Optimus walked through the space bridge and into the base tired. He had just been out patrolling, for the third time that day. He was sore and exhausted, his insomnia not allowing him to rest for a few solar cycles. Was it five... or maybe six?
"Welcome back." Said Ratchet, grumpy as ever. He looked to his leader, and his optics softened. "Optimus? When was the last time you went into stasis?"
Optimus looked at his old friend and smiled slightly. Though Ratchet could be very grumpy, he cared. "A few solar cycles." he said, shrugging.
Ratchet folded his arms in front of his chest. "Optimus you know very well that as a doctor I can't allow you to strain yourself like this. Go to you're quarters and try to o into stasis for awhile. At least try."
Optimus sighed, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get out of this. "Fine. Tell the others that I'm in my quarters if they need me." He said, walking towards his quarters.
"They won't need you!" Ratchet shouted in reply, rolling his optics. He already knew that Optimus would have trouble falling into stasis, he always had. He had an idea though... a certain Femme could help out.
5 years, 6 months ago
18 Aug 2013 21:11 CEST