[accidentalish video]

[letmefixyou]

[the device appears to be balanced on the altar in megatronus's temple. ratchet thought it was a device to record his 'surgery']

[which is exactly what it's doing]

Stop struggling you stupid drone! I'm trying to do you a favour here!

[oh, that poor acolyte. there's a lot of energon on the altar, as well as all up ratchet's arms. particularly observant viewers may note a little bit on the wall behind him, too. looks like this wasn't his first attempt]

Remember your friend? He was doing so well until the idiot went and died on me. All I want to do is see what makes you tick, then maybe I can upgrade you so you give more coherent answers! Another Cybertron, honestly!

[he tears out a mechanism and puts it aside]

This would be so much easier with my tools...

[said as he practically shoves his arm inside it up to the elbow. someone, please save the poor thing]

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[audio RATCHO MORE LIKE RATCHNO]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[If you could see Ambulon, you'd see the utter look of pure horror on his face. It's like his optics are gonna pop from his skull. And for a moment, he's rendered speechless. Haha, he does remember Tarn talking to him - a lot - during their very long torture session. So casually, playfully, patronizing. And. He just. Doesn't.]

S-Stop. It.

AMAZING

[letmefixyou]

[ratchet is actually genuinely confused by ambulon's reaction. why are you so sad, friend? he's doing a good thing!]

There's not much else to be done, I'm afraid. Pity all these messages distracted me and caused it to die! Oh, well. Drones don't tend to have anyone that'll miss them.

Who might you be, anyway?

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[nnjndgerror404]

[Ambulon inhales deeply. Calms down.] That Acolyte might have just been a drone, but your behavior will have repercussions. I can only imagine there's at least someone who'd like to have a word with you in regards to your violence-mongering. [Like the Acolyte's Firstforged... who's not here.]

That's not important. You may call yourself a "doctor," but there's no way in Hell anyone is going to let you into their medbay. [And like damn he'll allow that in his!]

[letmefixyou]

Oh, I know. Apparently I'll be spending a month or so in a cell when the police force so heroically intervene.

[he sound so happy. that is approximately how many fucks he gives about this entire situation.]

Don't worry about that. I already know what to do when I break out of that cell.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Oh? Are you getting the catatonic treatment? [God he hopes you are.]

[but then he's just--GRR] You know there'll be people to stop you, no matter what you do. This? This may slide, but you're still being punished.

[letmefixyou]

I don't believe so. That would be fun to experience, though. Unless they want to lobotomize me. That... less so.

[by his expression, it looks like he'd probably not let that happen at all.]

I don't care! I'll kill them too.