1. [Voice]

[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]

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. ]