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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]

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.]