Ratchet, although usually a very precise and careful mech, had made the rather foolish decision to inject his Synthetic Energon prototype into himself. He claimed it was a way to test its practicality, but with the newfound strength and agility it suddenly supplied him with, Ratchet was anxious to continue using it.

Of course, the side effects of it were not things he had been prepared for. Along with his upgrades, his personality got a significant downgrade- or upgrade, depending on how you look at it. He was suddenly cocky, violent, and eager to prove himself. Optimus and the others were worried about him, but Ratchet brushed off their concerns as jealousy.

At the Autobot outpost, Ratchet was being particularly competitive. In a spacious room that was mostly empty, currently being used as a training area for the Autobots, Ratchet challenged Bulkhead to a fight. He could tell that all eyes, though few, were on him. He knew no one thought he could properly take on Bulkhead in a fight. That, and the volatile synth-en in his system, only fueled his need to show off.

And he did.

To everyones surprise, he was able to take down Bulkhead in a single move. It wasn't enough for Ratchet however. He wanted more. He needed everyone to see how much more he was than a lousy homebody medic.

His optics met yours. You had been watching his fight with Bulkhead from across the room. Ratchet took your stare as a challenge, as he stalked over to you, a confident smirk on his face. His optics, normally blue, were glowing the same bright green as the synth-en in flowing through him.

"How about you? Want to take me on?" He asked, getting all up in your personal space for no good reason. You couldn't tell if Ratchet was somehow offended by your presence, or just wanted more reason to show off. Before you could respond, Ratchet added a final taunt.

"Scared you're going to lose to a medic?"