sgkywarp bit - opening
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jabberishSkywarp and Ratchet (and Ratchet) in a sort-of SG idea I wrote about 1.5k words of a while ago!
Ratchet’s tone started off almost soothing. “We're almost done here, just one last relay. Now cut the squirming, you half glitched drone framed sludge swilling bird,” -- he escalated to full on scary snarling pretty quick -- “I am elbow fragging deep in important mechanisms and if I cut something critical, fragged if it's going to be an accident.”
Ok, the scary doctor had a point. Skywarp tried to stop squirming, only to remember that he wasn’t just squirming out of pride and a desire to escape, but actually he was in horrendous pain.
Another twist at something important and he couldn't help it, pure hardwired reflex had him twist and try to warp -- and frag he already learned that led to --
pain so deep it made him feel sick -- as soon as the systems even considered coming online, Ratchet slammed a pin through the third phase driver in the back of his thoracic cavity -- the part that was nearest to Ratchet's hand and most convenient to pin quickly. The world swam in offset overlays. It wasn't supposed to stay like that.
“Hrm.” Ratchet leaned in, fritzing into way too many angles for three dimensions and giving six and half different perspectives on ‘covered in energon and mildly curious’ which was really six and half too many. “Look at that, you're... I suppose that's what 'out of phase' looks like? Does that hurt?”
Yes. Yes it did.
Skywarp was trying to remember how to internally shut down some of his pain or at least his motor relays because every time he thrashed (and he was learning that sometimes you really couldn’t not thrash) Ratchet put another pin through another part. He was failing. He was wired much more to be aware of all his parts and could tell at the earliest brush that fingers were wrapping around the phase drive no no no --
The doctor gave an experimental tweak to the part.
Skywarp screamed until his voice cracked, pain wiping any shame he wanted to have at the sheer indignity of it.
Energon sprayed in his peripheral vision (in six-ten-two-one perspectives as the off-phase short circuited) and he realized he hadn't just screamed, he'd thrashed again and this time torn through the post pinning his right ankle. The post ripped out sideways through the mesh of his leg and caught on a strut and now instead of a hole in his ankle there was tear through his leg and a whole bunch of fluids doing their level best to exit his frame at high pressure.
Ratchet swore and dove to crimp the lines. Skywarp's reflexive pull away earned him a whack on the knee from the medic's wrench (hard enough to briefly shock his lower leg to numbness), delivered with more swearing but without a glance in his direction.
At least Ratchet finally had his hands out of his warp system. He missed a vent. (The wobble in his already struggling systems almost stasis locked him. Whatever.) The Bot finally had his hands out of his warp system.
Pins through his frame were whatever, but the ones in the phase driver and the trace relays had to go.
He'd only get one movement, under a nanoklick, and he grabbed it while he could -- twist of the chest until the trace relay popped back in contact with its mate (pin loosed in his chest, later problem) -- right arm ripped free (the post by his elbow ripped out sideways through mesh, the one in his wrist went straight through, and the other two -- applied early on and not so embedded in the medberth -- mercifully came up with his arm) -- grabbed the post in the phase driver (the pain sickened him, but he remembered the feeling and was ready for it) and yanked out -- and warp.
The world turned inside out -- but not enough for him to grab onto the bit that he needed to and he didn't so much as flicker in place. His warp system whined shrilly and every part of him touching a warp component crackled. It hurt a lot.
Ratchet looked up at him, and Skywarp lunged forward with the post he'd ripped from himself. It skimmed off Ratchet's chest armor, but at least now that he was sitting up his drive wasn't quite so accessible.
The doctor crimped off another line in his ankle and raised an optic ridge at Skywarp. “Trying out the new drive already?”
Skywarp tried to elbow his left aux hyper nav into better contact with its base while keeping the post pointed at the doctor.
Ratchet laughed. "Please! Do warp, I'm fragging curious, will it rip you apart? Just short out? Maybe you --"
Yeah what the frag. He warped.
It was wrong and it took way more effort than it was supposed to and warpspace looked very wrong and he could only grab for the farthest bit he could reach while -- yeah it was kinda ripping him apart, that was weird to feel while he kinda didn't exist in a clear material sense.
