Pariah, you mean. Were you awake when he hit your counterpart? [ Starscream does his best not to snicker. ]
But yes, he's got full run of the labs. I gave him Apology, too. The sniper rifle? Funny, how that name becomes fitting again. Either way, if it makes him feel safer... Then good.
[he can't help but look mildly horrified for a moment, though starscream won't see it as he's still behind him.]
...No. [though his tone is even; ratchet isn't exactly a stranger to violence in a medibay.] Well, I'm glad there's a choice of Decepticon medics, too. Hopefully that makes 'im feel safer too.
He nearly got Knock Out too, actually. But I was there in the nick of time. Ended up having to remove his wings for a time so they could fix him without him taking another swipe at someone... You can't blame him for having a panic attack though, hm?
[ There's another face pulled at the mere concept of having to explain Side Burn's whole... Side Burn-ness. ]
An... Autobot, who's running weapons tests for me. Blue sports car, distinctive targeting eyepiece. [ Under his breath: ] And a walking harassment charge...
No. I'll talk to Wrench to see if there's anything in that medibay that can be used if that happens again so he doesn't need to have his wings taken off. [he thinks he would already know about it, and that's clear in his tone, but he doesn't dwell on the thought too much. it's already happened.] Oh-- that kid? Wait, harrass... oh, gross! Give 'im a bonk!
I'm not sure if it would get through his slow processor. Besides, I want him to keep testing my weapons, and if I turn him off from that... Ugh, unfortunately he's very good at it.
I'm recording every time he's like... That. Is that good enough? Little bit more of an Autobot type approach, I'd think.
You'd be surprised how much of the Autobot approach is to just send it off to Optimus. [ratchet isn't really involved in social stuff like this, so he can't say he's heard of anyone like that before. then again...] He sounds like he's just a young, insecure kid. Give him the responsibilities and he'll get over it.
Responsibilities never stopped Skywarp from being a pranking pest. But... Maybe you're right. [ There's a huff, but the 'annoyance' in it is nothing but teasingly feigned. ] And if not, I'll send all of that lovely little file to Ultra Magnus. Eventually.
There's a difference between pranking and harassing, [he says thoughtfully. starscream can probably feel he's starting to fill in the symbols he'd drawn on the wings.] Does he know Ultra Magnus? Maybe just that threat will be enough to get him to chill out. If it's really bad, I can talk to him.
Hey, if there's a better way than gettin' someone to calm the frag down than gettin' 'em to scrub the pipes, I don't know one. [he goes quiet again, though to concentrate on what he's doing for a moment rather than to have some deep thoughts.] Ye-ah, I mean if you want any help with anythin'. I figure most of what you'd ask for would fall under my responsibilities anyway, or would benefit the ship at large in some way. See: stopping Side Burn from saying the wrong thing to the wrong person at the wrong time.
[hmm. maybe he's trusting too much. once again, ratchet actively avoids any proper introspection on this.]
...Alright. Talk to the little bastard, if you want. I'll send you a file of all the things he's been calling me, and you can tell me after whether you've had to whack him upside the head with a wrench or not.
As long as he's still going to be weapons testing for me. He's got a sonic cannon right now, little handheld thing. Named Vengeance. I'm quite proud of it. [ It's said casually enough, but... They both know where he got the initial components for something like that. ]
[he doesn't comment further, knowing exactly where it came from and what it meant. ratchet meant it when he said starscream only gets one cover up, but honestly he'd do that "autopsy" on another version of his own starscream again. fuck that dude.]
...I trust you made sure he ain't stupid enough to try and fire that thing to impress anyone?
[ Friends who dismantle corpses together, stay together! ]
I made it pretty clear that if I find him goofing off with it, his Brigade privledges are going to be rescinded very quickly. And not just to do with my weapons, either.
[ Trying to look over his shoulder, though still keeping his wings still: ] ...How does it look, so far? The lines.
Kids like that tend to enjoy pushin' their luck. Make sure you stick to it. [he shifts, thinking for a moment how starscream will even get to see this and-- oh! right. mirrors. ratchet takes a conveniently placed one off a nearby counter, holding it up to reflect it back at starscream, his free hand coming to rest gently on the seeker's shoulder.] It's comin' along. Good design ya thought up, there.
[ Starscream grins at seeing it, unable to help puffing up with pride. It does look good on him. A true Winglord once more, almost. The hand on his shoulder goes uncommented on, accepted with ease. ]
Well, I do admit I had help. I design weapons, not art. Needlenose and Knock Out were more than helpful. [ He pulls a face. ] Knock Out is... Not like I thought he was.
As talented as the Wheeljack I knew, then. [ There's a brief, mostly supressed wince. Maybe don't let this Ratchet know about that particular death.
He covers it with an almost irritable sigh. ] Remember how I was when I first came aboard this fragging ship? He was one of the first mechs I met, and I thought he was making some... Insinuations.
[considering starscream refers to him in the past tense, ratchet can make a couple of those leaps, though he doesn't immediately assume starscream was the one that did the deed.]
Ugh, that's bad. I inked we all deal with the war differently, but jeez!
Look, you know how fragging touchy I can be about mechs implying slag about me. Never mind if it takes aim at my studies!
[ He hisses it all out, but tilts his head back and groans. ]
He wasn't, and I got snippy back at him, and it escalated. But I've given him some schematics and hopefully that will be enough to not have him be an enemy.
An' yet you took him in and gave him stuff. [this is said horribly fondly. oh, god. oh, god he's friends with and respects a starscream. oh no. his hand comes to rest on starscream's shoulder, giving it a very light squeeze.] Alright, I'm done. Give it a minute to dry, then you can go show off the new insignia to anyone you want.
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But yes, he's got full run of the labs. I gave him Apology, too. The sniper rifle? Funny, how that name becomes fitting again. Either way, if it makes him feel safer... Then good.
And oh yes. [ He makes a face. ] Side Burn.
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...No. [though his tone is even; ratchet isn't exactly a stranger to violence in a medibay.] Well, I'm glad there's a choice of Decepticon medics, too. Hopefully that makes 'im feel safer too.
Side Burn? Which one's that?
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[ There's another face pulled at the mere concept of having to explain Side Burn's whole... Side Burn-ness. ]
An... Autobot, who's running weapons tests for me. Blue sports car, distinctive targeting eyepiece. [ Under his breath: ] And a walking harassment charge...
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I'm recording every time he's like... That. Is that good enough? Little bit more of an Autobot type approach, I'd think.
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...I haven't said anything myself to Side Burn yet. Should you really be talking to him before me? [ Quieter: ] You would do that?
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Hey, if there's a better way than gettin' someone to calm the frag down than gettin' 'em to scrub the pipes, I don't know one. [he goes quiet again, though to concentrate on what he's doing for a moment rather than to have some deep thoughts.] Ye-ah, I mean if you want any help with anythin'. I figure most of what you'd ask for would fall under my responsibilities anyway, or would benefit the ship at large in some way. See: stopping Side Burn from saying the wrong thing to the wrong person at the wrong time.
[hmm. maybe he's trusting too much. once again, ratchet actively avoids any proper introspection on this.]
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As long as he's still going to be weapons testing for me. He's got a sonic cannon right now, little handheld thing. Named Vengeance. I'm quite proud of it. [ It's said casually enough, but... They both know where he got the initial components for something like that. ]
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[he doesn't comment further, knowing exactly where it came from and what it meant. ratchet meant it when he said starscream only gets one cover up, but honestly he'd do that "autopsy" on another version of his own starscream again. fuck that dude.]
...I trust you made sure he ain't stupid enough to try and fire that thing to impress anyone?
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I made it pretty clear that if I find him goofing off with it, his Brigade privledges are going to be rescinded very quickly. And not just to do with my weapons, either.
[ Trying to look over his shoulder, though still keeping his wings still: ] ...How does it look, so far? The lines.
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Well, I do admit I had help. I design weapons, not art. Needlenose and Knock Out were more than helpful. [ He pulls a face. ] Knock Out is... Not like I thought he was.
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[ah, there's that dreamy tone of his, though his optics pale to an almost sickly blue in stark contrast to his tone. they colour again quickly.]
What do you mean?
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He covers it with an almost irritable sigh. ] Remember how I was when I first came aboard this fragging ship? He was one of the first mechs I met, and I thought he was making some... Insinuations.
It ended about as well as you can expect.
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Ugh, that's bad. I inked we all deal with the war differently, but jeez!
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[ He hisses it all out, but tilts his head back and groans. ]
He wasn't, and I got snippy back at him, and it escalated. But I've given him some schematics and hopefully that will be enough to not have him be an enemy.
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He flashes a smirking grin over his shoulder and flicks his wings ever so lightly. ] Thank you. I definitely will.