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[asafepairofhands]

[The feed cuts on to show a Cybertronian with a red and white helm, blue optics, and what appears to be a habitually irritated expression on his face. His voice is brisk and no-nonsense.]

This is Ratchet, former Chief Autobot Medical Officer. I've been assigned here as a field medic, apparently, though I'm volunteering to lend my hand in the medical bay on the ship in my off-time. I have no idea where we are or what happened to get us here, which I can deal with considering everything else that's happened the last year or so, but I really don't like not knowing the effects this "Ingress" [brings bright red hands, chipped in places to reveal specks of blue paint, up to add scarequotes] thing may have had on us, so I want people in for checkups.

Autobots, since there seem to be some of you on the ship, I'm assuming I'm still ranking medical officer here so I'm making that an order--report to Moro deck room 022 earliest. Non-Autobots... I obviously can't order you to do anything, but barring any wild extenuating circumstances you're welcome to drop by for a systems check also. You won't be turned away out of hand.

I specialize in non-organic medicine so if there are any non-Cybertronians on board who fit that bill, I can't promise anything, but I'll take a look. If you're strictly organic, you should probably just hit the regular medibay, but I've got some experience and I won't turn you away if you want to come here instead for whatever reason.

Any current medical officers seeing this, I'd like to talk supplies and if I can get put on rotation--I have a holomatter avatar, same as the others, so I'll fit just fine. Unless any of you expect my field medic duties to take up the majority of my time, in which case I would like a much more thorough briefing on what the fresh hell is going on here.

Ratchet out.

Comments

[iseedeadbees]

It said 'Hello, my name is turbine chest, please knock and say hello', and then it had one of those little smilie faces. They weren't even creative, it's kind of sad.

[asafepairofhands]

[LAUGHS IN STARSCREAM'S FACE]

Yeah, okay. Sad. Mmmmm.

[iseedeadbees]

[Get away from Starscream's face good lord]

Look, if someone's going to take the time out of their day to insult me, they should actually try to put some real effort into it! Take some pride in their work, you know!

[asafepairofhands]

Hey, you're a benevolent dictator with standards, I get it.

[iseedeadbees]

Something like that. Anyway, I'm sure you'll be busy with people dropping in for check ups soon, or busy putting people back together after Tarn snaps them in half, so I'll let you go.

[asafepairofhands]

Yeah, yeah.

[He hesitates briefly.]

You can come by too, you know. If you happened to get injured, too--from what I hear, Tarn isn't too keen on people who left the Decepticons. Just a rumor.

...but I won't turn you away, regardless. Just so you know.

[iseedeadbees]

I'll be sure to keep that offer in mind. Surprisingly, Tarn hasn't actually given me too much trouble yet. I'd say I'm not too worried, but then I can't help but wonder what's going to happen once he burns out his current T-cog.