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

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?