But it worked.
Skywarp landed triumphantly, in excruciating pain, with way more momentum than he was supposed to, into a piece of furniture that upended and sent bits crashing everywhere. "Hah!" he shrieked in victory, shorting into static towards the end.
It was dizzying and hurt like acid on his warp system but he made it.
Skywarp got his good (well, his better) leg underneath himself and managed to heave himself somewhat vertical.
Ratchet stood, optics wide with surprise, about a wingspan away.
Well, scrap.
Skywarp kicked off another warp and immediately felt the power distribution unit along his left shoulder short out with an explosive pop that briefly washed out his sensory processing in favor of general pain. Space remained serenely unwarped.
Scraplets in a fragging barrel.
Ratchet was grabbing instruments from the main table behind him and shouting into comms for backup or something, Skywarp had really had enough of his voice so he opted out of hearing it.
Well, he was still going to die in the Autobot medbay so what the frag.
Skywarp launched himself towards the side wall, equal parts running, forcing sputters of thrust from his flight system, and pushing off whatever furniture he could get in reach.
Crashing around like a glitch, whatever, he knew exactly where some of the worst slag was in here and he knew they'd fix it, but at least he could die -- well, not with dignity but maybe without giving them an advantage.
He was going to destroy that fragging plateflayer (it looked like a prototype, fat welds and mismatched blades and) -- aw slag where'd it go? Where the machine should be sitting was a cabinet of spare parts. He shoved it off the counter, swinging his weight around so it came down between him and Ratchet, who was coming after him and could move faster (because he was intact) but hadn't managed to close the distance yet (because Skywarp was highly motivated).
Fine, then the ember cage. Third cabinet from the left on the island counter -- ok wow he was disoriented. Maybe he'd flipped himself on his way down from higher dimensions except he did that all the time and it never corrupted his maps that was ridiculous. Maybe they'd moved the important gear and just left the for real hospital stuff just in case this happened. Yeah, ok.
He was disoriented (and in lots and lots of pain) and it was awful and he wanted TC (but obviously not for TC to be here that would be even worse -- he wanted to be home and he wanted home to be) -- maybe he could just stab Ratchet in the hands.
Ratchet’s tone started off almost soothing. “We're almost done here, just one last relay. Now cut the squirming, you half glitched drone framed sludge swilling bird,” -- he escalated to full on scary snarling pretty quick -- “I am elbow fragging deep in important mechanisms and if I cut something critical, fragged if it's going to be an accident.”
Ok, the scary doctor had a point. Skywarp tried to stop squirming, only to remember that he wasn’t just squirming out of pride and a desire to escape, but actually he was in horrendous pain.
Another twist at something important and he couldn't help it, pure hardwired reflex had him twist and try to warp -- and frag he already learned that led to --
pain so deep it made him feel sick -- as soon as the systems even considered coming online, Ratchet slammed a pin through the third phase driver in the back of his thoracic cavity -- the part that was nearest to Ratchet's hand and most convenient to pin quickly. The world swam in offset overlays. It wasn't supposed to stay like that.
“Hrm.” Ratchet leaned in, fritzing into way too many angles for three dimensions and giving six and half different perspectives on ‘covered in energon and mildly curious’ which was really six and half too many. “Look at that, you're... I suppose that's what 'out of phase' looks like? Does that hurt?”
Yes. Yes it did.
Skywarp was trying to remember how to internally shut down some of his pain or at least his motor relays because every time he thrashed (and he was learning that sometimes you really couldn’t not thrash) Ratchet put another pin through another part. He was failing. He was wired much more to be aware of all his parts and could tell at the earliest brush that fingers were wrapping around the phase drive no no no --
The doctor gave an experimental tweak to the part.
Skywarp screamed until his voice cracked, pain wiping any shame he wanted to have at the sheer indignity of it.
Energon sprayed in his peripheral vision (in six-ten-two-one perspectives as the off-phase short circuited) and he realized he hadn't just screamed, he'd thrashed again and this time torn through the post pinning his right ankle. The post ripped out sideways through the mesh of his leg and caught on a strut and now instead of a hole in his ankle there was tear through his leg and a whole bunch of fluids doing their level best to exit his frame at high pressure.
