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1) [Optimus]
[The Leader of the Autobots had recently returned, and not for the better. The contents of his trailer were testament to that. Ratchet was in critical condition - several sections of his body literally blown out by shots from Starscream. And it wasn't just that...]
I apologize for not preparing any of you for the appearance of the Constructicons or the Triple Changers. While it was fortunate that we were able to stop them before they could go on a rampage... the threat may be even greater if Megatron has had the other combiner groups arrive on Earth.
[Wait. OTHER groups?! There was more than just those guys?!]
There is... a lot you may need to ask me after this battle. And I am willing to answer as much as I can to ensure we are prepared for our next battle.
2) [Ratchet & Wheeljack]
[For those of you who want to visit the downed Autobot... well... its a mess. A lot of his body was actually opened up, revealing the intricate workings of the machinery within... and there was a lot busted. Damaged plating and wrecked parts were scattered across the ground and there were a LOT of cables snaking into the wounds and other areas. As he happened to BE this team's medic, one of the other Autobots from another group had came by temporarily to assist the technician teams to stabilize Ratchet and handle the more difficult and tremendously finicky of procedures so he could be left in their care. A low and rasping crackle echoed through the air as the distinct mechanical keening of Cybertronian rang through the hangar.]
Ratchet! Buddy! Take it easy! You're safe... we're getting you fixed up alright? You're good... First Aid was just here, he helped the mechanics get everything sorted out... you remember First Aid right? Hot Spot's crew? The Protectobots?
[This earned more cybertronian and a pointed look at the inventor.]
Yeah yeah, silly me. I forgot you picked him out as your protege. Course you know him...
[Coughing, gears grinding.]
Just so we're clear. If something happens... He gets my job as Chief Medic, and you're sending my hands to Whirl. Got it?
But nothing's going to happen! You're fine, heck maybe aside from getting some off time you'll be good to go again! Besides, you really wouldn't want your replacement to have to spend his time dealing with me right? His processor would crash in weeks!
[Wheeljack laughs anxiously, despite not having a mouth at all - he was worried to all hell and blaming himself a little for Ratchet's injuries, holding onto the Medic's hand.]
Primus no. It'd be DAYS rather than weeks. I wouldn't wish that on anyone, even the Decepticons.
[Ratchet laughs a little, it kind of hurts though.]
I'm just glad you got it right. I'd feel embarrassed if something blew up after I took that hit for you.
[The two share a chuckle before they notice you.]
Oh hey, you got visitors! You want me to show myself out or....
[The Leader of the Autobots had recently returned, and not for the better. The contents of his trailer were testament to that. Ratchet was in critical condition - several sections of his body literally blown out by shots from Starscream. And it wasn't just that...]
I apologize for not preparing any of you for the appearance of the Constructicons or the Triple Changers. While it was fortunate that we were able to stop them before they could go on a rampage... the threat may be even greater if Megatron has had the other combiner groups arrive on Earth.
[Wait. OTHER groups?! There was more than just those guys?!]
There is... a lot you may need to ask me after this battle. And I am willing to answer as much as I can to ensure we are prepared for our next battle.
2) [Ratchet & Wheeljack]
[For those of you who want to visit the downed Autobot... well... its a mess. A lot of his body was actually opened up, revealing the intricate workings of the machinery within... and there was a lot busted. Damaged plating and wrecked parts were scattered across the ground and there were a LOT of cables snaking into the wounds and other areas. As he happened to BE this team's medic, one of the other Autobots from another group had came by temporarily to assist the technician teams to stabilize Ratchet and handle the more difficult and tremendously finicky of procedures so he could be left in their care. A low and rasping crackle echoed through the air as the distinct mechanical keening of Cybertronian rang through the hangar.]
Ratchet! Buddy! Take it easy! You're safe... we're getting you fixed up alright? You're good... First Aid was just here, he helped the mechanics get everything sorted out... you remember First Aid right? Hot Spot's crew? The Protectobots?
[This earned more cybertronian and a pointed look at the inventor.]
Yeah yeah, silly me. I forgot you picked him out as your protege. Course you know him...
[Coughing, gears grinding.]
Just so we're clear. If something happens... He gets my job as Chief Medic, and you're sending my hands to Whirl. Got it?
But nothing's going to happen! You're fine, heck maybe aside from getting some off time you'll be good to go again! Besides, you really wouldn't want your replacement to have to spend his time dealing with me right? His processor would crash in weeks!
[Wheeljack laughs anxiously, despite not having a mouth at all - he was worried to all hell and blaming himself a little for Ratchet's injuries, holding onto the Medic's hand.]
Primus no. It'd be DAYS rather than weeks. I wouldn't wish that on anyone, even the Decepticons.
[Ratchet laughs a little, it kind of hurts though.]
I'm just glad you got it right. I'd feel embarrassed if something blew up after I took that hit for you.
[The two share a chuckle before they notice you.]
Oh hey, you got visitors! You want me to show myself out or....
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