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

[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!]

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Preach it to the choir, new guy.

I'm not interested in staying, but that's the fact. We're here for now until we can get out. So, you may just have to deal with it for now.

Barricade.

Hear hear.

[ Ratchet sounds drained, but staying up late and forgetting to fuel up does that to a mech. Someone's been working hard on redesigning the BP team's engines. ]

[You are quite the traveler! Drift is impressed.]

Did you have peace, in any of these Cybertrons?

Oh, I know the drill, don't worry. Stuck somewhere with no way of going home, don't go poking the big space-time rift-slash-wormhole in the sky and you'll probably live.

Just gettin' a touch tired of it. [So, so tired.]

... Shockwave.

I wasn't expecting familiar company.

Well I'm glad someone agrees. Though you sound like you've seen better days regardless.

[Point in fact you sound like one of his three-day benders fixing everyone that called in Axiom.]

[... you, good sir, look a little like Deadlock from the station. It's enough to give him pause.]

Ah. One. But it was bound in red tape. Met a lot of decent mechs while I was there, at least.

I'm stuck on primordial Cybertron trying to figure out how to engineer the engines of a team of man-made transforming robots to process energon so that they don't die of starvation.

[ He rolls his shoulders with an audible creak. There's no damage, per se. He just has been hunched over his work bench far too long. ]

Yes, I have definitely seen better days.

[And sound the same, though...maybe a bit cheerier.]

Red tape? [That's a weird image. Like a giant ball of string. Except red.] There are a lot of decent mechs here, too.

Sounds like you oughta treat the gears in your shoulders a little more kindly too.

[At the very least this has disrailed his ranting a little. He's always been a bit of a workaholic and from the sounds of things they could use medics more than bartenders... or fighters.]

Designing engines f'r human-built robots you say? Guessing they run on gas originally?

[This is starting to feel weird. Like he's in an episode of Twilight Zone.]

Lots of forms signed in triplicate and jumping through metaphorical hoops. [Which makes him crazy.] I'd hope so or my stay is going t'be unpleasant. I'm sorry, but... you got a name, mech?

If I had the time, I'd do so, but unfortunately I don't. [Not to mention that there aren't any medics around here who he'd trust to help him with maintenance. ]

And yes, they did, which is a bit of a problem given the lack of it around here. I think I've got a design, but I'm ... [A weary sigh] Placing this without proper testing could lead to some very bad outcomes, and I'd rather not explode a friend if I can prevent it.

Sounds like every medic I've ever met. [You have his sympathy. On both fronts, in fact.]

Huh. I've got some experience with upgrades. Could double-check the design if you want. Fresh set of optics and all. And it's better than me storming around complaining uselessly about the things I was in the middle of on the station. [Besides, the project has piqued his curiosity. Putting Cybertronian mechanisms into man-made machines is something he hasn't done before.]

Oh. That sounds unpleasant. And boring.

I haven't run into any of that here. Though Liege Maximo is a bit of a neat freak.

[Seriously. Do not track rust on his floors. ]

I...uh. [This could be bad. If this new mech were a member of the DJD, very badly. But he could surely convince him, even so, that this was not a place for that sort of grudge.]

Drift.

Yeah, pretty much.

[ A surprised blink. ]

Ah, well... I wouldn't say no, I suppose. Are you a medic, an engineer or... something else? [ He figures that since this mech offered, he's got some skill, though. ]

So it sounds like someone's been around the block. Terrible!

But, guess we're all stuck together now. It might not mean much, but I guess we're just going to have to deal with it now.

It was agonizing, so I'm glad to hear that's not happening here.

Heh. I'll keep that in mind.

[Huh. So... not Deadlock. Well, obviously, anyway; blue optics and not red. And he's actually polite. Which is a brilliant change of pace. He twitches a slight smile. Maybe things will go more smoothly here...?]

Sorry. Just kinda look like someone I met once. Designation's Barricade. It's a pleasure.

Medic, by way of the arenas in Axiom Nexus. Mostly specialized in designing and installing unusual upgrades, and quick repairs in combat. If you need my credentials...

[He already has files packed in case of something like that; after his own Ratchet disbelieved him it seemed prudent.]

Darlin', I've been around the block enough to circle Earth's moon at least twice, I'm sure. [Bad joke. Anyway.]

We're all in it together, right? For better or for worse.

[...Ugh, how does one try to be. Helpful, verbally. He should probably let McCrane or Deckerd worry about it, but.]

Yo, Ratchet. Take a break or something. Don't want you to wear yourself out, understand?

Never heard of Axiom Nexus, but if you've got credentials, I wouldn't mind seeing them... [ He'll save a true decision for after he's seen this mech work, but until then, paperwork can't really hurt his claims. ]

Granted, I also wouldn't mind having your name. [ A bit of a smirk. ] I'm Ratchet.

Sounds rough, baby. But I suppose that's life. One moment you're minding your own business, patrolling the highway, and then bam -- interdimensional gateway.

That's the idea.

And here I thought you'd be itching to get off that berth, Gunmax. [ You can't see the raised eyebrow, but it's audible. ]

Don't you worry about me. I'll rest when I'm ready to.

At your expense? C'mon! I don't think Deckerd or McCrane would be too terribly pleased with me.

Pushing ourselves to ridiculous levels seems to be a bit of a bad habit around here, isn't it. Heh. Just take your own advice sometime. I can't exactly pick you up like this if you fall down, Doctor.

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