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Fixer-upper; open thread
Topic Started: 29 Mar 2016, 09:08 PM (393 Views)
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"Trailcutter would have been my second choice, if I'm being truthful. I'm a little biased though. I still blame myself for what happened to Trailcutter. I was there. I shouldn't have let any of it happen. But, selfishly as it sounds, Ambulon had it worse. If there was any possible way to have gone back and saved him, Rodimus, I'd had done it. Even if it meant giving my own spark to save his."

Even if it meant getting sliced in half by Pharma's hand. Ambulon was such a promising medic, he had been able Toledo up with him and Ratchet despite all the discrimination he faced. All the bots saw him as cranky, as reserved, not to Aid. In First Aid's optics Ambulon was the best damn thing on the ship he had.

"Trailcutter... Was another loss I shouldn't have let happen. You did all you could, Rodimus. You told us all not to change anything, to be discrete with our meddling, but I assure you I'd done the same even without being in your shoes. But, really, Rodimus... Do you think he'd had listened? Even if it did work out? It could have been for nothing, your effort was all you could give..."

Sighing softly, Aid made a soft hum. Dent and Pipes also had it bad. Ratchet had sliced Dent beyond repair for what felt like no reason. It always bothered First Aid beneath the surface just how cruel it had been. But still, Dent really wasn't likely to make it. Still.

"Well, I accept the complement and praise, Rodimus. It means a lot coming from yourself." Especially when Ratchet couldn't even say nice things to him half the time. Psh. Who needed grandpa's opinion anyways. "For awhile Ratchet made me feel like I had nothing to give. I soon realized that while he was a fantastic medic he would eventually run out of things to teach and it was up to me to surpass him. While I disagree that I'm better than him, it feels good to know my captain supports and believes in me."

Pushing himself. That earned a chuckle. First Aid was, ironically, a disaster. While he gave top notch care to each and every patient, and was also extremely polite and caring towards objects as if they were patients too, when it came to self care he absolutely tanked. As a patient he was terrible. Always trying to work while sick, never giving his body rest. What made it all the worse was he was aware just how reckless he got and never really stopped. If anything, he had gotten worse on that front. Maybe he'd eventually learn to curb the self destructive behavior.

"My priority is making sure the others are safe and healthy. I might not be a trained psychologist but I try to always be there for all issues; ranging from blown optics and exposure to photon blasts, to even emotional mishaps. I might not have the most experience under my belt to provide the greatest advice, but sometimes the comfort of having someone to care and listen is the best medicine I can provide."

Tired optics looked up from the floor to look at Rodimus. Not just make eye contact but really look at him. Observe his features and the like. Hopefully he hadn't stared for too long, maybe it would seem like he'd spaced out briefly. Given his almost dopey like state between the rolling em field to the dim optics, the next but reeled him back into reality and out of his little comfort zone Rodimus was providing.

"While I also agree on 'what the pit is Optimus thinking' I do worry that by sticking our noses in his business that we are just going to cause far more issues. It'll probably be best just to get as far as we possibly can. Just away. As away from his drama as possible. I don't like to run, particularly, but there's not much other option is there..."
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Rodimus hadn’t even known Ambulon very well. The name just barely registered in his processor and he couldn’t match a face to the name, which only made him feel guilty about how little he knew his own crew. True, he knew Ambulon hadn’t been among those he’d recruited with the first launch of the Lost Light and there were two hundred mechs on board, keeping track of all of them wasn’t ever easy – it’d taken a bit of prompting from Ultra Magnus before Rodimus had known which one was Tailgate back at the beginning of the quest – but that didn’t make it better. The only reason he ended up knowing which one Ambulon had been was Ratchet’s report from Luna-1.

Rodimus gave a sigh. “No, I don’t think he really listened,” he admitted. Trailbreaker had definitely seemed like he hadn’t believed Rodimus or taken the warning seriously, brushing it off, even though he’d promised to keep the warning in mind. “I just…keep failing my crew.

