhide again not a doubt in his mind.
Thanks for reading my first venture into Transformers. I know that Ratchet will be missing Ironhide.
