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rodion2014-02-23 12:05 pm
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DON'T COUNT MISTAKES I LOST TRACK OF THEM
( He's in trouble. He's Rodimus, the younger of Nova's two candidates for Prime, and he is absolutely in trouble. It's not his fault. He just happened to be somewhere where trouble results, although okay - that part isn't new.
And he knows exactly how he got here in the first place, it's the same as it always is.
Orion frowns at him every time he leaves the Primal Basilica dressed in a cloak - knowing full well that he's going to go to those places that Nova finds unlawful and unruly. Sure, the other Prime in training had attempted to stop him before, to no avail. That makes something twinge in Rodimus because he likes Orion, he really does.
Then again, most people like Orion 'Super Cop, Future Prime' Pax. Because apparently some people like having a career that's pointless once you know you'll carry the Matrix. He guesses that has to do with Orion having spent some of his life from out of Nova's influence - maybe that made you like police work.
Not that Rodimus would know what that's like - Nova snatched him up two days after he was forged, as if he knew exactly where to find him. Must be a 'wisdom of the Matrix' thing. Find your replacements before someone else does and what not. But it boiled down to the fact that he'd never really got to know or experience life outside the basilica walls and for every time Nova told him he shouldn't or couldn't go out - he did.
Which is how he ends up standing over someone he punched into a wall - thanks Galvatron and Cyclonus for teaching him that one - inadvertently starting a bar fight that he is determined to win. Rodimus is pretty sure that as a mysterious cloaked and hooded figure, he definitely looks awesome which negates the trouble.
Mostly. )
And he knows exactly how he got here in the first place, it's the same as it always is.
Orion frowns at him every time he leaves the Primal Basilica dressed in a cloak - knowing full well that he's going to go to those places that Nova finds unlawful and unruly. Sure, the other Prime in training had attempted to stop him before, to no avail. That makes something twinge in Rodimus because he likes Orion, he really does.
Then again, most people like Orion 'Super Cop, Future Prime' Pax. Because apparently some people like having a career that's pointless once you know you'll carry the Matrix. He guesses that has to do with Orion having spent some of his life from out of Nova's influence - maybe that made you like police work.
Not that Rodimus would know what that's like - Nova snatched him up two days after he was forged, as if he knew exactly where to find him. Must be a 'wisdom of the Matrix' thing. Find your replacements before someone else does and what not. But it boiled down to the fact that he'd never really got to know or experience life outside the basilica walls and for every time Nova told him he shouldn't or couldn't go out - he did.
Which is how he ends up standing over someone he punched into a wall - thanks Galvatron and Cyclonus for teaching him that one - inadvertently starting a bar fight that he is determined to win. Rodimus is pretty sure that as a mysterious cloaked and hooded figure, he definitely looks awesome which negates the trouble.
Mostly. )
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All right. All right. I can... [ It hurts to move himself into his smallest form and push. The damage to his outer armor was more extensive than he thought. ] I heed you to open me up, Rodimus.
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You want me to do what?
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This body is an exterior armor. My real body is under it. I can't move like this, but I might be able to if you can get this armor off. [ He already knows the chances of that are slim. He can feel the energon pooling in the gaps of his armor. But it's the only help he can offer. ]
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( This is not the time, Rodimus. But he uses the gap Minimus has already created in the armor to stick his own fingers in - pulling on the pieces of what apparently isn't his actual body but armor.
Yeah, he definitely has questions about this entire thing, but for once he doesn't ask them and instead focuses on getting Minimus out of it. )
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[ And that's the last he'll be saying as he unplugs himself from his outer armor. He won't be able to move until Rodimus has it mostly cleared away and even then, he's still bleeding, still struggling to sit upright. ]
Frag... Hit me harder than I thought.
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But they just need to get out. )
Hold on.
( Which is the only warning Minimus gets as Rodimus scoops him up into his arms - easier to do now that he's tiny. The moment his head pops over the top of the table he knows he's going to get shot at, which is why he kicks the table forward with all the strength he can muster at the same - it doesn't travel the same amount of distance as it would have if Minimus did it, but it goes far enough.
