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[McCoy looks like he needs a bath and a comb to run through his hair. Also, twenty-four hours bed rest. Behind him, there's some activity going on, and the background should be obvious to a few.]

As much as I'd like to be out there, helping you all out, and tending to the wounded on the field, unfortunately, I'm holed up here. [He is sincerely worried and a bit disappointed.] However, since I'm a doctor and not a soldier, this is where I belong. Which is the medical clinic in Solus's temple.

I can't say I'd be much help in terms of the wounded robots and certain alien lifeforms, but for the humans out there: if you're able to get here and need treatment, I'll be available. [curses] It may be difficult, however; the best route here is through the underground tunnels, but since the bugs seem to come from underground, it may be very dangerous and highly risky. I recommend having an escort - a really big, well-armed escort, if possible.

[He pauses a moment to rake hands through his hair. Frustrated that he's kind of helpless.]

If it's an emergency, if anyone can provide the means of transportation, I'm willing to leave. [McCoy glances at origin of noise offscreen, then back again] There's another medic here. Says his name's Ambulance or something. We haven't really had the time to talk. But he's no good for transportation. Something about a "bum leg".

At least none of the damn things have managed to get in here. [infinite grumbling]

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"Hate the game, not"... [Signature raised eyebrow] That's an old chestnut, too. [Yes, and he is happy, thank you.]

An "upgrade"? [If McCoy knew what the Borg were, MAN...] What does an "upgrade" entail? [He smirks and folds his arms again.] Can't say I have. It's been a while since I've watched any cinemas. But if I'm goin' by the title, I think I'd rather skip it.

It's not so old where I come from. [Your loss, those were lovely weapons, made to be admired.]

It means new amazing abilities that will prolong your possibilities of survival. [IF only, McCoy.] Oh but it's a classic and rather funny. I have a copy stored somewhere in my datapad.

We have medicine to help us stay fit and strong, actually. But death's an inevitable fate for us humans. At least for now. [He doesn't sound bitter or anything (for once).] But many humans are now living well in their hundreds. Not sure if it'd be worth it, but... Who knows. Maybe I'll die at the ripe old age of 145.

[snorts] And... Yeah, well, count me out on watchin' that.

Cybertronians get sick too, we can't always stay strong but we can try our best. If you have the opportunity to be better why not to take it? Death will always come to find you in the end. [KO is genuinely curious, not sounding condescending for once either.] 145 is still pretty young.

[For him, at least. How much humans live, anyway?] Excellent. Then you can tell me what do you think about it.

Do robots get the flu? [amused smirk]

Well, if I can live up to 145 years, I ain't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth and say that's "still pretty young". Before I know it, with my luck, a meteor comes crashin' in on me while I'm sleepin'.

What's the flu? A sickness, I take it. We got things like the Red Dust, the Cosmic Rust, Cybercrosis, Cybonic plague, Ear Fungus, very old Cybertronians get Metal fatigues... [He can go on and on about this.]

I guess you have a point. How can you live so few? It's almost worrisome.

Yes, it's a type of common ailment with humans. And, okay, wait - [he looks perplexed a moment] Ear fungus? You... You can get ear fungus. [He arches a brow] Do you even have ears?

I guess you can think of short life spans as motivation to live life to the fullest, if it's so short.

[McCoy you are probably talking with the only Cybertronian here that has very visible ~~elf ears~~ audials. Knock out tilts his head and gives him a 'Really, really?' looks.] I sincerely hope you are trying to be funny.

Hm, makes sense.

[Well, you also have ridges on your head. How does he know those aren't ears, either? Gosh!]

I had a haunch. [smirk] Was thinkin' those were antennae. But, yeah, no. [He swished a hand.] They're cute.

[How can THOSE be ears, please? That's a really nice, well designed, helmet.]

Hm. Don't be a smartass. [He pokes McCoy's side with a long claw, but it's lightly enoguh to be playful rather than trying to do any damage.]

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