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[neededthat]

[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.

[...]

Scrap.

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[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.

[neededthat]

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.

[deadlydoctor]

Old age does things to a mech's processor. [Knock Out hides his grin behind the cube as he drinks but Ratchet would be able to see it in his eyes. Friendly teasing, doc~]

Medics are often needed here thanks to Unicron, you won't be bored.

[neededthat]

[Ratchet frowns a little but takes a sip of his drink before shuddering.

It had been a while since Ratchet actually sat down to have a drink. Pursing his mouth into a thin line, he sets down the drink.]

That's what I've been hearing.

[He says as he lifts his gaze from his drink.]

But things seem to be... pretty quiet right now.

[deadlydoctor]

[Knock Out had the same reaction to the high grade the first day he tasted it in this new universe. That's a good memory, thought, the taste made him remember better days.]

Strong, uh? You will get used to it. For the daily dose we have normal energon, don't worry.

It's always calm before the storm. Let's hope it last for a long time. We need a break. How have things been at home? [It's weird to use that word. Home. But that's how he sees it.]