video;

[asafepairofhands]

[This time when Ratchet starts broadcasting, the video clicks on. He looks a little worn, but there's an underlying stubborn determination there, deepening the lines at the corners of his mouth.]

Ratchet here. Consider the inorganic section of medical officially back in business. That goes for everyone who's even part mechanical, not just Cybertronians--my door is open.

If you are Cybertronian and I haven't seen you for a check, you're due. I'm aware I still can't exactly order any of the Decepticons around ranking medical officer or not, but except for certain individuals who know who they are, you're welcome as well and I recommend it. Who knows what the hell this place is doing to us--I'd appreciate a baseline just in case something does go wrong and I end up having to do something about it.

Anyway, that's it. Ratchet out.

Comments

[wallride]

More... urgent patients?

[c'mon man all he did was get punched...]

[asafepairofhands]

I know how to triage, thanks. [Ratchet pokes his shoulder, very lightly.] And since you are not currently in possession of the thing you usually use to treat injuries, I figure you could use some extra help.

[wallride]

[he can't help but groan.]

Yeah, and it's gonna be fun to see if I can get it back without getting a shotgun to the face.

[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet looks at him thoughtfully for a moment, then just hums, busying himself with putting things away again, an odd glint in his optics.]

How are you going to find him?

[wallride]

Not sure. Think I'm gonna ask the people who know him better how I can do it.

...If that fails then I'm gonna ask Reinhardt to break out his hammer.

[asafepairofhands]

Reinhardt? I met him, back on the last planet.

[Ratchet actually smiles a little, remembering.]

Seems like a good guy to have at your back when you go knocking on somebody's door to get your stuff.

[wallride]

Yeah, he is...

[lúcio trails of for a moment.]

I dunno. He said he was part of Overwatch and apparently this Reaper guy was part of Overwatch, maybe he wouldn't be the best person to ask. I don't want to upset him.

[asafepairofhands]

Hmmm, maybe.

[Ratchet slants a glance down at Lúcio, his helm tilting a little.]

You want me to go with you?

[wallride]

Ha, if I decide to put the fear of mechanical God into him!

[lúcio meets ratchet's look, grinning.]

I'll tell you how initial attempts go, then we can see where to go from there.

[asafepairofhands]

Hey, I could use my hard light avatar instead. Either way, I won't care about getting a shotgun to the face.

[wallride]

Oh, no. I believe you. I just don't want to make a display. I don't want him to think I'm out to hurt him, even if he's out to do the same to me.

[asafepairofhands]

...yeah. 'Course you don't.

[Ratchet watches Lúcio fondly for a moment, then reaches out to pluck the ice pack off his face and swap it out for a new one.]

GUESS WHO LOST THIS TAG

[wallride]

I'm just saying. He seemed to respond well at first. Right up until he was... back to full health.

I GUESS A GOOD AND FINE JABBERS, WHOM I LOVE

[asafepairofhands]

Well that's promising.

EXCUSE ME

[wallride]

It is. He didn't try and attack me right away like a rabid animal. There's still hope for him.

I don't think he's had a good time, judging by what I've heard from people who knew him. He wasn't always like that, apparently.

YOU ARE EXCUSED

[asafepairofhands]

That sure as hell doesn't give him license to do this.

[Ratchet reaches out and touches the underside of Lúcio's chin with a single, delicate clawtip, frowning slightly.]

[wallride]

[and here is a big ol' pout.]

It's not that bad. He didn't even break it. Could've been holding back for all I know.

[asafepairofhands]

Yeah, after what he did to Pharah, guess who's not getting the benefit of the doubt?

[wallride]

I guess... not him?