If you already saw the movie then you know that our favourite medic was killed by Lockdown. So what do you think? For me the true heroes are never die.
Ratchet, science teacherIt was the first day of school in Jasper, Nevada. Boys and girls were both happy to meet their schoolmates again, and unhappy about the end of the holydays. Ratchet activated his holoform, ready to give his first lecture in science. He looked like a man in his late forties with short tawny hair and white wisps. He wore a blue shirt, grey trousers and a lab coat. A pair of glasses enhanced the severe expression of his blue eyes.Ratchet, science teacher by FrancescaNekoryu
“I agree the recent improving in Decepticon activity is going to put the kids in danger more than usual” Ratchet thought annoyed. “I understand other Autobots are very busy and this situation is going to be temporary but…” He frowned. “If you didn’t be my commander, Optimus, I would throw my wrenches on your helmet.”
The Autobot came in the classroom and the kids suddenly were silent.
– Good morning – he began. - My name is Ratc…ehm…Richard Lenton and I’m going to
Caro Transmutata Metallo 31Caro Transmutata Metallo 31 by Foxbear
Caro Transmutata Metallo 31
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
Ratchet stepped out of the train car and glared grimly over the desolate landscape. Many resources had gone into making the mass transit system, the first of its kind after the war, safe and accessible. Now the web of rails wove through Iacon proper and stretched out to most of the mines and outposts. However, once a mech stepped away from the platform at the end of the line, his spark was in his own servos entirely – his and those of his companions. The medic folded down into his alt mode and roared off even as his fellow travelers emerged from the car. To be perfectly blunt, he was already a bit tired of their loud and opinionated company. They would pace along behind him, out of sight but within easy hailing distance if he ran into trouble.
The flat metal that made up the roads of this desolate region slipped past under Ratchet’s tires as he roared towards his destination
War and Wings: Chapter 19 Part Two--ConfessionWar and Wings: Chapter 19 Part Two--Confession by praxcrown5
Continued from part one:
Ratchet was sick of talking in ‘code.’
Granted Operation Orsis had been functioning under a ‘party’ cypher since the beginning, but when that had been established by Jazz and Io it had been palatable. Not to mention amusing…especially when it was all too easy to envision the dumbfounded expressions that Soundwave’s agents must have made as they imagined a host of medics laughing and carrying on like a bunch of overenergized sparklings.
But now…with the Bay still in shambles, and supplies running low, Ratchet’s spark just wasn’t in it. That, and the language encryption that he was now forced to use had been created by the utterly humorless Prowl and his adherence to unswerving logic. True, it meant that local communications had been restored, but it also meant that, as acting CO, Ratchet had to dialogue direct
War and Wings: Chapter 19 part one--ConfessionWar and Wings: Chapter 19 part one--Confession by praxcrown5
“There, that should do it.” Io mused, softly, even as she double-checked the chord connecting her brachial energon line to Crossarm’s.
Nothing about the situation was inappropriate, but the femme couldn’t help but feel a bit unnerved as a portion of her energon was diverted through the connection to her CO.
True, partly this was do to her general dislike at being forced into proximity with him. But mostly her growing unease was due to the fact that she’d been forced to do this exact same thing in Kaon…and not as part of any medical procedure.
“So…how long does this take?” Crossarm said softly, interrupting her thoughts.
A relieved flitted across her lips. Ever since the “transfusion” idea had been revealed as an option, Io had been worrying about E.T.D.s. She had never been infected – quite fortunate given her history with the ‘Cons – but without proper medical equipment, she c
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