[ For being a masked mech, he's radiating his confusion pretty well. His optics are wide, shoulders tense, and by his hesitant stance it's clear he's approaching the Link with the same amount of caution as someone would a dud bomb. ]

...Hello?

[ He pauses. Nothing happens. Some of the tension melts out of his posture. ]

Oh, good. I'm First Aid and I'm a nurse. I'm not supposed to be here. I'll try and help out where I can, but I'm not sure how I can help the... situation at least.

[ He fidgets his hands. ]

I'm looking for two medics by the name of Ambulon and Pharma. They're my bosses. They're about this tall--
[ He raises his hand to two different heights. He's not the biggest of mechs, so he's making it obvious they're taller than him. ]
-- and both are painted, ah, well they both have red and white. Pharma has quite a bit of blue.

[ He rubs the back of his helm where it connects to his neck, pressing hard into tense servos. ]

Arright. Something is seriously wrong with Cybertron's chrono-dimensional anchor. I dunno who, or what, or even when, but this constant planet change is not right at all. I mean, first the whole planet resets like someone hit 'Undo All'... and now it does it again only there's apparently rusting First-Forged walking around!

Ugh. There's also a huge anomaly out here that shouldn't be sustainable without insane levels of energy but at this point I'm willing to just overlook it, given that we're probably dealing with some kind of rupture in fourth or possibly fifth dimensional barriers here.

[Have an extended sigh, as Wheeljack runs his hands over his faceplate.]

I coulda dealt with things as they were. I mean sure we had an overpopulation of three different factions on a Cybertron that seemed to want nothing more than to kill us but at least things were starting to get organized.

Now I'm back to piles of junk.

Ooooohkay. Bee, Prowl, Metalhawk, Starscream - If any of you made it, let me know. Oh and Bee, if yer out there, this was not me.

All right, so listen up. I have three pressing issues here, new guys and old guys.

One! ...Anyone seen Korra? Human girl, can make fire if she feels like it? Not since the attack. Yo, Sparky! If you're in one piece, you'd better say so. I don't feel like worrying about if you're whole or... otherwise. Got it?

Two! My visor's been broken since the attack. So I guess if anyone finds a pair of robot-sized sunglasses out in the junkpile, I'd be really thankful.

Three! I'm reeeeeally bored of laying down and being told "Hey Gunmax, you should rest!" I've been resting all week and I still can't go anywhere, and I'm getting antsy as hell. I wanna stay occupied here. Ideas, anyone?

[ Have a tired-looking Ratchet, who is looking satisfied with himself for once, rather than grumpy. ]

For those of you who were worried, the surgery on Gunmax is complete, and I think it's taken quite well. He's conscious and unhooked from the generator, so if you'd like to visit, you're welcome to.

And my thanks to First Aid for his assistance. He's quite a competent mech.

[ Smiling, he tips a two-fingered salute off his chevron at the video, then cuts the feed. ]

[[ ooc: Gunmax will probably be responding to some of these threads, since he's up and at 'em, so be prepared *g* ]]

[[ EDIT: Added a ref to First Aid's assistance now that it's been confirmed >>; ]]