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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[Charming as always.]

Quite the bedside manner you've got there, Doc. I bet you worked all night on that, right?

[No, he didn't need medical attention, but he had to make a comment on this.]

You think you're getting out of a check up, you've got another thing coming, Wheeljack... [ You can probably hear the smirk as he continues. ] And if you keep smart talking me, you're going to the top of my list. For every test I can think of.

Whoa, no need to blow a fuel line, Doc. I'm fine, no need to worry about me.

You know us Wreckers. We can handle anythin'.

[He really doesn't want to get a checkup.]

You have no idea how many times I've heard that line, do you, Wheeljack?

[ He's getting a check up. Even if Ratchet has to surprise him in the middle of the night with handcuffs ~~wait that came out wrong~~ ]

Gonna take a swing at multiple times. How many were true?

[Whoa there Ratchet, gettin all up in his no-zone when you're supposed to be babysitting a kid.]

[ Grump grump grump ]

It only took one instance of untruth for me to decide that I can't trust any of you with your own health and safety anymore.

[ He just doesn't want you dying unexpectedly on him, Wheeljack... although he'll never say it that bluntly. ]

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I'm sure there's others in more need of attention than me...

[Ratchet it's like you care about him or something awww.]

Yes, but they're not my teammates, are they?

[ That's ... a stronger admission of affection than he'd meant to give you, actually, but he's feeling a bit more nervous than usual, what with having just treated a mech whose innards were dripping out his eyeballs and all. ]

Guess there's no convincin' ya.

[And there's a slight chuckle from the communication device. You can practically sense his amusement.]

Where can I meet ya, Doc?

~~b-baka it's not like I like you or anything~~

Why don't we meet at the Temple? I'm already here and it's less open ... unless you really want to have a medical exam in the middle of the junk pile.

[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. ]

Ratchet, is this just for Cybertronians? Because I've met some guys that remind me of your people, but they're not Cybertronian, they're Earth robots.

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?

[There is another medic here? Congratulations, you have Pharma's attention. Now if you'd just turn on your video feed...]

Cornering the market before checking on your competition? Tsk, bad form.

[Pharma's sporting the same symptoms as Drift- namely deterioration and copious amounts of red fluids leaking from various orifices. He doesn't seem bothered though.]

Hmm... I can't say that I know much about any of the other robots who are here with us, but if I had some time to learn how they work, I'm sure I could at least be able to weld them up in an emergency.

[ Unfortunately for Pharma, all he's going to get is a voice feed -- Ratchet's a bit too busy to be staring into his comm-camera all day, thanks. ]

Cornering would imply that there's other medics around whose competence I deem high enough to trust with my fellow Cybertronians... and if there are any, I haven't met them yet.

[ He squints at the screen, optics blinking when he notes the other bot's symptoms. ]

And speaking of medical care, it looks like you're in sore need of some.

So a check-up for them, then? To get an idea of how they work?

Wait, weld? That would involve fire, right?

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I'd prefer to not wait for an emergency.

[Though you have no idea how much the idea of robots working on other robots is boggling to him. Shouldn't you have humans who do this?]

We need regular upkeep.

[He bows his head in greeting.] I am sorry for the intrusion.

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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.

Hey McCrane!

I'd better leave you two alone, patient-doctor confidentiality, right?

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.

[That gets both of Pharma's eyebrow ridges up.]

Well then, allow me to introduce myself. I am Pharma, and I happen to be the best medic Autobot high command ever had.

As for my illness- I assure you, I have it under control.

And you are?

[It's a relief to hear there are able-bodied medics around here, and proactive ones at that.]

Greetings. Though I'm not in need of medical attention, since I have been in the proximity of two plague victims I think it'd be wise to have you verify there's no danger?

[He'd like very much to ask what you know about Drift, but decides that'd be unbecoming of him at this stage.]

Helping Decepticons?

[Intriguing, and possibly an easier target.]

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