004 | Voice

[neededthat]

[The link clicks on but there's no video. Just a rough clearing of someone's vocalizer. Soft and quiet, with a professional air about it.]

This is Ratchet. Checking in.

[A small pause.]

I've been busy as of late, so I apologize if I had worried anyone. I hope everyone is doing well.

[His voice sounds tired, spent almost, but a quiet sigh escapes his vents.]

For those of you who are new, I'm one of the medics here in Haven. I have a little knowledge on human medicine, but specialize in Cybertronian and robotics medical needs.

I'm returning to Solus' temple. So if you need me, I'll be passing by there in about a half hour.

Comments

[arnhaid]

Hey.

[The word, like everything else he'd said, is completely clear, lucid. Despite the cubes surrounding him, he's not even a little intoxicated.]

[He offers a full one up to the medic.]

Got you one.

[neededthat]

[Ratchet nods appreciatively as he takes up the cube and literally downs it in one swoop.

He slams the glass down and sighs heavily, relief washing over him as the highgrade runs through his systems, shuddering. It had been a while since he's had a hefty drink.]

...Thank you.

[arnhaid]

[His head tilts. That wasn't really what he expected. But, oh well. He just shrugs and orders up another.]

[One hand thumps companionably onto his shoulder.]

Sure thing. There's more where that one came from.