re_alignment | [voice] Posting from the Solian sector

[ After being informed by Drift that biological warfare is still a Thing in at least one of the dimensions represented here, Ratchet's decided to play things safe in terms of infection control. This is why you're being treated to a voice-post, featuring the gruff voice of our favourite Autobot medic right now. ]

Right. Well. I don't care what kind of grudges you've got, but whether you're Autobot, Decepticon or something else, things like illness and contagious disease are an issue here, especially given our ... questionable resources. So, since there seems to be a sizable population of Cybertronians around, I'd request that any and all of you come find me if you're in need of medical attention. I can't promise to fix anything that ails you, but I can at least scan you and tell you what I'd need to fix things.

And I can promise that the longer you wait on finding me for medical attention, the more annoyed I will be that you waited. Keep that in mind if you're on the fence about things.

[ Yep. That was quite obviously a threat. Ratchet's a doctor, not a nursemaid. ]

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[Oh Ratchet, you tsundere.]

Sounds good. I'll be over there in no time. Just try not to worry too much, okay, Doc?

[Spark attacks at your age can be lethal.]

[ If Ratchet's a tsundere, that makes you the dumbass hero of a terrible shoujo manga, Wheeljack. ]

I'll only worry if I start hearing about mysterious explosions, how about that?

[ Ratchet'll be waiting in his room in the Temple, fiddling with various medical tools to finesse their calibrations. ]

Least you know my handiwork.

[It doesn't take him long to reach the Temple, transforming back when he arrives and navigating around until he finds Ratchet's room. He gives a knock once before entering, his little wings bending inward slightly to avoid hitting the sides of the opening.]

There, I made it. Ya happy now, Doc?

Overjoyed. Now come take a seat.

[ Ratchet smiles and waves towards the bed. It's really the only piece of furniture in here that Wheeljack might sit on. ]

I'm just going to give you a quick scan and hopefully that'll be it. Not a huge undertaking, but... it'll ease my mind.

Wheeljack strides over, taking a seat on Ratchet's bed as he awaits the Doctor to start the checkup. Truth be told, he didn't feel really out of sorts. A bit fatigued, but that was expected when you were transported to some bizzaro world.]

I'm ready whenever you are, Doc. But there's nothin' to worry about. Promise.

[ Ratchet starts up his scanner. Primus, but he loves that little blue screen of light almost as much as he loves his arc-welder. He taps his chin with his unoccupied hand as the numbers come up. ]

Well you look mostly fine, but after our encounter with Soundwave...

[ Anyone with a normal range of hearing would suddenly get an earful of high-pitched noises. ]

Did you hear any gaps in that sequence of sounds?

[Wheeljack shook his head, not really enjoying the sound of high pitched frequencies just yet. He was still recovering from Soundwave, after all.]

Y..Yeah...a few.

[ Ratchet mutters curses directed at Soundwave as he alters his tool's audio spectrum. He has a very good idea of what might have caused those gaps. ]

Raise your hand when you start hearing the tone, then lower it when you don't.

[ He plays a sliding scale of pure tones this time, centered around the pitches he remembers Soundwave using. It starts low, then rises. ]

[Wheeljack nods and does as the doc orders, raising his hand when the low side starts, and when getting into the upper ranges, he slowly lowers his hand.

He doesn't look it, but he's slightly worried.]

How bad is it, Doc?

Not... terrible, but I'd definitely like to repair the damage to prevent it from getting worse.

[ He taps his finger against his lower lip, thinking. ]

I think it's just that your auditory sensors have lost some of their sensitivity due to the overload. If I go in and reset them, they should recalibrate your hearing to normal.

[ Alternately, he's going to have to go in and manually retune Wheeljack's audio reception, which is going to be a bit more difficult. ]

Can I do that now, or do you want to wait on it?

[While he wasn't one to sit in one place for too long, Wheeljack knew that he relied on his audio receptors quite a bit. And if waiting made it worse...well, he didn't want it irreparable.]

Might as well do it now. Not like I've got a war to get back to.

[He made himself comfortable.]

What do I need to do?

Let me get into your audio receptors? [ Ratchet points to the fins on the sides of Wheeljack's head to illustrate. ]

If it helps, I don't think this'll hurt, at least. It's finicky work, but not all that invasive.

[ He'll just be up in your personal bubble, though, tinkering with your head. Woops. ]

Oh, uh...sure thing, Doc.

[Wheeljack adjusts his head so Ratchet can have more wiggle room, and the metal paneling around his audio receptors lift up.]

Whatever it takes.

Hmm... [ Ratchet defers speaking, instead focussing in on Wheeljack's audio arrays. ]

Yes, there's what I'm looking for. Let me just cut the pain receptors and I'll just ... [ A bright spark of electricity bolts through Wheeljack's audials. It shouldn't have hurt, but it might have caused him to sense a burst of static and/or heat. ]

Hah. Right, how does that feel?

[ Ratchet's got a genuinely happy smile on his face. Successfully fixing up a patient always brings out good emotions in him. ]

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