Letting his hand finally drop, realizing how long he’d kept it at First Aid’s shoulder, Rodimus shifted to lean against the Rod Pod, crossing his arms over his chest. “I try,” he told the other with a soft smile. He’d always been pretty good for a pep talk, his natural charisma and charm helping uplift the sparks of others. He could psyche up the next person with ease. “I mean, what’s a captain for if not for the occasional praise? You deserve it for putting up with this crew. You and Velocity both. We’re a handful.”

Rodimus got that. Most of the medics he’d known were the same, putting their patients in top priority over their own health. He still didn’t want First Aid overdoing it. They needed their medics, all of them. “Fair enough, but if you ever need someone to care and listen to you, don’t think you don’t have someone for that.”

When First Aid looked up at him, Rodimus had to resist the urge to grin at the medic. His resistance didn’t last long and he ended up smirking. Something about the way the other mech was just so seemingly out of it at the moment made Rodimus want to poke at him and tease him. He was a playful mech at spark, after all, and he was pretty comfortable with First Aid after the talking they’d been doing.

But then they were back to the serious issue of Optimus. Rodimus sighed, bringing his hand up to pinch his fingers at his nasal ridge. “Maybe once we get to Cyberutopia and find the Knights, we can sic ‘em on Optimus and they can sort it out.”
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"Rodimus, you could be the tip top most perfect leader in the whole universe, but your crew has to cooperate too. You can't go blaming yourself for every thing that goes wrong, especially if you aren't even in control of the situation. Like, like with trailbreaker. You thought and tried to do the right thing to warn him-- which yeah. Was against the rules. But if he didn't listen, which is arguable, then you've already done all you could."

Feeling the lack of content, First Aid held back a disappointed sigh. It had been nice while it lasted, though any longer might have made the atmosphere grow awkward. He really hadn't wanted that, so Aid hid the reaction.

"Like... Not to keep going on about me and myself, but something I'll never be able to forgive ratchet for is dragging ambulon and I into his personal scrabble with Pharma. Ambulon would still be on our ship if that were the case, not a mutilated-- a mutilated canon-- abandoned somewhere"

He left out the part about kicking and screaming and sobbing to recover the body. It was probably a good call on Ratchet's end. Aid most definitely would have slaved his body in an obsessive attempt to reanimate him.

"But you at least can keep your personal beef with anyone to yourself for the most part. I know not everyone will get along, but I'm fairly confident this isn't a trip across the galaxy to punch an ex conjunx in the face or anything. Which, as the ships CMO, I would like if nobody got punched in the face-- or anywhere for that matter. But violence gives me a purpose, sadly."

Aid mimicked Rodimus, scooting to also lean close to the rodpod. Well, until he started slipping down. Before he knew it he hit the ground aft first with a soft thud. Standing had become a chore, hopefully Rodimus wouldn't mind he sit there for awhile. Even if the other chose not to answer and go back to work, sitting was good. Yeah. Especially in the company of someone else, someone new for a change.

"You all give me a run for my shanix, sometimes I wonder if you all have contests for who can get hurt the worst and make me panic. I really hope that's not a true thing, I already have my arms full with energex poisoning cases every so often."

Everyone overdid it at least once. Some smaller bots had the tendency to do it more often. No pointing fingers, no lectures. It was bound to happen. Pulling a servo to his face, aid stuck some digits in the seam where his visor met his mask. Pressing, it helped relieve a little pressure from behind his optics, his visor flickering appropriately.

"I would pay to see Optimus's face in that situation, Rodimus. I'm not the betting type-" a lie. "But I would almost bet you on how that scene would play out. But it really would be cruel to pass you shanix in front of Optimus in that sort of situation, woudlnt it?"
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Rodimus didn’t want to argue about how much he was to blame or how much his crew had a part in the things that had gone wrong; he was the captain, he was supposed to lead and take care of his crew. He barely knew half the crew, keeping tabs on only a handful, calling in Team Rodimus whenever he needed them to solve some mystery or another. He had few close friends on the ship, really, come to think of it. Magnus was the closest he had and, even then, Magnus preferred Megatron’s company.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Rodimus was lonely. He was a social mech by nature and spent plenty of time around others, but how many people could he honestly call his friend?

