[voice] location--in motion

[sword_redemption]

[Drift may seem to be in a strangely upbeat mood. Because this?  This he can do. He's spent more of his life in a battlefield than anywhere else, and more time in the field than some of his new friends have been alive.]

[In other words, he knows this.]

[The post is voice because he's busy doing his thing.  And he doesn't want to take a break or risk traumatizing the weak of spark with what is likely very, very messy stuff.]

We need to coordinate air support.  Spotters, at least, to tell us the pattern: where and what we're facing. 

You don't have to engage; just spot and report. 

[Not really locked to Wing.]  ...try to be safe.  Don't do anything stupid. [A pause.] That's my job.

[Not really locked to Wheeljack]  You ever get those grenades ready?

[Not really locked to Annie.]  Where are you? 

[Not really locked to Noisy Boy.]  These, uh, these don't fight fair.  Might want to sit this one out.

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[docbot]

... be careful.

[ He knows what tune you dance to, Drift... but he'll give you the benefit of the doubt for now.








Or not. ]

If you do anything stupid, I'll know.

[sword_redemption]

I'll do my best.

[Well, that was actually very nice of Ratchet. A nice little vote of confidence and well-wishing.]

....


[Oh. Uh. ]

That's...uh.

Define 'stupid'?

[docbot]

Stupid is anything that'll make me want to hit you upside the helm with an arc-welder.

[ He says this with a sigh, because what he'd like to say is "anything that I can't fix" and "anything that'll get you killed". But he can't say that. Sap is a rarity from this particular mech. ]

[sword_redemption]

[Oh. Well, that sure covers a lot of ground, doesn't it?]

[He's going to double check to make sure this is an audio-only feed so you can't see what he's doing.]

[And he will counter with bravado.] Ratchet. I've fought swarms of mindless enemy before. I can handle this.