[voice] Posting from the Solian sector

[docbot]

[ 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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[docbot]

[ A sigh. ] They do. It's mostly because they feel like I could be using my time more effectively caring for others, so their intentions are good, but, well. It's rather annoying.

[ Blinkablink. Oh. He hadn't even considered that. ] It's not like we have any monetary units at our disposal now, even if I were planning on charging one. I, ah, if you wanted to just owe me a favour in the future, that would be fine with me.

[mccrane]

Despite that it is what you're built for?

Maybe they have a processing error.

[Because having someone who can do repairs, and not going to them to get repairs sounded silly to McCrane.]

Since I currently reside in the Junkyard, is there anything I can look for for you?

[It isn't quite payment, but he wants to help.]

[docbot]

Oh, probably.

[ Ratchet sighs and shakes his head, thinking of all the stupid decisions his comrades have made previously before coming back to the conversation. ]

Ah, nothing in particular right now, although I suppose if you see any parts that look like they might work for you, you should bring them here. If I can start stocking things to repair you and your partners with, that'll make it easier to work later.

[mccrane]

I will keep watch.

For parts for myself, or parts that might be useful to a Cybertronian.

[He smiles a little. If you're looking for pieces for him, he suspects you're going to need pieces for others, too.]

[docbot]

[ Ratchet is taken aback at the sudden kindness, but he's not going to turn it down. ]

Thank you. That would be even more helpful to me. You're a good mech, McCrane.

[mccrane]

I'm only sad that you seem so surprised to find one.

[He smiles a little, though, and will let you get back to work. You have plenty to attend to, he can tell.]