Returning to his tools, Rodimus started prying another panel from the shuttle, finally uncovering the inner damage to repair. He switched out his tools, reaching for the smaller tools to work at the damage, pulling out debris and re-arranging loose wires. “I’m sorry about Ambulon,” he told First Aid as he worked. Ratchet had written about the other medic’s fate in his report, but Rodimus had really only skimmed through it. He’d had too much on his mind at the time. “I know it’s been months and I’m not Ratchet, but I’m sorry. He didn’t deserve what happened to him.”

Rodimus couldn’t help a snort of amusement at First Aid’s comment on the quest not being to punch an ex conjunx. “Nah, not my style, even if I had an ex conjunx across the galaxy. I’m more likely to rub it in their face how much better I am without them.” He pulled out a mass of melted wiring and tossed it aside. He’d talk to Nautica about replacing it later. “So at least, you don’t have to worry about me punching anyone in the face. Mostly.”

He paused in his work when he caught First Aid slipping down out of the corner of his vision. He paused for a moment to check to make sure the other mech was still online and functioning, then let First Aid be. The medic had mentioned fatigue as a consequence of the gestalt bond, so unless there was a bigger problem or if First Aid stopped responding, Rodimus figured he could just let the other mech rest.

“Oh, damn, you’ve caught onto us,” he teased, returning to his work. He reached in deep, standing on the very tips of his pedes to reach a particularly nasty mess of wire and broken parts. “I’ll have to let the others know the jig is up, I win with being turned inside out.”

Rodimus tugged out the tangled mess and examined it. Nautica would have to help with this part, too. “Y’know, after everything, I doubt passing shanix in front of Optimus would shake him all that much.”
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There was silence for awhile, simply letting his optics dim and soak in the sounds of Rodimus hard at work. It was relaxing, to hear the familiar clank of tools and scuffs of metal. Legs stretched out with a small bend in the knees, servos were rested in his lap. They didn't need to talk the whole time, sometimes the mutual quiet company was better than consistent chatter. With how fatigued Aid was starting to feel, it helped conserve power to let himself rest. Ha, as if First Aid ever truly rested. That was a good joke, but this was as close as it gets.

"Thank you, Rodimus. I don't expect you to apologize for his death, though, you weren't involved at all. Still, I appreciate the sediment. I'm thankful you even gave us a chance on the ship, we both lasted longer here than we would have in Delphi..."

A deep sigh, an uncomfortable shift in his servos. He didn't want to think about Delphi. Not now.

"It really was Ratchet's fault. Ratchet and Pharma. It hurt to shoot him, Pharma that is. I mean, I had known him before... Before all this." A loose gesture, swirling one servo around before letting it fall back into his lap. "I really hope that nobody else has to go through what I went through, not even my worst enemy, it's cruel. I'm really not cut out for war, but Rodimus? Do you really think the war is truly over? You and I, we are younger than Optimus and Megatron, personally I didn't know of the times before war. How can we as a race truly move on from hostility if we continue to act so rash? Do you think..."

There was a pause, followed by a bit of static.

"Do you think that, well, the war has gone on for so long that bots like Ratchet and Optimus, older mechs, they can't live in a society not at war? Without something to fight about it fight for?"

It really bothered him, constant fighting. Sure, repairing others was his purpose, but the acts of violence were something Aid couldn't get behind. A true pacifist at spark, it was hard to watch his comrades fall and get harmed one by one. Maybe he should change the topic to something less serious.

"You're good mechanic, I don't even need to look to hear what you're doing. I'd offers servo, but I'm not sure you need the help. As always you seem to have things under control."

With that his visor began to glow a big warmer, helm lolling to one side as he looked over at the red mech.
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"You deserve the apology," Rodimus pointed out. "It should be from Ratchet, but since he's not here and I was his commanding officer at the time, I'll say it. And I am sorry, on top of that. It sucks to lose someone important." He would know. How many had he lost? His friends, all the mechs in Nyon he'd considered his family, were gone. He'd lost friends in the war over the millennia. He'd nearly lost Magnus because of Overlord. He'd been forced to exile his friend to cover his own tracks. None of them matched up to the pain First Aid clearly felt over Ambulon, but he could still sympathize. "So, yeah, you deserve the apology. I'm sorry he died. But I'm glad we were able to get you guys off Delphi so he could live longer than he would have there. At least he got more time."

