The Hatchet means we're home
Summary: When the twins are transferred to the ARK, they believe it's going to be like every other place they've been sent to, but this one has a dangerous medic on board.
Pairings: Lambos/Ratchet , Prowl/Jazz, Bluestreak/Wheeljack, Hound/Tracks, Cliffjumpper/Mirage
Warnings: Eventual slash, bonding, pranking, flying medic equipment, Decepticons doing their thing, Medical repairments, Wheeljack exploding, OC's, violence, character deaths Etc.
Time:
Astrosecond - one earth second
Orn - 13 earth days or a Cybertronian lunar day
Breem - 8.3 earth minutes
Cycle - 1.25 earth hours
Joor - 6.5 earth hours
Solarcycle - One earth day
"Speech"
::Bond link::
-:Com link:-
Thinking
Ch 2: Physical Exam
-:Transport to ARK, Transport to ARK:- a buzzed message entered the communications deck of the ARK. A single mech on duty at the time answered the com.
-:ARK to Transport, what's your position?:- The mech asked while pinging Optimus to let him know the shipment and transferees had arrive.
-:Cargo bay, Transferees already on deck, waiting:- the mech upon the shuttle reported. The doors to the communications deck opened and Optimus entered in all his red and blue glory.
"Where are they stationed at the moment Prowl?" Optimus asked the mech.
"Already on deck in the cargo bay" Prowl replied before dismissing the mech on the shuttle. He followed Optimus out of the communications deck and down past a few other mechs on shift.
"You think it was a good idea to take them?" Prowl asked with concern, "I've heard that these two are particularly menaces to whatever regime they're assigned too" he continued.
"Prowl lets give them a chance they cannot be as bad as they are said to be" the Prime said as to give the transferees the benefit of the doubt. Prowl looked at his CO and sighed, shanking his head in disbelief. He hadn't just heard what the two were capable of, he had seen the damage. It was plastered to their files and written in red to show that they were hazardous to everyone, but themselves.
"Prowl, give them a chance" he heard Optimus repeat before they entered the cargo bay.
"Frag" was all he said when he saw the red and gold duo, knowing that he had been right. They were currently standing next to a lime shuttle wall with fluorescent yellow stripes going in a horizontal direction. Aparently they got bored with waiting and decided to paint the usually grey shuttle with some of the paint from the cargo bay.
Not even a breem in and they're already messing with things Prowl thought as he covered his faceplates with a servo. He heard Optimus snort in amusement and silently groan as he knew that if this got Optimus amused, then Jazz was gonna bust a gasket and help join in.
"Ah, sorry to keep you waiting. I'm Optimus Prime" Optimus introduced himself, "This is Prowl my second-in-command" he introduced the silent SIC next to him, who was still slightly dreading the moment they met Jazz.
"Pleasure, I'm Sunstreaker" the gold twin said with a bored drawl, though not a rude drawl as he promised Darkcaster that he wouldn't be upon the first meeting.
"Sideswipes the name" the red twin gave his name with a little more enthusiasm than his brother, who he was mentally prodding through their bond and earning a glare from the gold mech.
"Wonderful to meet you, now I know you want to get out of the cargo bay and into your quarters, but before you do that I need you to report to the med bay" Optimus said to them, not expecting twin looks of distrust right away.
"Why?" Sunstreaker asked, not wanting anywhere near a med bay for personal reasons.
"For a simple Physical exam, our Chief Medical Officer likes to keep himself updated with new soldiers" Prime explained vaguely, not liking that he had gotten those looks from the two frontliners. He hadn't had time to fully read their files, but he could tell that these two had trust issues and would need some prodding. Maybe he'd warn Ratchet that they would be needing a push in direction...then again if they didn't show up the CMO would go after them anyway.
Why waste the energy making Ratchet madder than he already is with Wheeljack's newest visit by telling him that the transferees might not show willingly? Optimus thought before coming back to the present.