Ratchet swore and dove to crimp the lines. Skywarp's reflexive pull away earned him a whack on the knee from the medic's wrench (hard enough to briefly shock his lower leg to numbness), delivered with more swearing but without a glance in his direction.
At least Ratchet finally had his hands out of his warp system. He missed a vent. (The wobble in his already struggling systems almost stasis locked him. Whatever.) The Bot finally had his hands out of his warp system.
Pins through his frame were whatever, but the ones in the phase driver and the trace relays had to go.
He'd only get one movement, under a nanoklick, and he grabbed it while he could -- twist of the chest until the trace relay popped back in contact with its mate (pin loosed in his chest, later problem) -- right arm ripped free (the post by his elbow ripped out sideways through mesh, the one in his wrist went straight through, and the other two -- applied early on and not so embedded in the medberth -- mercifully came up with his arm) -- grabbed the post in the phase driver (the pain sickened him, but he remembered the feeling and was ready for it) and yanked out -- and warp.
The world turned inside out -- but not enough for him to grab onto the bit that he needed to and he didn't so much as flicker in place. His warp system whined shrilly and every part of him touching a warp component crackled. It hurt a lot.
Ratchet looked up at him, and Skywarp lunged forward with the post he'd ripped from himself. It skimmed off Ratchet's chest armor, but at least now that he was sitting up his drive wasn't quite so accessible.
The doctor crimped off another line in his ankle and raised an optic ridge at Skywarp. “Trying out the new drive already?”
Skywarp tried to elbow his left aux hyper nav into better contact with its base while keeping the post pointed at the doctor.
Ratchet laughed. "Please! Do warp, I'm fragging curious, will it rip you apart? Just short out? Maybe you --"
Yeah what the frag. He warped.
It was wrong and it took way more effort than it was supposed to and warpspace looked very wrong and he could only grab for the farthest bit he could reach while -- yeah it was kinda ripping him apart, that was weird to feel while he kinda didn't exist in a clear material sense.
But it worked.
Skywarp landed triumphantly, in excruciating pain, with way more momentum than he was supposed to, into a piece of furniture that upended and sent bits crashing everywhere. "Hah!" he shrieked in victory, shorting into static towards the end.
It was dizzying and hurt like acid on his warp system but he made it.
Skywarp got his good (well, his better) leg underneath himself and managed to heave himself somewhat vertical.
Ratchet stood, optics wide with surprise, about a wingspan away.
Well, scrap.
Skywarp kicked off another warp and immediately felt the power distribution unit along his left shoulder short out with an explosive pop that briefly washed out his sensory processing in favor of general pain. Space remained serenely unwarped.
Scraplets in a fragging barrel.
Ratchet was grabbing instruments from the main table behind him and shouting into comms for backup or something, Skywarp had really had enough of his voice so he opted out of hearing it.
Well, he was still going to die in the Autobot medbay so what the frag.
Skywarp launched himself towards the side wall, equal parts running, forcing sputters of thrust from his flight system, and pushing off whatever furniture he could get in reach.
Crashing around like a glitch, whatever, he knew exactly where some of the worst slag was in here and he knew they'd fix it, but at least he could die -- well, not with dignity but maybe without giving them an advantage.
He was going to destroy that fragging plateflayer (it looked like a prototype, fat welds and mismatched blades and) -- aw slag where'd it go? Where the machine should be sitting was a cabinet of spare parts. He shoved it off the counter, swinging his weight around so it came down between him and Ratchet, who was coming after him and could move faster (because he was intact) but hadn't managed to close the distance yet (because Skywarp was highly motivated).
Fine, then the ember cage. Third cabinet from the left on the island counter -- ok wow he was disoriented. Maybe he'd flipped himself on his way down from higher dimensions except he did that all the time and it never corrupted his maps that was ridiculous. Maybe they'd moved the important gear and just left the for real hospital stuff just in case this happened. Yeah, ok.
He was disoriented (and in lots and lots of pain) and it was awful and he wanted TC (but obviously not for TC to be here that would be even worse -- he wanted to be home and he wanted home to be) -- maybe he could just stab Ratchet in the hands.