At the question of the war being over, Rodimus paused, fiddling with some wires for a long moment. Did he think the war was really over? It was a hard question to answer. They'd been at war for most of his life; he'd been pretty young when it became a full-fledged war. It had only been a couple of years since the war had finally come to an end and everyone began returning to Cybertron. There was still fighting going on, rogue groups of Decepticons that still refused to give up, Autobots who refused to let former Decepticons live in peace. How could they say the war was over when these things were still happening?

"It's supposed to be over," Rodimus finally answered. "That's why I started this quest. The war was over. We could do what we wanted again, instead of all this fighting." He could remember the speech he'd given the day before the first launch of the Lost Light. "'See the universe without a gun in your hand.' That's what I told everyone that day, Aid. And we still have guns in our hands almost every day. It's not just Ratchet and Optimus. We've all been at war too long. Some of us only ever knew war."

Rodimus pushed himself from where he'd been leaning to reach the damaged components of the Rod Pod and reached for a small torch to weld a broken part back together. "I don't have things under control," he admitted. "Megatron has things under control. He has since Optimus gave him free reign of my ship. I'm just...Aid, I'm as lost as Optimus is." He hated to admit it. He hurt to admit it. The fact of the matter was that Rodimus didn't know what to do anymore. "I come down to work on the Rod Pod because it's the only thing I can control anymore."
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"Yeah, it should have been Ratchet." He exhaled. "You're right. But I'm thankful that you could say it to me where Ratchet couldn't. Gosh, Rodimus. Sometimes I wish I could unsee-- unhear-- that chainsaw... I'm sure you've had your own share of bad things. Bad things isn't a good word, gosh, Rodimus... You've had a lot of hardships too, is what I'm trying to get at."

Another fine point had been made. Rodimus was absolutely right. Everyone had their weapons, everyone was still armed. Even with this so called war over, it wasn't. Or maybe it was just the calm before the incoming storm.

"We gotta be the generation that breaks the mold, Rodimus. You don't need me to reason this with you, but you're also right... It's hard to end a war when that's all you know how to do. Maybe I'm just too hopeful, a pacifist."

Even shooting Pharma had been hard. He'd only been able to do so because of the provoking. Endless violence, shooting random bots, it just wasn't Aid's style.

"Oh, I've heard your speeches. Even the ones I hadn't been around for. You really know how to move a crowd, once again something you don't need me to repeat to you. Still? They're really motivating. But, Rodimus, Optimus had chosen you for a reason. Sure, he's a little lost right now, maybe Megatron is doing the best he has in years, but don't let them define you."

Feeling like he was failing at his intended pep talk, the medic was trying to think of a way to flip the conversation away from his topics of who was really in charge and who was really dead. Rodpod might be a safe topic, but...

"I heard awhile back you used to go astroid surfing? It was asteroid surfing, yes? I've never actually had the chance to go, I was wondering if that were true, maybe you could explain to me how it is?"

The medic was crossing a set of mental digits in hoping that rumor had been true. Last thing he needed was for it to be a total flub and to feel like a real aft.
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Rodimus wished there was something he could do for First Aid, to help the other mech forget the sound of the chainsaw, but there really wasn't anything he could do, except to continue the quest to give First Aid something else to concentrate on. There would be no easy way out of the memories. He knew that all too well. "You should hang out with more of the crew," he suggested. "Go to movie night more often or something. It'll help."

He should take his own advice, really. He'd definitely had a lot of hardships, but he liked to pretend they didn't bother him. He'd bottle it all up, do everything but face his inner demons, then eventually have a fit, like he did when Magnus had gotten hurt or now, when he'd come to work on the Rod Pod. At least now he was at the tail end of his fit, having talked to First Aid - even though he was avoiding certain topics.

"Hope's something we need, though," he pointed out. He went back to his work, reaching for the torch to weld another broken component together. "We've always needed it. How do you think so many of us have kept going through the war? All that fighting, all the death and destruction. Optimus always gave us hope. We followed him and kept fighting because we all believed in him and the hope that he'd help us end the war. Now we need hope to try to keep the peace."

