Teamwork || Audio/Open

[lastofvaldemar]

Ironhide, Cliff Fitter? I believe a conference may be in order, for those of us foolish enough to have a try at this...ah..

Endeavor.

[Yeah, let's go with that.]

In addition, though have met miss Sabriel; Ratched Pamela, and...Catpaw. We should speak more if we're going to be working together.

Do you not agree?

Comments

[combined commentlog?]

[lastofvaldemar]

[When Ironhide gets to Sergei's Vanyel has preceded him, sitting comfortably, with his back to a wall, where he can see the entire room. He nods politely]

[combined commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide glances his way, before continuing on to get his drink. It's been a while since he actually refueled, anyway. Energon should, for all intents and purposes, at least help stabilize his temper. Someone gets crankier when he's hungry

Drink collected, he approaches.]

You the one I came to meet?

[combined commentlog]

[tattoofists]

[Cliff lumbers through the door a half a minute later, gaze wandering to suss out the room before he turns his attention to Vanyel and Ironhide.]

Alpha and Beta leaders, yeah? I'm Cliff from Gamma.

[combined commentlog]

[lastofvaldemar]

Yes, and I am Vanyel.

[Ironhide is known of, if not known well, but Cliff is entirely new. Van greets them both with a polite nod]

I hope you're finding your assigned teams satisfactory.

[combined commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Ironhide.

[He takes a drink from the cube, watching them both.]

We are adjusting. You wanted to talk?

[combined commentlog]

[tattoofists]

[Cliff folds his arms and leans against the top of one of the tables.]

No issues so far. I'm pretty happy with the group I've got. Still one or two stragglers to hunt down, but we're getting there.

It's good to know the faces of the other squad leaders.

[combined commentlog]

[lastofvaldemar]

And good to meet likeminded passengers, regardless of the reason.

[Yeah, Van's still not sold on this plan enough to think of it as anything but stopgap, despite his promises to help and lead. Time will tell.]

Near as I can tell, my own group seems to consist primarily of mages. Magic-users. Are you finding the choices made for you to be similarly specialized?

[combined commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I intend to call mine to order soon.

[Soon as he's less likely to snarl at them over nothing.]

I have yet to make the assessment. King is a combatant. So am I. That is as much as I can judge right now...

[He gives both of them a long stare.]

Heard you both ended up with Autobots on your teams... Trust you will treat them as you would any other soldier.

[combined commentlog]

[tattoofists]

I met up with Bumblebee earlier and I've got full confidence in his abilities. Besides, he's a pretty cool guy.

Other than him I've got a shifter, an attack mage that will double as a medic and one more that I'm unfamiliar with. I'll catch up with Twig soon though.

[combined commentlog]

[lastofvaldemar]

I'll treat him as I would any other, be assured.

[It's about now Van wishes he'd had the foresight to get a drink of his own.]

I hope you won't hesitate to ask for assistance, either of you, should you need it.

[combined commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Good.

[He studies his cube.] Yeah, noted. I doubt we will need assistance. Unless it is medic-related.

[combined commentlog]

[tattoofists]

Nah, I think we've got it mostly covered.

[Cliff's in one of his thinking moods. He won't be sitting down or drinking for a while yet.]

Though, correct me if I'm wrong, Ratchet doubles as the Autobot medic, right? If anything happens to Bee and we can't get to Ratchet, what do you suggest we do?

[combined commentlog]

[lastofvaldemar]

How close track to you keep of the comms? There are others skilled in...Well. I've heard at least one person inviting one of your kind [He gestures at Ironhide] for repairs.

[combined commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah, he is.

[Ironhide grunts, turning this over in his head. This is why he didn't want to be separated from their medic in the first place.]

We are capable of some self-repair, on our own. Larger injury requires a medic... Mechanics may be of some help. But our fluid is... dangerous to your kind. Larger injury needs Ratchet.

[And Ironhide accepts repairs from no one else.]

Bumblebee is capable of assessing his own injury. If he cannot be moved, he will contact me. I will come for him. Or else employ a mechanic.

Who was it? The one asking to repair us?

[combined commentlog]

[lastofvaldemar]

A young woman. I didn't catch her name, but someone answered her request... I'm sure it's still there to hear.

I'm almost afraid to ask, but dangerous how? Ratchet isn't purely a... [Not really the right word for it, but] A healer, correct? I haven't yet met with him.