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[The feed flickers to life and Ratchet peers into the communicator he has, tinkering with it. At least it's working... somewhat. He looks like he has woken up in the temple of Solian Temple.]

Blasted thing. My own communications aren’t working. It must be scattered or something. [The video flickers and Ratchet smacks it a few more times, to make it focus again, grumbling under his breath as he looks around.]

Ultra Magnus, Bumble Bee, if anyone can hear this, I require assistance. I don’t know if you can triangulate my transmission and find my exact location or not, but-- Oh, what am I saying?

[He rubs at his face, his mind raking for ideas.]

That bot said this is Cybertron but... it's not one I'm familiar with. [He pauses with a heavy sigh passing through his vents.]

For all I know, I could be just talking to myself with this thing.

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This... is a lot to take in.

[From Knock Out of all people even. He rubs at his temple.]

Is there anything else I should know about this Cybertron?

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[deadlydoctor]

I know. I was new once too. I still are when it comes to certain things.

Many things. [He will take pity of you and be less of a jerk for once, Ratchet.] A good one is that energon being scarce is no longer an issue. We even have a bar. We could go there and I could explain everything better face to face.

[Then he smirks because being nice doesn't come easily.] Unless you are scared of that, old mech.

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I'm not scared of going to a simple... bar.

[It's just been ages since he's been to one. Plus, maybe this would be the perfect opportunity to get to know their newest recruit. It's what Optimus would have wanted, right?]

I just have no idea where the establishment would be located.

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[deadlydoctor]

We are in the same temple now. One of Solus too, remember?

[You are going to make him feel like a rookie.]

Wait for em at the door, I'm on my clinic. I'll be there in a few clicks.

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[Ratchet nods and looks down the long hallway.]

Alright. I'll meet you there then.

[He transforms as well, to quickly find the door to the temple.

By the All Spark, this was new. Going out to talk with Knock Out. It was a good plan, getting some more information about this place. But, from where he came from, it wasn't too long ago that they were on opposite sides.]

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[deadlydoctor]

[It's not easy for Knock Out either and he realizes that when he finally arrives. He stands at certain distance from Ratchet, not sure if teh bot's first reaction would be to punch him out of habit.]

Ey. The bar is close to the center of the haven so we have to drive there.

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[neededthat]

[The old bot is still in vehicle form, but from the way he just sits there, he's staring the ex-Con down. But he revs his engine a few times, turning his headlights towards the exit.]

Lead the way.

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[deadlydoctor]

[There's an almost imperceptible nod and then Knock Out's jumps and transformers. He quickly drives away, wondering how fast can Ratchet go.

He's speeding up even more, the other medic better catches up on him before he disappears from the view.]

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Knock Out!

[He shouts after him, barely able to keep up, even with the pedal to the floor. None the less, he peels out after him.

Sure he was an emergency vehicle, but he was no sports car.]

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[deadlydoctor]

Yes~?

[Fine, fine, he will reduce his speed. He was used to Breakdown almost always keeping up with him.] Too rusty to follow me?

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[neededthat]

[His emblem in his wheel dims. He would be glaring at you so hard, Knock Out.

He hasn't really tried racing in a long time. His frame rattles a little, warming himself up.]

Rusty huh?

[Those headlights brighten up and he takes it up another notch to speed up faster.]

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[deadlydoctor]

[And Knock Out would be grinning if sports car could do that. Instead, his rear view mirror moves.]

That's what I sa...ah! That's much better. I was wondering if you could really follow me. When was the last time you were on a proper race?

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I honestly can't remember the last time I've raced.

[He says as his headlights dim, remembering. He honestly couldn't recall. But his side mirror looks at Knock Out.]

But we are not racing, you're the only one who knows the location, after all.

[deadlydoctor]

That means it was too much time ago. We gotta remedy that.

No but we could. [He's going to just send the coordinates to the bar's location to Ratchet...and really speed up a few seconds later.]

Catch me and I'll tell you about Solus Prime!

[neededthat]

What?! No Knock Out--!

[He almost flinches, jerking his wheel to the side as he speeds off. Well, he did give him the coordinates.

Ratchet revs his engine a few more times and races after the red car, aiming to catch up with him.]

[deadlydoctor]

[Some exercise will do you good, besides the bar is not all that far away. It's already visible on the distance, in fact.

Knock Out mirror moves a few times to make sure ratchet is still following him.]

Your surprise me Ratchet. Your pistons aren't as rusty as I thought.

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Age isn't everything.

[He says with defiance as he manages to catch up to Knock Out's back wheels, beside him, but doesn't manage to get any closer.]

[deadlydoctor]

I will remind you of that when you try to bring your centuries of medical experience upon me during an argument.

[He lowers his speed one more time so he's driving next to Ratchet.] I have my own clinic here, I build it up all from scratch. [And perhaps some supplies from Solus's medbay.] Wheeljack's now helping and making some equipment but there's still a lot of important tools missing. Like our home, this planet still needs some working.

[They finally reach the entrance of the bar and Knock Out's stops. He changes back to robot more quickly.]

[neededthat]

[He changes back and stands up beside Knock Out, tilting his head to the side to look at him.]

Your own clinic? Why not work at the medbay? There's plenty of room I would assume. As well as tools to use.

[deadlydoctor]

When I arrived here most of the residents were Autobots. [Who would have come to him for help? Or trust him around pointy, invasive tools? But the main reason is...]

I wanted something that was mine. I still go to the main medbay to help from time to time, it's bigger and they are often in need of more medic when trouble strikes.

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Something... to call your own.

[He readjusts his weight on his feet as he turns to face him.]

You first came here as a Decepticon, didn't you?

[deadlydoctor]

[His optics brighter and he frowns as he looks away, slightly embarrassed.] Let's get inside, I need a drink too.

You could say that. [He always have been his own faction, really.] But the past is in the past, isn't t? Besides, factions doesn't matter here, not as much as they do in our universe.

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[Ratchet follows Knock Out inside.]

So it's everyone for themselves here for the most part.

[Not the best situation to have.]

[deadlydoctor]

It's a bit like the old days. Do you remember those? It's hard for me sometimes.

[Hard to remember the old good days at least, the bad ones are something he wishes to forget. Knock Out looks around, waiting to see Dead End or someone at the bar.]

Is no one taking care of this place anymore since that blue chatty bot left? Service those days, tsh. [There's really no one else so he moves to get a few drinks.]

There's the Police force if you feel inclined to join them. And the law Committed, of course. [Knock Out grins as he fetch Ratchet a cube of high grade.] I'm part of that too.

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Of course I remember them. How could I not? [There were many days in which he wished he didn't remember, but they were also a constant reminder for him. To keep pressing forward. For them.

Ratchet takes a seat at the bar inside and side glances at the cube that Knock Out grabs. Might as well humor him with a few sips of the stuff. Not the whole thing.]

I'm a medic, not a police officer. [He says as he neatly rests his hands on the countertop.]

I know my role.