Rodimus laughed when First Aid mentioned his speeches. "At least I'm good for that. I don't know if Optimus chose me for anything, really. I used to think so, but I'm not convinced. I've just been doing my own thing for the last few years and I guess that's worked out pretty well. Mostly. Sort of."

He tipped his head at the subject change, pulling himself out of the hole he'd made in the shuttle, looking down to First Aid as he crossed his arms, leaning against the shuttle. "Comet surfing, yeah," he replied. "Slight difference. Really good thrill, but kind of dangerous if you don't have any experience or high heat resistance. I've had a few close-calls with full system-shock and I've been comet surfing for a while."
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"I went to movie night once, I feel bad to say I 'don't have the time' when that's hardly not the case at all. Tailgate told me I should go, I guess I just don't want to be the sad sack and bring everyone else down too."

It was a bit sobering to admit it. He really had shut everyone out after Ambulon's death. Not even Rung could comfort him after shooting Pharma. He tried to deny just how much it was hurting him, but he was in a state of denial. Getting no closure from Ratchet was just the cherry on top. Still, admitting it out loud was a step in the right direction. He really didn't want to admit being depressed, or still being in a state of grieving. Anything that could risk his position as CMO hed deny even past the point of spark failure.

"How about next movie night we both go? I can't make any excuses out if you go too?"

He'd extend his servo to shake on it, but it really was a gesture in poor taste he realized. Especially after Trailbrealer, it was best not to push it. Simply he steepled his digits together, keeping them occupied in the mean time.

"You're doing it now." Aid loosely gestured to the entirety of Rodimus. His posture, his tone of voice, his face. "You leak charisma. I'm starting to hope it's infectious. I can joke all I want that everyone followed you on board because you have a nice paintjob and a good set of optics, but it's you. This optimism and how you present yourself. Think what you will of Optimus, really, but you're carrying that sense of hope now if you do it intentionally or not. Not that your job is reduced to a few flashy smiles and winks, not at all. I'm just, err, trying to communicate that I think you're most qualified for where you're at."

Yikes. Trying to complement only turned out to be the most awkward thing First Aid had ever done. Well, one of the most awkward. He pretty much just unintentionally hit on Rodimus. Hopefully the captain got the point, to many on board his optimism was what drew them alongside the quest.

"If that's the case, I won't mother over you but do be careful? I've never been, well, given the chance to participate in sports. Thinking about it, I've never really been given chance to participate in many activities. But the last thing I want to see is you looking like toast and having to patch you up. On the same note, don't hide from me if you do happen to get hurt. Ratchet's wrench will look like a greeting card if I find out you, or anyone, is hiding injuries."
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"Well, that's kind of the point of movie night," Rodimus pointed out. He shifted, leaning further on the Rod Pod, his work on the shuttle forgotten as he talked with First Aid. "It's to keep all of us from being sad sacks. It's group bonding time over movies that don't always make sense so we have a distraction from the things that drag us down."

That and they had to do something while they were on the ship. Not everyone could be satisfied with staring out the window like Cyclonus. Then again, Rodimus remembered seeing Cyclonus the last time he'd gone to movie night - just after the whole ordeal with Brainstorm - so maybe even the window could get boring.

At First Aid's invitation, Rodimus just gave a smile, not reaching for the other mech's hand -his own was covered in grime from the innards of the Rod Pod anyways. "Sure, why not? I'll buy you a drink at movie night, too."

Rodimus gave a laugh. "Charisma. Yeah, I've been told I've got that. Sure helped when those personality ticks were giving everyone the beat down." He still thought it was hilarious that all he'd done was walk in - albeit with Megatron - and the sheer amount of charisma in the room had killed the infestation.

"'Nice paintjob and a good set of optics', huh?" Rodimus absolutely could not help himself. He let a slow, sly smile cross his lips. "Never knew I was your type, Aid."

