001 Medical Report // [Voice] [originating from Trion's Temple]

[neonmedic]

[The voice may be familiar to several of you, and it's filled with a mixture of aggravation, confusion, and curiosity]

So, Cybertron, is it? Definitely not one I remember. A question for anyone who can hear this. Is there any more up to date information available? I'm not trusting the sole source so far.

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[Audio]

[neonmedic]

[oh aww]

With what?

[Audio]

[lookatmyguns]

[There's a really long pause as Ironhide tries to think of a way to say this without it sounding... strange. After a while, he decides that it's not possible.]

...My door.

Just come to my location and you'll see what I mean.

[Audio]

[neonmedic]

And where is said door that the mighty Ironhide needs help with? [might be tinged with amusement]

[Audio]

[lookatmyguns]

[This is NOT the time for being amused Ratchet. In fact this is the opposite of the time you should be amused. Ironhide's not amused and there's nothing amusing about this entire situation.]

There's a tracker in the device there, you should be able to lock onto my signal and find me pretty easily.

[He tries to keep the irritation out of his voice, but it's his default emotion right now.]

[Audio]

[neonmedic]

I'll meet up with you on my way to rendezvous with Mirage.

[he's trying to hide his laugh, okay. But are you going to spank him~?]

[Audio -> Action]

[lookatmyguns]

Good, I need to meet up with him anyway.

Don't take too long, I'll be waiting.

[And so he'll wait on top of a table, watching the door impatiently. Why couldn't he have left his door open before he was shrunk down to the size of a toothbrush? Not even his blasters were able to get far into it, much to his dismay.

He has the feeling that he won't be hearing the end of this.]

[ Action]

[neonmedic]

[Not for a while, no. But Ratchet manages to track down the location, and locates Ironhide, not quite expecting the actual reality of a very tiny, yet grumpy Ironhide.]

That explains a few things, old friend.

[poker face]

[Action]

[lookatmyguns]

[Well it's nice to see that door finally open. What's not so nice is that Ratchet completely dwarfs him in size. Ironhide has to crane his neck back in order to keep his friend's face in view.]

I really don't think I can explain this.

[He crosses his arms and glares.]

Doesn't matter though, we should go find Mirage, he's in the same situation as I am.

[Though he knows Mirage can look after himself just fine, he still feels as if he should worry anyway. Who knows what kind of trouble the ferrari can get into.]

[Action]

[neonmedic]

[a bit of a change, hrm? You were bigger than Ratchet the last time he saw you]

I was on my way to rendezvous with him. Now the question is getting you there.

[Ratchet kneels, getting a bit closer to the ground]

[Action]

[lookatmyguns]

[...]

You're not suggesting...

[Technically it's the most logical solution, but there's no way he'd ever be able to say 'I rode around inside Ratchet' out loud. If only there were another way.]

[Action]

[neonmedic]

Or you can ride shot gun on my roof. A bit awkward, but doable.