[Voice]

[vandalization]

[A heavily modulated male voice crackles over the network. Each word is broken up by heavy breathing.]

Can you hear me? Is this working?

This is RIG number 438642. My name is-

This is Vandal.

Please. Someone who isn't a freak in a cloak, please respond.

I need to get back to the sprawl. I need- Oh fucking shit I can see the bone. God damn it stop bleeding.

Please help. I need to get back to Titan Station. I'm. Hurt. Badly. Bleeding.

Please.

[Click.]

Comments

[docbot]

[ Ratchet was, in fact, planning on smacking Drift in the face with a door, but he also doesn't want to agitate his patient further. ]

Next time, you could comm someone else like, say, me? And we'll get to it.

You can trust other people to do things for you, you know.

[ And perhaps the reproach will sink in better than physical trauma. Who knows? Ratchet's got a patient to tend to, anyway. ]

Right, so I still don't know your name, human, but I'm going to start moving now. Buckle up if you can, but if not, we'll manage.

[sword_redemption]

[Drift suspects as much, but thankfully, he does have a swordsmech's reflexes, so he ducks back, just in case. ]

You were busy. [Excuse #1, and its best friend, Excuse #2. ]

Besides. Someone shows up injured, maybe they're in danger.

[The kind of danger Drift is good at. ]

I. Uh. They shouldn't have to.

That's Vandal. Vandal killed a reactor. [Be impressed!]

You want me to go ahead of you?

[vandalization]

[Oh Drift. You're too precious for words. Once she's inside it's all she can do to go limp and simply bleed all over Ratchet's upholstery.]