"Well, I'm sure you'll be able to find the med bay, it's down the hall" he added off handedly, "So I'll leave you two to get there yourselves" he said, knowing that they didn't need to hear a speech when they first arrived. He found that if he used speeches for simple punishment, the others would freak and he loved seeing their faces when they realized what he was about to do. With that he dismissed the twins and turned to head towards the door, grabbing Prowl as he did so.
Sunstreaker looked at Sideswipe and saw his brother nod in agreement to the silent notion. There was no chance in Pit that they were going to the med bay, to have a strange medic criticize them with one glance then do a simple once over and dismiss them, hoping to never see them again. All the other medics were like that, if it weren't for Darkcaster being in their last regime and always with them in the med bay when they were injured, they'd never get fixed or be purposefully damaged so they wouldn't function properly.
No they weren't going to the med bay, instead they headed towards the designated quarters, haven been told before they were dropped off where they were staying, not knowing that they were making a storm brew in the direction they were suppose to have been going.
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Where the frag are they? The white and red medic thought to himself as he finished with fixing an extra arm so he have it when it was needed. He had been waiting a few breems for the transferees since Optimus had pinged him that they had arrived and he was sending them his way, but that was a while ago and still no one had come in after Wheeljack had came with a separated arm and cracked optic.
"Uh, hi Ratchet" had been the start and Ratchet had glared at the inventor as he hung in the hall in front of his med bay.
"What did you do?" he growled, knowing he did something and was proven right when Wheeljack flinched at the growl before walking with his separated limb. Oh he had been pissed as he had just fixed his arm not a joor ago! Now he had came back with the same problem when Ratchet had signed him off roster for the day!
After he had fixed Wheeljack, and knocked a good sized dent in his helm with his favourite wrench, he dismissed him and then waited for the transferees. And waiting he had been for nearly a cycle while getting angrier. Did those two not know how to follow orders or were they simply wanting to get hurt? Ratchet didn't know, but he knew which one he was gonna fulfil as he grabbed his wrench and marched out of his med bay, past a cowering Bumblebee and frightened Jazz.
"Man, the transferees are in for it" he heard the saboteur.
"Frag right they are!" he called over his shoulder, letting the two know he was pissed. He heard their peds echo down the hall away from him as he passed the rec. room and down to the barracks.
The hall was empty and silent, dead of life. Then the angry sounds of peds hitting the floor came into anybot's audio receptors, those he were willing to listen that is, as Ratchet came up to the twin's designated quarters. He didn't even bother with knocking, he used his override code and stormed in.
"The Pit?" Sideswipe, he remembered from the medical file, shouted when Ratchet entered, angered that their quarters had been broken into by a rouge mech. He pinged Sunstreaker, who was in the berth room napping, and stood up to face the medic, he was suicidal and he'd oblige with the mech's suicidal tendencies.
"The frag do you think you are?" he growled out to the white and red mech, not seeing the dark gleam in Ratchet's eyes. The next thing Sideswipe saw was a flying, metal object heading towards his face and connecting. He dropped with a pained cry and held his face, upon which he had been hit and felt something tap something on the side of his neck, shutting him off for the time being.
Ratchet picked up his wrench and sighed. One down, one to go he thought as the berth doors opened, revealing an angered and groggy Sunstreaker. He took one look at Ratchet and his downed brother before snapping forward, not thinking about anything but kicking this mech's aft to Cyberton and back then handing it to him personally.
The red and white mech dodged his first hit and grunted a little when his other fist connected to his side, but he realised to late that this had been the mech's objective as he grabbed Sunstreaker's servo and smacked him upside the helm with his wrench a few times before he dropped to the ground, vision blurred and helm throbbing.
"Name's Ratchet, remember it" was the last thing he heard before the mech's servo hit something on his neck and he went down like his brother. Ratchet sighed and turned off the pain receptors in his side, knowing that the gold mech had broke something in his side and he knew that he could of taken the mech down without hurting himself, but it would of taken longer and he wanted to let the frontliner know that he could take a beating despite being a medic.
