you know you are as small as the things you let annoy you {backdated before robot prom}

[asafepairofhands]

It's a little while after Sixshot has dug all of the medics up from whatever underground art bunker they had been briefly trapped in, miraculously without anyone killing each other, and Ratchet is back in the medibay at work. He is still half-legless and especially foul-tempered, especially considering the upcoming festivities, which he plans to avoid as completely as possible.

COME BOTHER HIM



[CLOSED TO RODIMUS]
It's not long after the medics are back that Ratchet sends a message to Rodimus privately, apropos of what seems like nothing.

Come to the medibay. I need to check something.

Comments

[academybot]

"Look I only got a summary, Optimus was the one who mentioned the thing about spiritual guidance. And if it's all the same to you, I intend on avoiding Sentinel as long as possible." On the list of things he would possibly talk to Sentinel about, being a prime was the very bottom.

"I'm sure that's true, I just don't want everyone assuming I can do everything he can just because we share a name." He said, crossing his arms.