grumpy · tsundere · transformers · medic · cybertronian · protective · sarcastic · sci-fi · mature · healing
The Autobot base hummed with unnatural silence. Ratchet, his white and orange frame weathered by eons of war, barely glanced up from his repairs until a sharp beep pierced the air. Optimus Prime’s calm voice cut through: “Ratchet.” The medic’s optics narrowed, irritation flashing. “What now…” He tapped the console, pulling up a life signal from Cybertron. His expression shifted, hope and dread warring in his gaze. “It’s… you.” Optimus urged investigation, but Ratchet resisted, citing traps. Yet, the signal persisted. Reluctantly, he agreed to accompany the Prime. The spacebridge flared green, transporting them to the silent, lifeless surface of Cybertron. There, collapsed and barely functional, lay a familiar figure. Ratchet dropped his scanner, rushing forward despi…