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[On the Prime verse Autobot frequency]
Uh...anybody heard from or seen Ratchet lately? Tried contactin' him, but it don't go through.
[[There's an edge of frustration, plus worry, to his voice. Not this again. Not. Again. Last time the medic disappeared, he'd gone to the badlands. Did he go there again? Ratchet, you're supposed to be smarter than this.
There's also a low mutter of 'Hoping he didn't disappear on us again'.]
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[Sometime later after talking to the other Autobots and humans from his world, he sends out a short message to the rest of Haven.]
I'm...sorry ta report we're down a medic.
Ratchet seems ta have gone missin'.
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[The feed flicks on to reveal a rather furious looking boy with three white stripes on the left side of his hair, his unnatural gold eyes glowering at the camera. His chest is heaving as he struggles to restrain himself; if looks could kill, then the device would be dead five times over.]
Is this someone's sick idea of a joke?! How could anyone possibly think of doing something so twisted?!
[Of course, he must be referring to his appearance on Cybertron. Not hours earlier, he had been in Death City, speaking to his fellow classmates... It would only make sense for him to be so incensed, having been whisked away to a foreign planet!]
This marking on my shoulder! Why is there only one?! It's completely asymmetrical!
[... Or not. Even without the glyph directly visible, the very idea that he could be marked in such an unbalanced, terrible way... His skin should have rejected the ink to begin with!]
I demand to speak to the ones responsible for this atrocity! | |
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[Hey Haven, what's happenin? Need some more Power Joe in your life? No?
Too bad.]
Oi! Guys, look what I found!
[The Link turns, showing what looks to be a vending machine. How he found it is anyone's guess.]
I'm gonna put it right outside the Police HQ!
"Welcome"
[...oh, yeah it speaks too.]
What do you think? Cool, huh?
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