battlecomputer:
Prowl waits patiently as the other mech washes his servos, filing a possible connection between that action and whatever was in the closet for future review. Just because he couldn’t focus on that mystery didn’t mean he wasn’t going to search for clues.
“A bot like me?” he repeats, sounding more curious than offended. For now. Bumblebee’s report had mentioned that these mechanisms seemed to have a little ‘too much’ intel, but the comment still caught him off guard. Sure, he wasn’t actually the welcoming committee right now, but he liked to think he would be on the list in a normal scenario.
“I didn’t think I needed to bring anything. From what I hear, you have more than enough energon.” There is a hint of teasing in his voice, softening the blow of what Prowl intends to be a most casual accusation. “But I can come back with some party hats.”
Codeblue gestures to Prowl and tilts his head, “Yeah, you know. An en-….a narc.” he corrects himself, glancing away and muttering something about ‘not being able to keep all these timelines straight’ under his breath. “Bots like you back home? Always had a stick up their aft ready to have me hop to.” He pointed to the medic symbol upon his shoulder. “I look like a solider to you?” He shook his head and waved it off before he chuckled and stood up from where he’d been leaning to walk over and check a few patient charts, might as well. “Yeah that was a combination of my idea and Redstrike’s. He figured out you guys were fighting over energy with the Decepticons and pondered if fixing the energy issue would help calm down the war. Then Spyder comes back nearly in tears and…well..now you’re here. So we scrapped that plan, sent all that excess energon back to some bots who needed it from our …neck of the woods so to speak.” he picked up a datapad and jotted down a few notations before he turned back to Prowl. “Some medical scans would be nice. I’m a medic, I can’t know how to work on a patient unless I have some idea of their medical history. What makes ‘em tick…all that.” He turned toward Prowl and took a few steps forward only to tilt his head and huff a little. “Pretty…but can’t tell what’s keeping you on your feet unless I look under the hood…so to speak.”
“A narc?” he does sound offended this time. He knows the word and its connotations. He doesn’t know how it possibly could describe him, however. Nor does he understand the comments about sticks or their whereabouts.
“Do you think all soldiers look the same?” he asks, because he doesn’t think medic and solider were mutually exclusive.
Prowl looks at Codeblue incredulously. That would have been a forward statement from someone Prowl knew, and this mechanism just wanted to peek under his hood at their first meeting? What kind of bot does he think Prowl is?
“No, you cannot scan me.”