Alright, med bay Ratchet thought as he grabbed the twin's arms and started to drag them out of their quarters, data bursting the door close. Along the way he had met back up with Jazz and Bumblebee, who figured that Ratchet might need back up with carrying the twins as they knew better than to say the CMO couldn't fight.
"Frag Ratch, what did ya do to them?" Jazz asked as he drug the gold twin behind him, 'Bee was helping with the red one.
"They were told to report to me, they didn't and I took it into my servos" he told the saboteur. 'Bee kept quiet as he continued to follow the medic, knowing that Ratchet was still angry with the twins not showing up.
"Put them on the berths, I'll take it from here. First Aid!" he called out when they entered his med bay. The medical protégé came out of his small office near Ratchet's own and blinked at the sight of the two unconscious mechs upon two berths.
"Um...Ratchet?" he asked tentatively. He knew that his boss had been waiting and hid after he left to find the twins, now he just wanted to know what he was needed for so he didn't make Ratchet madder than he already was, he really didn't want a wrench to the helm.
"First Aid, get the Spark scanner going and have a hammer out so I can get rid of the dents" he said while starting his general scan of the protoform and energy levels. He looked over Sunstreaker first and found that he was a little low on energon and ordered First Aid to run to the rec. room after he was done and grab some energon for the twins and for First Aid himself, knowing he hadn't had any today.
After a bit, Ratchet had his Spark scanner in his hands while First Aid left for the rec. room. Jazz and 'Bee were still in the med bay, staying quiet in the little corner they occupied since placing the twins on the berths. Ratchet hovered the scanner over Sunstreaker's chassis and waited for the large screen to finish its once over and give him the results as well as the spark photo.
A small ping noise let the CMO know the scanner was done and he quickly went over the results. He sighed lightly, knowing he'd be seeing these two more often as he saw that their spark was split. He knew, from his intern days, that twins could happen from one of two ways; one being two sparks being made at sparkage, which was more common of the two, or there was one spark at sparkage that split during the final stage of carrying.
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were the later, which made Ratchet's job a Pit of a lot harder as split sparked twins needed different handling since they were literally connected by spark, meaning that they lived off each other as they were once one. They could feel the others emotions and pain if something happened to their other half and if one offlined...the other would follow right after. He groaned and cursed softly as he finished Sunstreaker and went to Sideswipe, not bothering with the Spark scan this time as he would get the same result as Sunstreaker.
Ratchet quickly finished with Sideswipe, having found that he was in a semi-better condition than his brother as he seemed to be more outgoing and took care of himself more when pressured into it, if the initial meeting was anything to go by. The CMO the went onto fixing the dents he gave the two before the onlined them.
"The frag?" came from Sideswipe once his optics flickered on and he looked at the pale blue ceiling of Ratchet's med bay. He looked around and saw Ratchet standing not far away with a data pad in his servos, scribbling away some notes. The red twin felt Sunstreaker come online and turned to his younger brother.
::Sunny?:: he chirped softly down their bond.
::Told ya not to call me that:: he heard the familiar grumble from his brother and mentally smiled.
::Where the Pit are we?:: the gold twin asked and saw Ratchet after a moment, ::Never mind:: he replied and sat up slowly, noting that his helm wasn't throbbing in pain as it had been when the wrench hit him.
"Next time you're ordered to come to the med bay, do it and save me the trouble of hunting you down" they heard the medic say after a minute of inspecting themselves. Sunstreaker glared at the medic and said nothing, sulking at the fact he ha been taken down easily by the medic, while Sideswipe wanted answers from the medic.
"Who the frag are you?" he growled out, ignoring the startled snort from the corner to his right. Ratchet looked at Sideswipe and grinned at him before sitting his data pad down.
"Ratchet, Chief Medical Officer of the ARK" he said before adding a small side note, "and the worst nightmare of mechs who piss me off" he then grabbed his data pad again and left while ordering First Aid to give them the energon, he had to report to Optimus about his findings on the twins.
