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[docbot]

[ There's just a bunch of static on the line for a long while, and it wouldn't be very interesting to most unless you recognized the sender ID as a familiar one. After a few minutes of noise, a few words finally make it through. ]

*kssh*-elp would be ... a-*kshhhh*-ciated. Again thi-*kshh* is Ra-*Kssshhhhhh*

[ And then the audio fades out into white noise for a few more seconds before cutting out completely. But perhaps you recognized the voice from the few seconds it came through? ]

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[Audio]

[docbot]

[ There's a bit of a pause, then a sighing gust of static before Ratchet responds. ]

I was *kshh* in *kshh* Badlands.

[Audio]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

What's your status, Doc. I'll...I'll come find you.

[He doesn't even know how to anything at the moment.

Someone 'died' and 'came back'. It's not a familiar feeling. Now he knows what Bulkhead went through with his death.]

[Audio]

[docbot]

Nav and *kssh*nometer's glitching, but I'm ... fine otherwise. [ Maybe a bit dented, but the scarring's mental, not physical. ]

On the border of the Badlands now. Ratchet's coming for me...?

[ Implying that you're welcome to wait or join the search party if you want. ]

[Audio]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

I'll uh...I'll see you in the med bay.

[He's got a feeling you'll end up there. Occupation or casualty inflicted.]

[Audio]

[docbot]

Hm... hopefully not because you're a patient there?

[ Not that he has high hopes, but. ]

[Audio]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

For once? No. It's Bulk who's checked in.


For...checkups. Tox-En exposure and all that...

[His voice drops at that.]

[Audio]

[docbot]

Tox-En? But I already... [ Oh, suddenly everything sinks in. ]

It looks like time is playing tricks on me. [ Extremely unimpressed, that is Ratchet. ]