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[ Ratchet looks worn and a bit beaten about when he makes his call on the Link. He'd been caught by one of the Sharkticons before escaping back to the temple, and there's still smudges of energon glinting in the crevices of his helm and chevron that he missed when wiping his face off. Still, there's a spark in his eyes -- he may not be at the front of the fighting, but he's certainly not out of action. ]

Given this absolutely ridiculous influx of creatures, I'm going to remind you all that I'm a medic and that I know what I'm doing. If you get into a scrap, don't waste time being a hero and limping around with your innards hanging out -- come here and I'll fix you.

[ His eyes narrow. ]

But don't be an idiot either. If I find out that any of you have blown yourself up because you used too many grenades, I'm going to come after you and weld your hands to your skull.

[ The glare he's directing at the comm could kill a mech at twenty paces. ]

Wheeljack, this means you.

[[ ooc: going to be slow in responding, but I thought I'd post this up before I became even later than I already am. ]]

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[He knows that look. Before he was even mentioned he knew that message was made specifically for him. He's touched, Ratchet, he really is.]

Hey, have a little faith, Doc.

[He notices Ratchet's condition.]

Maybe you should stay in the temple. It's like Prime said, a medic's more needed in the medical bay than on the field.

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[Oh hey, he remembers your face. Your startled, horrified face. Have a text.]

Those with medical and mechanical skill should not be fighting these unless their current position is compromised.

You are valuable.

[You are like his handlers. There's no reason to be in the ring.]

I do not think Wheeljack would be that incapable. Also, welding his hands to his skull would prevent him from fighting the creatures.

[Snickering. Wheeljack you are so busted. It's so much funnier when it happens to someone else.]

So, how many are 'too many' grenades?

[ Don't go snickering there, Drift. He's onto you too. ]

If you have to ask, you shouldn't be using them in the first place.

[Wheeljack nudges Drift, a slight smirk on his face. DON'T LOOK AT HIS MOM'S PHONE CALL, DUDE.]

[Aww Ratchet, but Drift is his new buddy! They bonded over killing stuff!]

Easy, Doc, it'll be fine. Drift and I got things covered, so you just make sure the kid's okay.

You too.

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[ Shut up, Wheeljack. It wasn't made only with you in mind ... although, okay, the thought of you certainly triggered the idea for this post in the first place. ~~If you get hurt, Ratchet doesn't think he can handle raising a child as a single mom.~~ ]

I have huge amounts of faith in you when it comes to being a warrior, Wheeljack. I just also know exactly what kinds of methods you use... because I'm not exactly in the mood to clean up all the time.

[ Yes, he remembers your horrendous Wrecker catch phrase and no he will never outright admit it. Probably. ]

[ Hey, horror is better than rage on this bot. Be glad! ]

Hmm, I suppose. I'll definitely be staying at the temple for the time being... but if there are wounded out there who need medical attention later, when there are fewer creatures to worry about, I can't justify staying here in protection when they need my aid.

... and I promise not to weld Wheeljack's hands to his skull unless he is that incapable, and only after the creatures are gone. Fair?

[ A bit of a smirk, because call him sentimental, but he's reminded of talking to sparklings when he speaks with Noisy Boy. It's something about the straightforward manner of thinking and lack of consonants that does it. ]

[YEAH YEAH SURE. He believes you. Really. This is the face of total and utter belief. But, he's shocked at the compliment.]

...Ya really put trust in me, Ratch?

[Something about that makes him smile.]

There's gonna be clean up no matter what. I'm a Wrecker, after all.

[ Ratchet's optics shift off to the side as he replies, looking vaguely ... embarrassed? ]

Whatever, don't let it get to your head or anything.

[ He coughs, revs his engine a bit before changing the topic. ]

And if you must leave a mess behind, at least make sure that it's not you who's getting messed up. Deal?

[Too late. He's fully confident now.]

Hey, I'll do anythin' to avoid gettin' my arm welded off again.

Just stay safe, got it?

When it comes to value, I rarely just 'suppose'. While I cannot condone a trained mechanic entering an active fight, I cannot stop them from doing so. Just be careful.

This is an acceptable compromise. Be advised that the use of a welder in this manner might lead to Wheeljack incidentally violating WRB rules.

[Beyond the whole. Non-regulation height thing. He just thought he should warn Ratchet about potential violations anyway since that's what he does. That, and Ratchet has missed Noisy Boy's disapproval of things so far.]

[ADSGFDSFS!! One day Drift will learn to lock posts. Especially from Ratchet.]

Just trying to help you keep an optic on Wheeljack.

[Drift nudges back. They are also bonding, apparently, over being Ratchet's 'favorite' patients.]

Ooooh. You're feisty for a medic.

Belligerence seems to be such a common Autobot medic trait, I wonder why.

Of course you are.

[ He is so unconvinced, but going to let it lie, because if they're watching each other's backs, then maybe they won't get injured as much. ]

Good. Because I know where you sleep now.

[ He grins menacingly, then pauses and his expression becomes a little more unsure. ]

And ... you too.

Thank you. I'll take your advise into consideration.

[ Ratchet raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued by this rule mention. ]

WRB?

[Knock Out sounds... busy. Despite Breakdown's comment about medics inside and warriors out, he's out on the battlefield with his partner, and it shows in the snappish tone of his voice.]

If you've got anybody incoming by ground, do try and let us know? We'll see what we can do to carve open a path.

[To say this all is terrifying is an understatement. Even from within Liege's fortress, he can hear the monsters outside, and all he can do is huddle in some dark little corner and hope they don't have a taste for stitchpunks. Seeing broadcasts like this makes him fear for the friends he made, who might be out fighting for their lives...]

Will there really be people blowing themselves up?

[ Ratchet cocks an eyebrow and just. stares for a moment. lets the force of his sheer incredulity sink in. ]

With an attitude like yours, there's no need to wonder.

[ He is so unimpressed, Starscream. So. Unimpressed. ]

Yes, I will... although aren't you supposed to be inside as well?

World Robot Boxing.

I could not tell you before that I am a boxer.

[Since the whole 'unable to communicate' thing when they met on the Junk Pile.]

I'm not the one being aggressive towards his possible patience. What kind of bedside manner is that?

[Just think, Starscream is generally even worse in person.]

[ Blink. Blink blink. ]

I see. So that's the reason for your, ah, hand situation?

[ Ratchet wiggles his fingers instinctively, as if making sure that they're still attached. ]

Only if they make stupid decisions.

[ Grumble grumble because he doesn't quite realize how scared 4 is. ]

The same kind everyone gets. I'm a medic, not a nursebot.

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