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[warborn]

[for a long few moments, there's only the sound of ventilation. fans cycling a mech's air systems. he's clicked on his radio, yeah, but now?

now he has no idea what to say, except something slightly hysterical.]

This is a lot different than I thought the Pit'd look like.

[said in the tone of someone-please-tell-me-I'm-totally-incorrect]

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[docbot]

Well, if you're posting through the Link, you're probably in fairly fine condition. [ Half a beat of hesitation, then an offer. ] And if you're in need of medical attention, I could come give you a hand.

Name's Ratchet. There's probably a version of me from where you come from. In my universe I'm a medic.

[warborn]

Ratchet?

[yeah, he knows that name. have him silent for a moment as he turns this over]

Is this more of that...dimensional slag Wheeljack mentioned?

[docbot]

Yes, Ratchet. [ He shrugs. ] Probably. I honestly don't recognize most of the mechs who've shown up here, but... that said, I was quite serious about that offer of medical care. Our personalities might differ, but I've found that our physiologies don't differ all that much across dimensions. Not in the ways that count.

[warborn]

...never had the opportunity to meet you, either way.

Name's Fortress Maximus. [half question there. did you, him?]

[docbot]

I've never had that opportunity either, where I come from either... but it's good to meet you either way, I suppose.

[ He ponders the name for a bit, then attempts a question, not knowing that he's treading some unsteady ground. ]

I take it you were a protector of some sort?

[warborn]

...I was a soldier. [neutral enough.]

[docbot]

... as were we all, I suppose.

[ He sighs, suddenly tired. Remembering the war makes his spark ache when he thinks to hard about the sheer number of lives lost. ]

Well. I was a medic where I come from, and I still serve as one here. If you find yourself in need of anything, come see me at the medbay in Solus's Temple.

[ A pause as he remembers what happened to Gunmax and Drift during the Second Wave. ]

And if you can't physically make it, give me a shout over the Link. I'm never too busy to help out a fellow Autobot, understood?

[warborn]

...I'll keep it in mind. Thanks, doc.

[docbot]

Good. Not a problem, Fortress Maximus. I'll see you around ... hopefully uninjured.

[ A smile and a vague two-fingured salute, and Ratchet closes the channel. ]