Hey now, don't be rude. Nothing wrong with his recharge habits, since that was separate from being knocked offline in battle!
"I'm sure he's sturdy enough to take it," Megatron said flippantly, tossing Ratchet a smirk and then gave Optimus' something of a teasing grin even as he stayed sitting since it cut down on the vicious flares of pain every time he so much as shifted. But from what he knew of pain, this seemed more to be... Frowning to himself, Megatron experimentally snapped out the claws on the hand he was feeling around the entry points for the needles with and prodded the same.
Well, that hurt, but not at all in the same way as what was inside... Which felt like the pain was coming from something... slightly removed from him? Somewhat like having a blade stuck in a wound, electricity led through the knife itself for example, and thus not directly causing harm.
It was odd.
Looking up as Optimus forfeited his full (and, yes, necessary, if the needles had reached the spark chamber) repair, Megatron hesitated for a moment as Ratchet told him to open up and then just snorted.
"I don't think I know you well enough for that, Ratchet..." But contrary to the words, the plates in the center of Megatron's chestplates slid apart and to the side, allowing the (still closed and shielded) spark chamber to come into view.
The damage on the way towards the spark chamber was obvious, but it was clear the needles hadn't reached their intended target because of something that very clearly shouldn't be stuck into the bottom of Megatron's spark chamber, but was.
"I assume you got back up on your feet in time to get rid of the rest of them." Megatron's optics were narrow as he spoke, not bothering to attempt to get a glance down into his spark chamber (which he wouldn't be able to see properly anyway), and rather focusing his attention on Optimus, tilting his helm in what was obvious - if silent - gratitude.
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Date: 2012-09-21 06:08 pm (UTC)"I'm sure he's sturdy enough to take it," Megatron said flippantly, tossing Ratchet a smirk and then gave Optimus' something of a teasing grin even as he stayed sitting since it cut down on the vicious flares of pain every time he so much as shifted. But from what he knew of pain, this seemed more to be... Frowning to himself, Megatron experimentally snapped out the claws on the hand he was feeling around the entry points for the needles with and prodded the same.
Well, that hurt, but not at all in the same way as what was inside... Which felt like the pain was coming from something... slightly removed from him? Somewhat like having a blade stuck in a wound, electricity led through the knife itself for example, and thus not directly causing harm.
It was odd.
Looking up as Optimus forfeited his full (and, yes, necessary, if the needles had reached the spark chamber) repair, Megatron hesitated for a moment as Ratchet told him to open up and then just snorted.
"I don't think I know you well enough for that, Ratchet..." But contrary to the words, the plates in the center of Megatron's chestplates slid apart and to the side, allowing the (still closed and shielded) spark chamber to come into view.
The damage on the way towards the spark chamber was obvious, but it was clear the needles hadn't reached their intended target because of something that very clearly shouldn't be stuck into the bottom of Megatron's spark chamber, but was.
"I assume you got back up on your feet in time to get rid of the rest of them." Megatron's optics were narrow as he spoke, not bothering to attempt to get a glance down into his spark chamber (which he wouldn't be able to see properly anyway), and rather focusing his attention on Optimus, tilting his helm in what was obvious - if silent - gratitude.