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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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[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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