TF-'verse. Nellis AF base. Moving in

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Starforge looks up from where he's building a bunk in one of the spare rooms of what will be he and Arcee's new quarters. "Hunter! Knock it off. Now."

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The automatic response was a sort of melted posture and a happily wiggling nose as his creator considered this point.

"I can make other stuff too," he ventured. "I'm learning how to make cannons, even."

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"Hmmm." Ironhide frowns absently and without anger. "You need to be careful with that."

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He blinked, then looked down.

"I know. I don't make ammo or anythin', or let Hunter have 'em. I just... I just can."

Maybe what the human said in the Nexus was true. Maybe this would make his grandpa like him.

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"But why bother with guns? You could probably be a medic, with this sort of skill."

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"Ratchet's the medic," he said, shoulders slumping. It wasn't any good. "And... and I can't fight at all, so I should make stuff to fight with."

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Ironhide's about to point out that having more than one medic is a good thing, but then blinks and leans back slightly to see Startracker better at that last bit of logic. "What?"

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Startracker blinked, then managed to look up at him.

"I...I'm no good at bein' a fighter... but if I make stuff, you know, gear, then I won't be useless."

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His grandfather is frowning again, but in confusion. "Startracker... Autobots are not all about fighting. We have no reason to, now that the war is over."

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He looked at him, frowning in confusion.

"But.... but only fighters made it, and we're still under attack a lot, and Sunhunter said you hate Ratchet 'cause you think his job's dumb," he said.

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"Under attack a lot...." Ironhide blinks. "I don't hate Ratchet."

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"But you're always calling him names and making fun of his job," Startracker said, looking thoroughly confused. Them ouse canted its head and shrugged.