|A Transformers Prime Fanfiction starring everyone's favorite medic, Ratchet.|
Conference WoesConference Woes by praxcrown5
It was late in the evening at the Iacon Clinic and Triage Facility.
Io hadn’t intended to pull a double shift in the Intensive Care ward, but the only other ‘Bot on duty—a mech that went by the rather off-putting name of “Ring Cutter”—had been called away on some important business.
It had been an uneventful night.
Admittedly, this was a good thing, as it meant that her charges were healthy and recovering…but it also meant a lot of sitting and waiting. She hated waiting. If this were recreational downtime, alone she could amuse herself by keeping apprised of new energon research or enjoying a drink at the bar. But on call, all she could do was think. And right now, thinking was a bad thing.
As was sitting.
She therefore made it a point, every groon or so, to force herself to her trods and totter around the room as best as she could to check energon regulators and electronic pulse monitors. It wasn’t
I'm a geek, first and foremost. I'm a volcanologist by trade; closet artist by night. I am especially fond of cartoons and cartooning; I'm even working on an American Manga--that is, when I'm not teaching at the local college, grading, playing adjunct geology curator at the local museum, cooking or cleaning.|
Current Residence: The Lone Star State
Favourite genre of music: video game, classical, electronic, certain dubstep remixes...
Favourite style of art: Pseudo-realism/mech
Operating System: I hate computers
Shell of choice: my own
Favourite cartoon character: Inspector Gadget, Bushroot, Liquidator, TFP Ratchet
Personal Quote: "YOU MISSED....WITH A CANNON!!!!!!!"
|--Post War and Wings Fics: |
-Visiting Hours (1/2 done)
-Femme, Reformatted (planning)
-The Xenocryst Memoirs (planning)
Aux List (busts and lineart)
--B-day art for Joy (lineart done; coloring IP)
Stuffs that I want to do: