"We're almost done, Mighty Galvatron," Scrapper soothed, a bit awkwardly from his position across Galvatron's knees. Long Haul and Bonecrusher had his arms, while Hook did his best to quickly repair the connectors in the warlord's shoulders. Galvatron snarled and struggled, more for the look of the thing than any real desire to hurt the Constructicons - but they well knew how quickly that could change.
"Done!" Hook announced, and the restrainers scattered. Galvatron surged to his feet, cannon tracking over their heads for an enemy that failed to materialize. It wavered, then lowered to draw a bead on a very amused Chosen One.
"Are you always this much of a baby about repairs?" Hot Rod asked, seemingly unconcerned.
Galvatron paused a moment, then snorted and lifted it away. "You," he pronounced, "are walking a thin line."
"I," Hot Rod answered loftily, "am being a perfect angel. Right, 'Aid?" He craned his head back to grin at the much more diminuitive medic patching his spoiler.
"Aside from taunting the Decepticon, sure," First Aid agreed indulgently. "Scavenger, would you hand me that spanner?"
"Right here," Scavenger replied warmly, passing the tool over to him. "And some paint as well, maybe?"
First Aid's hands, normally so steady, actually jittered. "Oh! Please don't go to any trouble."
"It's no trouble! I'll be right back."
First Aid watched silently as Scavenger scampered off. "I do believe you're being courted, my friend," Hot Rod teased gently.
"Roddy!" First Aid wailed, covering his face. "Don't say silly things like that."
Hot Rod laughed and slung an arm around his shoulders, scrubbing his knuckles over the young medic's helm. The two made so much commotion - and amused Galvatron and the Constructicons so much to watch them - that they almost missed the entrance of two more mechs, leaning against each other, into the repair bay.
Magnus cleared static from his vocalizer. "Excuse me..."
"It's not urgent, but..." Cyclonus added in a grumble.
The two of them were clearly not in danger of their lives; but they were equally as clearly in Sorry Shape, covered in scrapes and dents and each other's paint. Galvatron took one look and started smirking; Magnus blinked like a mech on the tail end of a bender and turned away, while Cyclonus straightened and flared his wings.
"Oh, the two of you," First Aid huffed, though his scolding lost something when he was half-draped over Hot Rod's lap. "Really!" The Constructicons shot each other indulgent grins; though his posture didn't wobble, Cyclonus seemed to lose just a little of his dignity.
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"We're almost done, Mighty Galvatron," Scrapper soothed, a bit awkwardly from his position across Galvatron's knees. Long Haul and Bonecrusher had his arms, while Hook did his best to quickly repair the connectors in the warlord's shoulders. Galvatron snarled and struggled, more for the look of the thing than any real desire to hurt the Constructicons - but they well knew how quickly that could change.
"Done!" Hook announced, and the restrainers scattered. Galvatron surged to his feet, cannon tracking over their heads for an enemy that failed to materialize. It wavered, then lowered to draw a bead on a very amused Chosen One.
"Are you always this much of a baby about repairs?" Hot Rod asked, seemingly unconcerned.
Galvatron paused a moment, then snorted and lifted it away. "You," he pronounced, "are walking a thin line."
"I," Hot Rod answered loftily, "am being a perfect angel. Right, 'Aid?" He craned his head back to grin at the much more diminuitive medic patching his spoiler.
"Aside from taunting the Decepticon, sure," First Aid agreed indulgently. "Scavenger, would you hand me that spanner?"
"Right here," Scavenger replied warmly, passing the tool over to him. "And some paint as well, maybe?"
First Aid's hands, normally so steady, actually jittered. "Oh! Please don't go to any trouble."
"It's no trouble! I'll be right back."
First Aid watched silently as Scavenger scampered off. "I do believe you're being courted, my friend," Hot Rod teased gently.
"Roddy!" First Aid wailed, covering his face. "Don't say silly things like that."
Hot Rod laughed and slung an arm around his shoulders, scrubbing his knuckles over the young medic's helm. The two made so much commotion - and amused Galvatron and the Constructicons so much to watch them - that they almost missed the entrance of two more mechs, leaning against each other, into the repair bay.
Magnus cleared static from his vocalizer. "Excuse me..."
"It's not urgent, but..." Cyclonus added in a grumble.
The two of them were clearly not in danger of their lives; but they were equally as clearly in Sorry Shape, covered in scrapes and dents and each other's paint. Galvatron took one look and started smirking; Magnus blinked like a mech on the tail end of a bender and turned away, while Cyclonus straightened and flared his wings.
"Oh, the two of you," First Aid huffed, though his scolding lost something when he was half-draped over Hot Rod's lap. "Really!" The Constructicons shot each other indulgent grins; though his posture didn't wobble, Cyclonus seemed to lose just a little of his dignity.