Of course, he was teasing; he was sure First Aid hadn't meant for his words to come across the way they had. Rodimus just liked to tease people. It was how he interacted with his friends, how he should his comfort around others. "In all seriousness, thanks. Most people think I'm just full of myself, but you don't seem to think of it that way."

It was refreshing, really, to have someone who believed in him, instead of thinking he was egotistical and self-absorbed (which, okay, he was a little egotistical, but him? Self-absorbed?).

"You should come with me sometime," he told First Aid. "A beginner's crash course on comet surfing might be fun, y'know, minus the crashing part. We find a few comets away from a planet's atmosphere to avoid the real dangers, you could join me." He shook his head. "Don't worry, I don't really hide injuries. You'd know if I was hurt."
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“Yeah, I guess you make a fair point, I mean, you may not believe this but us medics get pretty tired of watching the paint peel off the medbay walls when others aren’t swarming in for bandaids and cotton balls.”

Don’t get him wrong, he’d rather pass out intake candy and tongue depressors all day than go into an open surgery. Hohoho. Though he was fairly certain Tailgate might be sending others in for the popsicle sticks to be making crafts with. Aid would be damned if Tailgate was making popsicle frames and he didn’t get one.

“I’ll take you up on that offer, on two conditions. A: You let me buy second round of drinks, and B: you get at least one bot, you or someone else, in for their check-ups. I’m getting tired of chasing everyone around the ship and I don’t have Ratchet to intimidate anyone anymore.”

As mad as Aid was at Ratchet, he was at a loss with intimidation. Now when bots came in with minor injuries Aid no longer had Ratchet around to chase them off once he was done. The complements could be nice, sure, Aid certainly liked being told he was a cute doctor and good with his hands. It just got a little much when he couldn’t scare them off and outta the medbay. It was starting to feel like a daycare center at times, with how many bots just wanted to come in and nap.

Though with Aid’s current issues with loneliness, he’d take any company he could get. The medbay was still pretty dead, but every once in awhile he’d get one or three bots to come in for finger welds or a nap. Least it kept him from getting too rusty.

Delphi made him feel rusty, in more ways than one.

While the comment had been made in innocence, well, Rodimus had opened the floodgate for some playful humor. Humor, flirting, it wasn’t like Ambulon was getting any less dead. One or two jokes that, well, only the medics had seen him make couldn't hurt, right? Well, maybe it was time the rest of the ship stopped seeing him as innocent and quiet.

“I am weak for a bot sporting gold and red, but the real turn on is that you’re alive and breathing. If I’m to be forwards.”

Had his mouth not been covered, maybe he’d match with a smirk. For now it was just to watch Rodimus with careful optics, gauge the response of his words. The first time usually took everyone off guard, heck, he could still remember a time where he had gotten Pharma with a 30 second ‘out of character’ “kinky” comment.

“I’m not sure if sports are really my thing, first hand, but I’d be more than happy to spectate. Not that I would know how to go about spectating that sort of thing.”
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"I don't blame you," Rodimus laughed. "Sounds really boring to me. Besides, even medics deserve some off time. You guys don't always have to be in there." He understood the dedication it took to be a medic, just from seeing how the entire medical crew always put their all into their jobs, but even Ratchet had taken a break for some engex from time to time. "And don't challenge me, Aid, I'll get half the crew to come in for a check-up and then we'd never get a drink!"

Actually, the more he thought about, the more it sounded like actual fun. He'd already gotten himself comfortable with First Aid and he was never one to pass up a drink. It'd be good for both of them, really. It seemed like they could both use someone to fend off the loneliness that came with their respective positions on the ship.

First Aid's response to the playful teasing had Rodimus grinner wider, his optics brightening. A little casual flirting between a captain and his CMO never hurt anyone and, hey, it was mostly just innocent fun. Sure, Rodimus wouldn't protest if it ever escalated, but he was just beginning to get to know First Aid - what was the human saying? "Buy him dinner first" or something like that. In the mean time, at least they'd turned the conversation away from the more serious subjects.

"I was forged gold and red," Rodimus boasted playfully. He shifted his weight, pushing off the Rod Pod to show off his paintjob a little. "And I got the alive and breathing part down. Gotta say, though, I sort of expected a Wreckers kink from you from what I've heard."

