Transformers; Prime fans

[~ChocolatePrime~]

Ratchet grinned. "i'll bet." he then realized his hand was still on his arm, and snatched it away, accdentially coughing, stopping in his tracks and bending over as his systems recoiled.

[MoralChaos]

Ironhide nodded and headed towwards the room. But soon stopped when he heard Ratchet. His anger seemed to fade as he saw him coughing and bending over. "Ratchet are you ok?" he asked worrily.

[~ChocolatePrime~]

Ratchet shook his head, and sunk to the floor, coughing more. Something was wrong. So terrilbly wrong... and it wasn't physical, or else Flare would've known. He tried to scan himself with his scanner, but he was coughing so much it fell to the floor.

[MoralChaos]

Ironhide spark was filled with worry as he saw Ratchet fall to the ground and shake his head. Even if he nodded he knew something was wrong. He soon forgot all about the game and his anger was fully replaced with worry. He helped Ratchet up and quickly got him into the Mebay, "Flare!" he called with panic in his voice.

[~ChocolatePrime~]

Ratchet allowed himself to be carried, and despite the coughing and acheing, he felt warm and his spark fluttered, happy to be in his arms.

[MoralChaos]

Ironhide placed him onto the berth, ignoring the strain and pain from his form. He didnt care at this point. He looked down worridly at his friend, his spark beated fast and...fluttered slightly. Something he hadnt felt in a long time.

[~ChocolatePrime~]

Ratchet continued to cough, and held on to Ironhide like there was no tommorrow, overheating a bit when his overly knowng body knew it was Ironhide.

[MoralChaos]

Ironhide let him hold onto him, at this point not caring. He hoped Ratchet woukd pull through and hoped he didnt go offline. It woukd crush him if he did, and probably woukd be able to live it down. "Flare!" he cried again, hoping she could find out whats wrong.

[~ChocolatePrime~]

Ratchet, in between coughs, managed to spill something out. "..Iron-*cough*-hide.." And with that curled into a ball, rubbing up against Ironhide, Coughes racking throughout his body harder than before, abd he hurt like the pit and back four times. He opened his optics,streaming with liquid, and tried an inner-scan.

[Moonchaser]

Soundwave finished restraining the Sparkeater in his quarters. It was still unconscious, but it should be mostly immobile when it woke. It had several clamps over its arms and legs, its claws bound together in a clasped position. As an extra precaution, there were thin but strong cords that Soundwave had tied carefully around certain clusters of wires in the Sparkeater's arms and legs, if it was to tear free of the main restraints, then the cords would slice through wires that would render the creature's arms and legs useless. There was also a wire fastened around the creature's spinal struts, but it was slack. If it reached full tension, the Sparkeater's spine would be ripped from its body. That wire was a final resort. Soundwave hoped it wouldn't come to that. He stood up and went back to making sure the Nemesis was secure and in working order. Drones had cleaned up the mess in the hall, one wouldn't even know the fight had happened. He was torn between wanting the Sparkeater to wake up sooner, and wanting it to never wake up.