Don't Squander the Medical Supplies it Pisses Off the Medic
Verse: Transformers Movie: Dark of the Moon
Authors Note: So it has certainly been a long time since I have done any creative writing. I'm not really pleased with my writing of this at the moment (the writing seams kind of weak, and it doesn't feel like it flows right or something, I'm not 100% sure what exactly I dislike about it right now) but I got the idea and it was short enough that I was able to write most of it in the last hour or so of work in between waiting for scans to load. Also sorry it's a bit vague I couldn't remember the order to a small sequence of events at the end of the movie so I avoided making references to the exact events.
Finishing the preliminary scans of the gathered Autobots, Ratchet's ex-vent of relief is cut short by the soft chink of metal meeting pavement. The sight of recently replaced, barely used gears at the yellow scout's companions' pedes causes a moment of panic.
Did he miss some vital damage in the scan? Was there something he forgot to check or calculate in his assessment of the Camero's damage.
The new scan finishing to reveal some slight damage where there previously was none, the wedding march playing from the Camero's stereo, and the conversation of their human companion quickly added up in the Medic's processor.
A heavy servo on his shoulder and the promise of a later lecture for the young scout entices Ratchet re-stow his favorite tool/projectile weapon against the pestilence of stupidity that seems to plaque the crew at times. At Prime's request he will continue to play the roll requested of him while in front of the young organics but once they were alone the scout was in for the lecture of a lifetime.