Ratchet didn't need to motion for the twins to come over, They followed him regardless. He gestured for them to take a seat on the single medical berth they had.
"I think my arm is broken." Sideswipe said, lifting his arm, Ratchet gave him a look, a deep hatred of life shimmering in his optics, he sighed bitterly and began checking out the red Autobots arm. "Its not broken."
"It hurts though." Ratchets eye roll was uncontrolled while he ran a medical scanner over the mech, it beeped with its reply."But its not broken. You're fine. You have some cuts but they can be wielded. Here." Ratchet held out a medical wielder to the twin, who took it and stared at it as if it was a hundred question worksheet. Ratchet blinked. "If you tell me you dont know how to use it I'm going to strangle you." Something flashed in the twins optics, he looked up at the older medic, unicron making himself known in the others smirk. "I don't know how to use it." He said, voice suggestive. Ratchets nose curled.
"You're disgusting." Sunstreaker said, picking at some chipped paint, trying to mark it into a shape that went with the rest of him, but it failed horribly. Ratchet left Sideswipe to his own devices, while he walked up to Sunstreaker, eyeing him. "Whats wrong with you?" Sunstreaker gestured to himself.
"I'm dirty, I'm covered in my own energon, Your the medic, figure it out."
"Lose the sass." Ratchet replied, he knelt down and began running a scanner over him, it was a lazy enough device that would tell him anything major that would be wrong. When the scan was finished, it beeped out at him, letting him know that, other then the same minor mechflesh wounds as his brother, he was healthy.
"You're fine." He repeated, the same tone he'd used for his twin. "Your both fine. Now go shower or something." He dismissed them with a wave of his hand, He turned around to close the distance to his datapad expecting them to listen, as every autobot did. After a few moments of silence, he realized neither of them have moved.
Ratchet looked over his shoulder at them, Sunstreaker was just staring at the medic, a blank look in his optics, and Sideswipe was holding the welder so close to his face it nearly merged with it, as he tried to figure out how to work it.
"Primus help me." he muttered. His prayers were answered, the eching footsteps of his leder sounded as Optimus Prime made his way to his corner." Sideswipe, Sunstreaker." He addressed, stopping before them. "As you are new to this world, it would be paramount for you to understand the rules and boundries that we must follow to keep our existence unknown to the majority of the human population."
Sideswipe looked up, optic ridges bent, the wielder's end was facing his chassis, he didn't see Sunstreaker grinning behind him. "Human?" He began, but got no further, Sunstreaker leapt foreword, and slammed the activate button on the tool in the red twins hand, Sideswipe let out a shrill screech when the red hot flames streaked out and burned a small hole in his armor. Sunstreaker, of course, bursted out in laughter.
Optimus pursed his lips, clearly trying to ignore the fact that he was interrupted.
"The frag is wrong with you?!" Sideswipe snapped, holding out the tool, ready to give Sunstreaker equal treatment. Ratchet snagged it out of his servos before he could, though, leaving him threat-less.
"Humans are the life forms that inhabit this planet." Optimus continued. "They are an intelligent race of organics~"
"I'm going to take a shower." Sunstreaker barked out, sliding off the berth. "Take notes for me Sides." He slapped sideswipes shoulder roughly, and bound down the hall, he stopped though, and turned. "Its down here right?" he asked. "Can only assume, this place is tiny as frack, Should really get more space. To many mechs cramped into one spot, a base of festering spikes, its uncomfortable." He didn't wait for an answer, just turned and disappeared down the long hall.
Optimus stood there, almost glaring at the spot he'd gone. "We can continue this conversation when you and your brother are more rested." he concluded, looking down at sideswipe, who smiled at the attention. "There is a spare room past the wash racks you and your brother can share." he almost finished, then added, with a warning tone. "That should be the only berthroom you and Sunstreaker enter, be mindful of the others personal space." Sideswipe whipped up his arm in a stiff salute. He got up, and scrambled away.
Ratchet came to his leaders side. They stood there quietly, Ratchet couldn't help but wonder if he regretted his decision already.
"That could have been worse." Optimus voiced softly. Ratchet nodded in agreement. Lifting his datapad off the counter, ready to dive back into his work. "It'll get worse. Trust me." Ratchet replied, to which, Optimus turned to him, lips set firmly in that trademark Optimus Prime face, he opened his mouth, and something completely unexpected left his lip plates. "At least now we can use the brig." He said, amusement running deep in his voice. Ratchet smirked. "Now all we need is Prowl."