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Home again, home again...~

[The feed shows a certain doctor who has been missing for some time. Or is it? Since when did Pharma start smiling like that?]

Death always seems to lead me back here. I thank my former nurse's latest efforts for proving that theory for me.

[He gently touches the side of his own face, and the hands he has now are not the ones given to him during his last stay in the Haven.]

Thankfully, an entire head doesn't seem to be something you can return here without.

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Why if it isn't the warden~ How delightful to see you here in one piece! And sounding so aggressive.

You know, I never did get to shoot you in the face. I was really hoping to do that before I completed my mission.

But, hey. You're here now, so my luck seems to be changing.

No, that honor went to First Aid in the end. Mission?

Oh, come now. Shooting is too quick, too impersonal. After our long history together you don't want to take a more hands on approach?

Oh, I see. You must be one of those warped alternates these morons are going on about. But you got shot in the face, huh? Do tell. The more details, the better.

[Oh, look, a grin to match your psycho one.] So, you want a little reunion then? Sounds like fun. You got a time and a place, Autobot?

I assure you, I am the original Pharma. The greatest doctor the high council has ever seen, the discoverer of the cure for cybernecrosis, triple fuel pump bypass donor and operating surgeon, top of my class, highly sought after...

[His voice fades,a dreamy smile on his faceplate, as he seems to just enjoy hearing all of his accomplishments.]

Ah. Anyway. Just 'Autobot' is it now? I always knew you'd return to your old faction. Being a Decepticon is like a disease, you see... and I am more than willing to provide the cure.

[Ambulon just--makes a frown-y face. It's the one reserved for you, Pharma, when you're being an irritating prat.] Well, while your sanity seems to have flown the coop, your bloated pride hasn't changed in the least. You've always loved the sound of your own nagging voice.

[But that frustrates him. The entire "return to old faction."] I never left! The Ambulon you knew was a lie, and a coward. You'll find I'm much different.

[And with that, you get coordinates.] I can take a break from my research to have a chat with an old friend. That is, if you've got the brass bearings to show up.

One should appreciate the things they are gifted with. Especially if you are gifted with as many things as I am. [Chuckle]

I figured as much. Your act wasn't as convincing as you'd like to believe, Amublon. But I highly doubt you're all that different. Perhaps more obvious in your violent tendencies and a bit more outspoken. But I wager you're still a worthless, failed experiment.

[He looks down and smiles, almost as if Ambulon has just asked him out.] I always have time for you, warden.

Enough [and he's not even trying to hide the irritation and fatigue at your stupid annoying rambling and gloating] with the talking. I work better with my hands, you know. I'll see you soon, Pharma. Don't keep me waiting~ [Equally as flirtatious sounding]

[And Ambulon's a man of his word. Mmmostly. It depends on who's buyin'. But he does drop what he's doing to make way to the designated spot. It takes about ten, fifteen minutes, given that he... is a leg. But he's not complaining; you'd be jealous if you had the same strength and power as he had being a combiner. Boy, and is Ambulon excited to rip Pharma apart; when he arrives, he's not too surprised to find the stupid Autobot medic isn't there.]

You turn into a jet. [Ambulon surveys the area, snorting.] I know you're here.

Very astute. [Pharma's hand reaches out from the shadows, encircling Amublon's neck so that his other hand, the one currently shaped like a rather large needle, can plunge into one of the decepticon's primary energon carrying lines.]

Personally, I prefer to do my work on an operating table- so you'll forgive me if I have to put your lights out for a little while, hm? Just long enough to transport you to Liege's of course.

[He whispers apologetically while depressing the syringe and gently petting the side of his cheek.]

[Well, Ambulon didn't expect that. Being transported to a whole new dimension had thrown him off his game a little. And it'd been a long time since he worked solo. But, no matter; he can berate himself for falling into the trap later. Though, uh - that needle thing? That was new.]

[Ambulon cursed, struggling; he might have easily thrown the Autobot off of him, but that sedative worked... really fast. And now he just felt... kind of dizzy. And heavy. And tired. He seems to still, as if he's about to collapse, but...]

Always... talk... too much. [Really, Pharma? Combiners are tougher than your stupid sedatives. And though it is working, Ambulon still has some juice in him. Which he promptly uses to jam his elbow back, hard, against Pharma's abdomen, right below the fuselage.]

[Pharma held him tightly, waiting for the drug to kick in and Ambulon's struggles to cease. The surgeon smiled as his victim spoke, assuming those to be his final words before he collapsed.]

What can I say? I like to hear myse-

[His response was cut off by the crunch of his own armor, a hit that left him speechless with surprise and pain. He let go of Ambulon immediately, dancing backwards on long feet, one arm pressed over the dent in his abdomen.]

W-what? You should be unconscious by now! [How could he have miscalculated the dose?]

[Ambulon invented sharply. Invented again, trying to catch his balance. He couldn't stand up all the way, and it took too much energy to talk. So he didn't. He just growled and ran at Pharma again, decking him square in the jaw with half-sedated combiner-mech strength.]

[That strength was enough to shatter the latching mechanism in Pharma's jaw, leaving the doctor reeling backwards with a static-laced howl of pain.

The tranquilizer was doing its work, but not fast enough. Pharma could tell waiting the warden out would not be a possibility. The authorities would show up before he could correct his mistake and haul the unconscious mech to Liege's.

Not to mention he wasn't keen on sustaining anymore damage in the process. He backed up and transformed without a word, zipping off into the sky in jet mode. You win this one, Ambulon.]

[Oh, fuck, now there were two Pharmas - oh, wait. Just double vision. Thank God. Ambulon was trying very hard to work up the strength for a second hit, but... Yeah. It's a good thing Pharma left when he did, otherwise he... might have lost. But Ambulon smirks anyway, and if there was a Cybertronian equivalent to flipping the bird, he'd be doing just that to Pharma's fading form.]

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