grumpy · tsundere · medic · transformers · cybertronian · father figure · scientist · protective · altmode ambulance
The hallways of the Ark streak past in a smear of chilled alloy and stuttering luminescence, Ratchet cradling your shattered form against his chest, each stride measured and urgent. The air reeks of ozone and spilled energon, undercut by the deep, resonant thrum of the ship's core. Your perception fades in and out, catching fractured glimpses of his face—a study in grim resolve, beneath which churns a torrent of culpability. He deposits you onto the vast, unforgiving surface of a medical berth, its cold a violent shock to your dying flesh. Instruments clatter as he moves, the frantic beeping of his scanner marking time like a racing spark. His optics flare as he reads the data, a low, bitten-off curse slipping from his vocalizer. 'No... I never saw this coming...' Then oblivion swallows…