31: Not My Dream - S

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Ratchet's kids are having problems picking the academy of their choice.

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Ratchet knew the cries weren't something good.

Time felt like it passed so fast, they went from attending the little academy to now having to choose the next one which will determine what they want to do. The choice can surely be tough to deal with for some but for others, they already knew.

"Blades, everything alright?" Ratchet slowly entered the bot's room, seeing a giant mess within it.

"None of these look any less stressful!" Blades scattered the datapads even more, a mess of them remaining on the floor. "I'm so restricted with my choices!"

because Blades had the same medical parts as Ratchet, it left the options very limited. any bot with special parts that are mostly uncommon to the traditional set-up are normally forced into what is required from them. Ratchet knew he still had other choices, but there wasn't really anything else he could try.

"It's not like you can get them removed either, but you have to pick one." Ratchet tries to reassure, but Blades was right, no medic is ever not stressed out.

"Life is so unfair, none of this is my cube of energon." Blades looked at another, throwing it into the stack of other ones that were clearly not of his liking. "don't put me anywhere near a medical bay."

"Working at a medical bay isn't for anyone." Ratchet mentions. "My sister found something while working at one."

"that sounds impossible." Blades comments. "what one did you end up going to again?"

"that old place shut down not long after I graduated, pretty sure some group decided to destroy it and they never rebuilt it." Ratchet answers, trying to recall such an old place in his mind.

a loud thud was made suddenly, almost as if someone fell over. Ratchet decides to go investigate while Blades continues to be in his little crisis. entering the room where the source of sound had come from, he found Heatwave standing in disappointment.

"Everything alright here?" Ratchet questions, seeing how there are a couple datapads in a pile with a label on them as some others are scattered around the room. "Need to type about it?"

Heatwave types on a datapad, the only way he has communicated for quite some time. he was never forced to talk, Ratchet never tried to make him, but he made sure Heatwave knew how to communicate well. he was given more reading and writing material and with help, was able to learn Cybertronian sign language, but doesn't use that often because it is pretty much a dead language to the planet.

"I know, you want to be just like her." Ratchet says after reading the datapad that was handed back to him. "they don't offer any of it really anymore, they say there is no use."

"Why does this have to be so hard?!" Blades' voice echoed from his own room, still in the deep struggles of deciding.

he could see the frown planted on Heatwave's face plates, throwing one of the datapads across the room.

"I would tell you to go get that but I don't think you need it." Ratchet says, then pulling out a datapad of his own. "I've done some searching of my own that might be able to help you decide, they have it so you need to know medical basics."

Heatwave went to grab the datapad as they both heard the sounds of a loud continuous thud, looking over to find Blades tumbling on the floor as if he was going to die.

"Blades!" Ratchet had to go chase his other child down, at least to try and get him to calm down a bit to at least pick something.

Heatwave wanted to follow the path like Starlight, but unfortunately couldn't as that job was pretty much out of business. Blades didn't want to be a medic at all, but he had no choice but to pick something along those lines.

He hopes they pick something soon though.


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