Time for us Ratchet fans to be more active!!!!
How about a contest? Any ideas? Thanksgiving? Next month we will do a Christmas/new year themed contest!!
Monkey See 2Monkey See 2Monkey See 2 by Foxbear
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
“Special Agent Nakadai is actually on a training mission,” Jackson Darby was explaining to Smokescreen as he obligingly held up his arms for the decontamination spray. “She wanted to come and sent messages for all of you but this newest batch of recruits wasn’t up to her standards –“
Knockout gave a derisive snort as he approached with his medical clipboard in hand. The human shot a glance at the display screen and let a look of irritation twist his face for the briefest of moments before it smoothed back into the professional smile Jack usually wore when dealing with the medic.
“Good to see you Doctor. Here to make sure I am not carrying any nasty viruses I take it?” Jack greeted Knockout.
“Can’t be too careful with such a small population,” Knockout confirmed. “One little virus could wipe us out; acc
Monkey See 1Monkey SeeMonkey See 1 by Foxbear
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
“Knockout, would you please finish up those reports before you leave at the end of your shift?”
The voice was calm, reasonable, respectful even. Knockout fought back the urge to release a long exvent and gritted his dentia painfully. Long experience with the Decepticon command structure had left him a master at managing the complex and often lethal politics of life under Megatron’s rule. Life under Autobot command was... very different indeed. Yet no matter how often he repeated to himself that the Autobots in general, and any medic Ratchet had trained in particular, were soft he could not quite remove the nagging voice at the back of his head. The one that said stepping over the invisible like rank marked on the floor would earn him either a beating, or a smelting. So he held the comment he really wanted to give inside his own processor.
“Of course First Ai
TFP - Special TreatmentTitle: Special TreatmentTFP - Special Treatment by TheWhovianHalfling
Relationships: Orion Pax/Ratchet (Bromance only)
Summary: Orion Pax believes that each friend represents a world in him, a world possibly not born until they arrive. He had never thought his best friend, his best world, would be born when he got a scratch on his arm...
Orion Pax fretted as he trudged down the street. He knew Chromeflash had just been messing around, but he still blamed him for the crack in the screen of his study pad and the semi-deep scratch in his forearm.
“Now I have to figure out some kind of excuse for Sire...” Orion muttered anxiously. His words trailed off when he heard a high-pitched voice shouting somewhere nearby.
“...What did you say?!”
“You can’t really understand all that medical junk; you pretend to know it so your creators will get special treatment and you’ll get into the Academy!”
“I do too understand it, my creators don’t need
War and Wings Chapter 22: ReinforcementsWar and Wings Chapter 22: Reinforcements by praxcrown5
At the edge of the encampment, closest to the crater wall, Io tried to power-down.
This rest period hadn’t been her decision—she would have continued working until her instruments fell apart from overuse—but Crossarm had ordered her to after she nearly passed out scanning one of their patients.
How quickly the sergeant had changed.
A child that morning, now he was showing signs of responsibility. Unfortunately, as stubbornness was one of his personality main-stays, he wasn’t put off by the long train of curse words that followed their entire journey away from the “clinic” to her current location.
And surprisingly, frustratingly, she knew that he was right.
Her energon reserves were low and her body felt heavy and lethargic. And while the power-down wouldn’t replace the energon that she’d lost, at least her processor could do something other than crunch vital stats, grieve for Interlink, or worry about cross-contaminati
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