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10th shot fired [text -> audio]

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[Whoops, looks like someone is having issues with the Terminal device. But hey! It's clicks to audio and the voice is Whirl's but there is something more... Mechanical to it, and it seems a bit further away than usual too.]

Slagging hell. Claw friendly my backside.

We got any good medics around here, cause I need to know what to do when you can't feel your head or hands anymore.

[Of course anyone near the outskirts of town can spot Whirl as he is, 30+ foot tall robot he is, but for now he's going to try and turn the terminal off. Enjoy the sounds of claws scraping and clacking against it and failing to turn it off.]

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You're also assuming they're always around me.

[Which they ARE, but Whirl isn't going to say that.]

Hm... You really don't like the little guy, do you?

I never said that.

[He glances up at him.]

He just thinks he's capable of being Autobot material. I have yet to see such evidence.

You don't need to say it.

[He's bringing both claws up to grab Ratchet's shoulders, there is nothing nice about his grip either.]

Funny thing that, I don't think any of us are.

[Ratchet flinches and moves to try and pry his claws off him.]

You don't know what we've been through. And either do I with you.

[Being from different universes and all.]

I know he is not capable of holding his own.

[Nope, nope, going to grip harder.]

You're a frikking medic, and nothing has happened since you've gotten here.

[Whirl is just bringing his "face" closer to Ratchet's now.]

You two haven't even frikking fought, or had him die on you. So I really don't think you know slag.

[He could feel his panelling on his shoulders groan under the pressure. He grits his teeth as he tries harder to pry those claws off.]

Do you think I want that to happen to either of us?! [He snaps back at him.]

He's better off studying than trying to be a fighter!

Dying here means nothing. [The more Ratchet struggles the harder Whirl clamps his claws down.]

And what if he wants to fight, hm? You gonna tell him no?

[Ratchet winces as he starts to feel his shoulders give into the pressure of his claws, bending easily.]

Whirl...!

[He winces and tries to pull away, seeing that his attempts to pry him off were failing. He digs his feet into the ground, joints groaning in effort.]

This is unnecessary!

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[Whirl doesn't respond, well not with words.

Instead he slams his head hard into Ratchet's, letting go of the other's shoulders at the same time. Essentially making his timing to knock Ratchet off his feet.

Hi welcome to Whirl actually being able to do what he fucking wants to anyone, the one downside to being back in his real body.]

[Well, he was not expecting that at all.

He stumbles back at the force of the blow, falling back on his rear as he does so. The medic sits up, wincing as he feels energon leaking from the corner of his mouth. He wipes it away and stares up at him in disbelief.]

W...What on earth was that for?!

[He gingerly lifts up his hand to the forehead, feeling an apparent dent in it. That smarts.]

I felt like it.

[Well no, it's more he was getting ticked off by Ratchet and he's able to actually do something about it now.

Do something and leave lasting damage that is.]

That and maybe knock some sense into your brain module.

[Ratchet scoffs and moves to stand back up, despite the world spinning on him.]

You think I'm going to let you bully your way into changing my mind? [He rolls his optics, dusting himself off.]

I think not.

I could kill you instead.

[Said so simply, as if killing another Autobot is no big deal.]

Y-You wouldn't dare...!

There's no point in it! Just because I don't agree with you, doesn't contribute to a reason tokill me.

[But he takes a step back, standing defensively.]

Heh, who says it's because we disagree? I just haven't got to scrap anything since I got here.

[He crouches and takes a step forward, his optic bright and he brings both claws up in what could be called an attack gesture.]

And medics are easy targets.

So you're just picking me off, is that it?!

[He takes a few steps aside, trying to avoid that gesture.]

You're insane!

[He's staying perfectly still as Ratchet talks and when the Autobot medic is done?

Whirl starts to laugh.]

[He blinks owlishly before he frowns tighter.]

What's so funny?!

[And when he stops laughing, Whirl is going right back into Ratchet's personal space.]

You. You're not anything like the Ratchet back home.

He'd have shot me twice by now.

I'm not looking to fight you Whirl.

[He says, standing up a little straighter, holding one of his shoulders. But he stands defiant, glaring up into that lamp-head of his.]

No. I'm not like your Ratchet back home. Nor do I want to be or will I ever be, like your Ratchet.

[He was who he was, and that was that. Why should he be like Whirl's Ratchet?]

Yeah, yer a coward.

[That lamp head isn't showing one lick of emotion either.]

I pity your stupid digimon.

[He grips his hand into a fist.]

A coward? How am I a coward?! Because I won't retaliate?

Is defending yourself retaliation?

[He laughs again.]

That's a new one.

[Ratchet rolls his optics. This was getting him nowhere.

He winces and turns to walk back to town. He didn't wish to attempt to transform with his damaged shoulder panels.]

If you'll excuse me, I need to repair myself.

[Man, part of Whirl is tempted to do something just because Ratchet turned his back to him.

But he doesn't.]

Have fun with that, Doc.

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