[Audio] [Transmission Originating from: Solian Temple] - First Offense

[namesnotprowl]

[There’s a low, frustrated sigh and for a long moment, that’s all there is. Then, someone starts speaking.]

So. I’m dragged to some other Cybertron, go through hours of paperwork, and get dumped on the street. Then I drop off the face of that Cybertron onto a space station in the middle of nowhere and get dumped in a pile of junk that I have to crawl out of.

Now I drop off the face of the station and wind up here with someone in a hood telling me I’m on Cybertron. Again. Not even the same Cybertron, some other Cybertron.

I was in the middle of something! Very important things! [Bartending and best friend things!]

Comments

[Voice]

[namesnotprowl]

More pleased t'hear that than you might think. Not often I hear that I've got skills for medical work anymore. [Then again, you couldn't swing a tire flail on Sacrosanct without hitting a medic or engineer.]

As for your name... well. I've met Ratchets from several dimensions, and not one of them has been less than the premiere medic of either faction in their dimension.

[Voice]

[docbot]

Well, you do.

[ Short and sweet. Partially because that's just how Ratchet rolls, and partially so that he won't give away how much his face is heating. He hasn't heard compliments like this in... a long time. He knows he's good, but his team's been together for so long that they all just take it for granted. Good thing this is voice only, yes? ]

And, ah... Hah. There could be worse interdimensional reputations, I suppose.

[Voice]

[namesnotprowl]

Still. Kind'a you to say.

[As for what Barricade said about Ratchets... well, it's the truth for once. Nevermind that his own life was saved by a Ratchet once, one that he respected over other medics he'd met. It's not like he'd toss around that sort of thing without reason.]

Certainly could be. Ought t'give you a bit of respect from most Autobots, at least, regardless of what dimension you're from personally. Lot easier to deal with compliant patients.

[Voice]

[docbot]

[ Ratchet waves a hand. ] Just the truth.

[ A snort. ]

That'll be the day. I get respect from Autobots sometimes, but compliance? Pff. Not unless I weld them to the bed.

[Voice]

[namesnotprowl]

Welding them down, really? Mm, can't say I've tried that... Usually just gotta threaten mine with extra injuries or disabling their motor function. Folks hate being completely limp while they're fixed, lemme tell you.

[Voice]

[docbot]

Hah. Yes, I'm sure those methods would work too. In a battle situation, though, welding's just faster and more efficient. [grumble] Blasted soldiers have an obsession with getting back out into the field even if they're just about falling apart.

[Voice]

[namesnotprowl]

Antsy Decepticons ain't much better, whether they're on the battlefield or not. Can't really say anything about the soldiers though, seeing as I was one of those kind. Rather be anywhere but being fixed.

[Voice]

[docbot]

Decepticons? Really? [ He doesn't sound outright hostile about this, although he is somewhat on edge. Knock Out's been good thus far, but Starscream... not so much. ]

[Voice]

[namesnotprowl]

Really. Did some work on Autobots too, though, just not mine. But things've changed lately. [Not that he wouldn't keep working on any Cybertronian that needed it... besides his own Autobots.]

[Voice]

[docbot]

Right... [ Ratchet nods and decides that he'll give this mech a chance. He seems a decent sort. ] Well, regardless of what you might have done in the past, I look forward to working with you here.

[Voice]

[namesnotprowl]

[It's complicated, really. And strongly related to Ratchet's version of Soundwave, not that Barricade knows it yet.] And I look forward to working with you as well.