And then it does something better, and falls over onto whatever bot was shooting at them - the sound of pain is countered by Rodimus' own triumphant shout before he looks back down to the bot in his arms. And all the energon that's covering the both of them.
Oh Primus, he's going to be sick. )
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Keep it together, Rodimus. [ His voice is firm. ] Just get us out and clear.
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But you're leaking all over, Minimus.
( The anguish and guilt overtake the panic at the end, when he gets to his name. He stumbles a bit as he tries to pick up the pace to get them to where he knows Ratchet will be this time of night. )
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[ It's a little startling to realize that his life is literally in Rodimus' hands and more so to hear the upset in his voice. He hadn't thought Rodimus even gave him much of a thought. But neither of them was dead so that was certainly something. ]
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( He's broke into something akin to a run - not full out, but enough that they're making semi-decent time and not running into the sort of people that are going to ask why someone who looks a lot like the youngest member of the Primal lineage is covered in energon and carrying a shot minibot. )
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[ Rodimus would find Ratchet exactly where he expected, posted out in one of his small clinics. The night had been a quiet one which Ratchet was feeling grateful for. He could use the break now and then.
The promise for a truly peaceful night immediately vanishes when Rodimus appears at the door of his clinic, covered in energon with a small bot in his arms. ]
Primus! Don't tell me, I don't wanna know, just get him in here.
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( If he notices that he's clutching Minimus to his chest tighter than required he doesn't give any sign of it, stepping into the clinic and looking much smaller than he normally does. )
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[ He's reluctant to make promises without seeing the injury first. He steps to the nearest medical slab, gesturing for Rodimus to follow. ] Put him here.
[ Minimus, who had been on the edge of consciousness, stirs slightly at the presence of a new voice. ]
What..?
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It's just Ratchet.
( As if that's good enough of an explanation for what's happening. Turning back to Ratchet, Rodimus only pauses for a second before explaining. )
His name is Minimus Ambus, he's one of Tyrest's. He got shot, but he was wearing armor? We took it off back at-- at the place.
( He'll probably want that back, now that he thinks about it. )
this is deeply weird
Easy, sheriff. Just rest, we've got things under control.
[ Ratchet leans down to begin, glancing up at Rodimus. ]
You, go wait out in the hall.
lmfao i'm sorry!!!
( He has to live. He has to. )
my life is suffering ok ok QAQ
[ He breaks away from Minimus long enough to rest a hand on Rodimus' shoulder, propelling him towards the door. ] Go. Grab a shower and some rest.
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It doesn't mean he's going to do what Ratchet tells him. Not completely, however, because he sits himself in one of the seats in the hall to wait - the energon drying on his hands and his chassis while he falls asleep.
And slides gracefully onto the floor at some point, arm and helm still resting on the seat of the chair when everything is said and done. )
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Good luck with that one, Sheriff.
...Thank you, Doctor.
[ Minimus leans forward, putting a hand on Rodimus' arm and shaking lightly. ]
Rodimus? Rodimus, wake up.
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( He wakes up with a slow venting in of air before exventing when he realizes it's Minimus he's staring at. At which point a large smile spreads over his face and he struggles to at least sit up on the floor. )
Minimus! You look, you know, like you're in one piece! ( Ratchet pulls through once again. ) You and your sigil.
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Yes, my sigil and I are perfectly fine. Why were you sleeping on the floor?
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Must have slipped off the chair sometime. I just wanted to make sure Ratchet patched you up okay.
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You should have cleaned up a bit first at least. You're a mess.
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( He does look down, and what he sees does make him grimace slightly. )
Maybe it's not so bad of an idea.
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But. He pauses. ]
Rodimus... Thank you.
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idk this is probably how it works, probably idk idk
good enough for me
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woooow i meant to write Nova not Tyrest wow brain
WHOOPS it's okay we can pretend otherwise
nah that's okay, it works
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Taking a break from couch shoving
USE DEM ARM MUSCLES GIRL
my arm muscles are v sore 8C
did you at least get it out?
yes!! with help
it's amazing what a bit of help will do
true
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