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

[asafepairofhands]

If it's Sideswipe [Ratchet speaks after a long moment, his voice slow and thoughtful.] and it were me, I would tell him that something happened to your spark when Magnus broke the news about the mutiny to weaken it, and all the stress of everything since hasn't allowed it to get better. [He shoots Riptide a level look, his face unreadable.]

But that medical is doing everything they can to find a way to stabilize it, so not to worry too much.

[knaval]

Okay.





...Thanks.

[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet looks suddenly, unspeakably tired. He's angry, and morning, and he still feels guilty for shouting at Riptide--he wants to apologize, but he's not sure if he should, or even if Riptide would accept it if he did. He swallows hard.]

Of course. [He says this instead.] Any time.

[knaval]

Y...yeah.

[he shuffles awkwardly.]

Um. I'll be going, then. I'm sure you don't really want me to stick around.