He gave a slight wave of his hand at the comment about spectating. "All you need to do for spectating is hop on a shuttle, bring along a pair of binoculors, and energon candy. It's a good show if you're not surfing yourself."
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"Rodimus, I can promise you it's not in my code to just 'take time off' if I'm scheduled, but if you could get half the crew to come for their physicals I'll buy you more than a drink. I'll buy you a whole nights worth, only you'll just have to wait until I've finished helping everyone."

He was feeling visibly better, actually lifting his head to make sets contact as he leaned against the rodpod. Moving his servos out of his lap, he put them palm flat to te floor, letting his weight rest on them so that he might get a little stretch out with his legs. The tight pull felt good on his cords.

"well, I guess that means I'm in luck, you're the complete package: breathing and a nice forged paint job. Though, do tell, is anything special about myself that has you flirting or do you do this to all your CMOs?"

He would pay money to watch Rodimus bark up Ratchet's tree. Though it would be a shame to see that golden crest dented from Ratchet's wrench. While it was all in good fun, Aid almost wished he hadn't asked. Anything special about himself? He could think of some perverted comments he had overheard being gossiped about at Swerve's once. From his hands to how he was 'probably only there for being Ratchet's pet' he had heard a lot of gossip, but the one comment he could never quite swallow was the implication that just because he was smaller and quiet it meant he was 'asking for it'. Yikes.

And there was the golden goose. Wreckers kink. If only Rodimus knew the half of it. Or a quarter of it. Ho boy.

"I'm far too sober to talk about my time involved with the Wreckers. Perhaps you should ask again when we go to drink, I'll be more inclined to discuss those matters when I'm not realizing fully that I'm having the conversation."

Aid had done a lot he wasn't proud of. A lot. His past crush on Springer had gotten him in a lot of trouble. Some of it good, most of it bad. A lot of it bad, but not to say it wasn't enjoyable. Though, Aid knew he could always give Springer a call should he truly need company. He just wasn't sure if he should ever have that kind of company again.

He was pretty much firm in his beliefs that Ambulon had been the one for him. He could flirt his way into next week, but he really wasn't going to find anything serious to fill that hole in his spark. Still, the complements were always nice and gave him a bit of a confidence boost to say the least. I mean, who wouldn't feel good with Rodimus showing interest in him? Maybe ravage. Ravage wouldn't like having the Captain's affection, it was a safe bet.

"I used to make energon goodies and candies back on Delphi. It was for long term patients to cheer them up when it got slow. Though, I used to give most of them to Ambulon. Pharma never really asked. But I'd love to spectate sometime, it'll put my spark at ease that you won't end up burnt to a crisp if the worst should happen."
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"So schedule in some time off," Rodimus suggested with a shrug. "CMO or not, you work too hard. I mean, the crew keeps you busy, but Velocity can cover you for a while. So could Perceptor, in a pinch." Even the diagnostic drone could patch up minor injuries. There really wasn't the need for First Aid to constantly schedule himself work. "Let Lottie help out with the physicals and I'll get the 'bots in for 'em."

Rodimus made a face at the question of whether he didn this with all the CMOs. "Are you kidding, can you imagine what would happen if I ever flirted with Ratchet? I like life, thanks." He stretched his arms over his head, letting his back creak out some tension from leaning over the shuttle for repairs. "Nah, he's definitely never been on the receiving end of the Rodimus Charm."

That part aside, he wasn't sure how to answer what made First Aid special. Rodimus teased on instinct and the fact that the medic hadn't told him off for it, but played along, just made him more comfortable with the other mech. Letting his arms drop down, Rodimus moved to join First Aid on the floor in front of the Rod Pod. "You let me be myself, for starters," he finally answered. "Most of the crew expects me to rein myself in and be serious, because I'm the captain. Co-captain. You've been talking to me like a friend. I appreciate that. And you're good-looking on top of that, so why not?"

Rodimus gave a soft laugh. "Fair enough. I was only around the Wreckers for a while and I know some quality high grade's needed to talk about them." Granted, the time he'd spent with the Wreckers was mostly while they were all evading the Swarm and that more than anything was why Rodimus would appreciate a drink. "We'll save that talk for the bar."

