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[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.

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[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet looks up and sets down the large glass tube he was holding back into its stand with surprising care, given what he's working with, and crosses the medbay to stop in front of the slab Ravage picked, looking unaccountably pleased.]

Good--I was intending on calling you if you didn't show. If I am inferring correctly from the thrilled look on your face that Soundwave talked you into hauling yourself down here, thank him for me, please. [He reaches out, but... not quickly, telegraphing the movement before he starts to run a scan and probe at Ravage with delicate clawtips, his touch light and businesslike.] How are you feeling? Besides kidnapped, obviously, there isn't much I can do about that just at the moment.

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[Yeah, those claws for hands are definitely new. He's going to stare at them for a moment, before lifting his gaze up to Ratchet as he stops by the slab.]

He did, yes. He insisted even though I didn't think I needed to. [But at least Ratchet is one of the few Autobots he still trusts after the mutiny. He did save him from the field after all. He shifts a little, but stays in his spot as the probing and scanning begins.]

Relieved to have seen Soundwave. [Which was important.] I don't trust the captains of this ship, however, and not sure who all I trust.

[asafepairofhands]

I've been trying to haul everybody in here, if only to re-establish a medical baseline if anything happens. And honestly, after everything that's been going on with you specifically, doing a thorough check will make it one fewer thing I'll be worrying about.

[He taps delicately at the screen folded out of his wrist with a single clawtip, his optics flicking over from the readouts to Ravage's face, just briefly.]

I'm glad. [His claws slow for a moment, his face unreadable as he stares down at the screen.] ...I was the one who told him. Once we knew you were--once we knew what had happened at home. It was... not easy. I don't regret doing it, I guess, but it wasn't easy. I'm glad you've seen him again.

[Ratchet shakes himself free of that odd stillness that briefly possessed him and turns back to Ravage, claws flexing thoughtfully.]

Anyway, not trusting the captains seems a safe bet--I have no clue if they even know what the hell they're doing. You seem all right, though, as far as I can tell.