10th shot fired [text -> audio]

[oneeyedterror]

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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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[neededthat]

[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.

[oneeyedterror]

I could kill you instead.

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

[neededthat]

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.]

[oneeyedterror]

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.

[neededthat]

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

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

You're insane!

[oneeyedterror]

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

Whirl starts to laugh.]

[neededthat]

[He blinks owlishly before he frowns tighter.]

What's so funny?!

[oneeyedterror]

[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.

[neededthat]

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?]

[oneeyedterror]

Yeah, yer a coward.

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

I pity your stupid digimon.

[neededthat]

[He grips his hand into a fist.]

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

[oneeyedterror]

Is defending yourself retaliation?

[He laughs again.]

That's a new one.

[neededthat]

[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.

[oneeyedterror]

[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.

[neededthat]

[He gives one last glare to Whirl over his shoulder before he walks back to town, still holding his shoulder.]