If they went to the bar. Rodimus figured he could probably get some good engex from Swerve and he and First Aid could find some place less crowded - more to avoid rumors going around; he knew the crew talked. Neither of them really needed the crew talking.

"Maybe you should make some again. Might help you feel better yourself. But yeah, next time we come across some nice comets, we'll go have some fun. And I promise, I won't burn. Rarely happens."
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“Schedule some time off?” Well that got a laugh out of First Aid. He was even worse than Ratchet when it came to time off. Sick days? Vacation Days? What were those? Never heard of them. “Lottie is a good medic, but Rodimus, please, I really don’t feel comfortable just taking time off because I’m sad. I didn’t get this far because I coasted. I dealt with so many hot headed medics convinced they are the best and that nobody could ever be their equal, I’m not ready to submit yet, I just got this far… “ Sure, Aid was being a little overly dramatic. One or two days off wouldn’t jeopardize his CMO rank, but it really wasn’t a surprise with how easily he had been demoted the first time around that he’d think this to some extent. He only got the position, Aid truly felt, because Ambulon had ended up dead.

“How about you get some mechs in for their physicals and I’ll treat you to those drinks like I initially proposed. I liked that idea. I’ve been itching for a real project to work on, not that our crewmates are projects, gosh that came out so badly… I just want to work on something alive and not just… washing scalpels or count the same stock twenty times over.”

“Oh? So Ratchet isn’t your type, but I am. Huh. I can’t wait for him to come back so I can rub it in his face that I have him beat finally in something.” Aid couldn’t help but be cheeky, especially when it came to Ratchet. Despite all the surfaced anger at Ambulon’s fate due to Ratchet’s choices, Aid still really looked up to Ratchet as a mentor. Any little hand pat or shoulder touch was one of the highest praises Aid had ever felt, that still hadn’t changed. “Ya know, I’ve seen someone hit on Ratchet before. I dunno if he was just trying to keep professional or who knows, maybe he had stuff hidden from us, but it didn’t end in a chalk line much to my surprise. I really thought there’d be a wrench needing to be removed from their aft for the comment, I was pleasantly surprised. When the old bot gets back, you’ll have to get into cahoots with me. Rub a lil of that Rodimus charm my way and get it under his plating.”

Another snort from First Aid. Hooo boy, he really needed this kind of banter. Between feeling, well, important and just… happy. It was nice and, well, healthy.

“Rodimus, how can you even say I’m good looking if you haven’t even seen my face? I always imagined you’d be more drawn to bots larger than you, but perhaps that’s a little ignorant of me to suggest. I know I tend to be, though I really don’t have an excuse being so small compared to a lot of the crew.”

And there was the truth. None of this was really about who was attractive, but what lies under the surface. Aid couldn’t disagree. Personality was always the winner compared to appearances. Though, not complaining if the appearance was nice on the eyes as well, it just wasn’t the most important thing.

“I think it is hard for others to see mechs like us as ‘friends’. They place us on pedestals and assign us labels. Because you are ‘captain’ you have to be ‘serious’, right? Because I’m a ‘doctor’ that makes me, hmm, I’d say scary but… That label is for Ratch’. What’s mine I wonder. I try to tune out when I hear gossip about me, it’s never good news…”

“My experience with the Wreckers, well, it’s not traditional of means. I mainly stuck to Springer.” Aid had the biggest crush on that mech awhile back. He had done anything he’d ask of the junior medic. Not anymore. They were friends, sure, but the awkward air never truly left. Not yet anyways, maybe they should talk it out. Oh well. “I’d love to share stories, perhaps when I’m a little less coherent. I’ll feel more loose and less shy. But you’ll have to share your details too, no onside convos ya hear?”

“Rodimus if you want me to bake you Energon goodies you should least hint at what flavor you’d like.” Hopefully not the one Aid was intolerant to. Not that he couldn’t make those, those arguably were the best. All pink and metallic. First Aid just knew he was a weak mech, he’d end up being the next patient in the medbay.
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