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[doc_ratchet]

Ratchet stumbles into the Nexus looking a little frazzled. There's a couple of random scorch marks along his chassis, and a few whisps of smoke are still drifting away as he comes to a halt

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[rigormartis]

Fight something?

Someone's got to have some, it's all over the place.

[doc_ratchet]

"Too messy," Ratchet replies with a dismissive wave of his hand. "But highly satisfying when you can get away with it."

[turnabout_girl]

Booze, lots and lots of booze. Or expensive chocolate.

*then she notices who she's talking to and meeps* Uh, no energon here, but I'm sure someone will show up with some.

[doc_ratchet]

Ratchet eyes her warily as she "meeps". "You okay? I've never heard that particular sound out of a human before."

[turnabout_girl]

Oh yeah, I'm fine. You remind me of an old friend. *nervous chuckle*

[doc_ratchet]

"I'm... sorry?" Ratchet offers, a little confused.

[scorposnake]

"Yeah, I get those every time we get our tails kicked by the Maxis. I just take it out on them next time.

Haven't seen hide or hair of any energon, though."

[doc_ratchet]

Ratchet grumbles about the lack of energon.

"Get your tails handed to you often do you?"

[scorposnake]

"Hey, it ain't my fault that they got more shiny toys than us. I do my part."

[violet_cure]

Cureall is giving Ratchet the biggest most adoreing optics ever. The blue fire lizard on her shoulder also stares. LEIK OMG NAMESAKE! :O

The minibot brings out a cube of left over energon and holds out to offer it to the medic. "This one...finds hugs make the day go by easier...sir?" She answers shyly. This may not be her Ratchet...no running to him and bawling her optics out.

[doc_ratchet]

"Don't call me sir," he grumbles. "I feel old enough chasing after these little fraggers without minibots calling me 'sir'." He sighs, softening the grumble, as he takes the cube. With deft precision, he splits the cube in two with one of his laser scalpels and hands half back to her. He's a little unnerved by her awed expression, but he pretends not to notice it.

"Name's Ratchet," he offers, motioning for her to take her half of the energon and join him. "What's yours? And what is that?" he asks, pointing at the fire lizard.

[violet_cure]

She gasps and takes the other half of the cube, "This one is sorry, it's just...you are a very famous mech where this one is from." And he restored part of her missing memory, but since he's not her Ratchet, she won't bother him about it.

She gives a polite bow, "This one is called Cureall. She is a medic also." The lizard chirrups and shifts to move to her shoulder, "This is Baby Ratchet. He is a fire lizard."

[doc_ratchet]

Ratchet looks a little surprised. And vaguely embarrassed. Especially as she names the lizard.

"Famous? What? I finally went stark raving loony and murdered everyone in their berths?" he snorts. "Baby Ratchet, eh?"

[medicredalert]

I usually pull myself aside and find something to work on.

[doc_ratchet]

"Oh, I usually have plenty enough to work on," Ratchet grumbles. "That's the slagging problem! Put 'em back together just in time to run out and get slagged again." He throws his hands up in the air and continues grumbling.

[medicredalert]

Don't I know it. One of my team-mates is the same way. Hot Shot's his name. Brave, but has a distinct lack of sense.

[doc_ratchet]

"Exactly," Ratchet exclaims with a nod. "All turbos and exhaust fumes, and processors stuffed with the sense Primus gave a rock! What is it with kids these days?"