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[Hey, guys, it's Ambulon's turn for the obligatory apology!]

My apologies for my behavior. I seemed to have been affected by the... Pillar, I assume. Though it appears so were many others. I know it's no excuse [actually, it kind of is], but what I said - what I did - I did not mean. I... Once again, I apologize, and if there is anything I can do to make up for my mistakes, let me know. I should be returning to work soon.

[Locked to Sentinel Prime]

What I did to you - I know an apology may not be enough, but I... I assure you, what I did, I wasn't-- I wasn't in my right mind. I know this still isn't enough to put your mind at ease, but I am... so sorry.

[Locked to Elita and Drag Strip]

I [hurm]-- For what I said, in regards to your... genders. And among other things. I-- Yeah, I'm sorry about. That.

[Locked to the Police Force]

Um, sorry for causing you trouble. But, my memories are a little hazy. Did anything happen between my fight with Pharma and me being thrown into jail?

[Locked to Pharma]

I may not have done the right thing, fighting you - but I want answers.

[Locked to Chromedome]

I have a couple questions to ask. They're very personal, and I'm not sure I should be asking them, but... I need to know.

[Locked to Wheeljack and Barricade]

My drone has been damaged. I don't know what's wrong, or how to fix it, but I might have punched it while I was... under the influence. Perhaps one of you may know how to repair it?

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You can punch?

[It's...news to him, and not the bad kind. He's actually kind of impressed.]

I could take a look at it. How bad's the damage?

Of course I can punch. I was a Decepticon; and anyway, part of basic training.

Hmm. Well.

[He doesn't want to turn on video because he looks haggard with stress again, but... The feed switches to visual, and Ambulon quickly points it to the drone. Poor thing is lying down, its single blue optic dim. It is twitching, and there is a small dent and some torn plating on its side.] I think I might have damaged some of its basic neuro-circuitry?

Just figured you'd be more of a...kickin' kind of a guy.

[WOW WHEELJACK NEVER HEARD THAT ONE BEFORE SO ORIGINAL]

[He quickly gets to the point though, taking a look at the drone, tapping his chin.]

I'd have to open it up to see. Ya don't mind some impromptu surgery, right?

[He's not even going to humor you with a response to your joke, you sunnava.]

No, no problem. Should I bring him to you? [He doesn't really want to leave his place, but he doesn't want to come off as a scaredy-cat either.]

[Aw but he thought it was funnyyyy.]

...Nah, I'll stop by.

Gets me out of the bar at least.

Right. Um, then, you may need these [coordinates!]. I haven't really... given out details of my relocation. Still at Nexus's temple, just no longer at my original suite.

[The coordinates are appreciated, Ambulon! In fact, he's just getting ready to head out before you speak the second half of that sentence.]

What a privilege. I'll be there before ya know it, Doc.

Right. I'll be ready.

[And he will, man. He probably has hidden spy cameras planted outside his door.]

[It takes awhile. Wheeljack's speedy, but the Haven is a vast, vast place. Still, you know when he pulls up, with the engine humming int he distance. And if that wasn't enough...]

Doc?

[He'll be sure to let you know]

[Ambulon curses when he jumps. Because he jumped. He knew Wheeljack was on his way, and yet it just... God, this entire... thing was getting highly annoying. Ambulon took a moment to rub at his tired optics, look to the poor drone; he unlocked the door (and how many locks was there jesus) and looked outside. Not an Acolyte this time, it was - he was okay. Just Wheeljack. He opened the door, gesturing inside.]

Come on in. [Please excuse the slight mess. Lack of sleep can lead to boredom.]

[Wheeljack smirks when Ambulon opens the door, hands outstretched.]

Hey, not injured this time. It's gotta be a first.

[The door opened as Ambulon welcomed him, stepping over a few things as he takes a good look in. Been busy, buddy?]

Love what ya did with the place.

[Ambulon mutters something, bobs his head. It's not even worth trying to figure out. Nonetheless, he leads Wheeljack to the medical drone lying out on the somewhat crowded slab. Using a bed for a desk is fun when you have insomnia.] What can you tell me, engineer?

[Wheeljack takes a moment to survey it, testing it out before he can give a diagnosis. A few taps to the top, inspecting it's paneling...

Seeing if it reacts to any of it. If it does, then it's probably just some cosmetic damage. If it short circuits in any way...

Wire failure.]

[And, guess what? It short circuits. Not too badly, but enough to give a little electric flash and pop. The drone makes a sound akin to a groan.]

That... isn't good, is it? [Ambulon knows enough, okay.]

[Wheeljack backs up as the sparks fly, eyes widening slightly. Yeah that...that could have been better. It's not a lost cause though, as he edges his way around them, to see what's salvageable.]

I got some loose wirin' from when I was...the other me. I'll see what I can do with it.

You sure can dish out a hit.

[Is he...impressed?]

[Ambulon frowns... some more. Looks away. It's almost a pouty look.] Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly the best way I would have wanted to demonstrate my skills outside medicine. Especially when someone was hurt as a result. [He feels sorry for the drone. He's sort of grown attached to it. Ambulon looks back to Wheeljack.] Is there anything I can possibly do?

Yeah? If ya ever need a healthier outlet, I could always use a spar.

[The way in which he says it is almost...playful. If only because Ambulon was just full of things you wouldn't expect. Like knocking a drone on it's tailpipe.

That's one.]

If ya got any sealant, this'll be a snap.

Really? I wouldn't want you to have to tell your mates you got your skidplate handed to you by the Decepticon flunkie who transforms into a leg.

[Ah, playful humor. But he nods and disappears, a moment; as cluttered as his room is, it's an organized clutter. He produces just a small toolbox of essentials, this-and-thats. Places it next to the wounded drone.] Should have what you need.

Ya seem pretty confident, Legs. Think you can really take on a Wrecker?

[It's just as playful back, those blue eyes practically flicking, entertained. There's a look at the toolbox before he roots around in it, starting work.]

Shouldn't take long.

[Ambulon immediately scowls at the nickname.] Do not call me that again. [But he's not really angry. Just a tad annoyed.]

[And while Wheeljack goes to repairing the poor drone...] What makes you think I couldn't?

What, not proud of your alt mode?

[He doesn't look up, although does dodge some sparks from the drone.]

...Figured 1/5 of a fighter is usually...yannow, 1/5 of a fighter. And if ya were that good ya wouldn't be in this medbay.

I've been surprised before, though.

I turn into a leg to a failed gestalt project that is completely useless and hinders my ability to get to my patients in emergency situations. I had a new, useful alt mode not long ago thanks to Solus--but after being killed, I returned like...

[Sorry, tirade, etc.]

But really. Maybe sometime we should spar. I don't see why not.

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