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[handsphd]

I don't have time for this.

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[gridfather]

[ Don't mind him, he's just taking a peek under the hood, as it were, running a handful of scans. ]

'fraid you're gonna have to make time, man. This virus is a real nasty customer.

[handsphd]

What in the name of Cybertron are you going on about?

[Sounds fake. Listen, he's the last person to take a medical concern lightly, but if there was something wrong he thinks he would know about it.]

[requestingfistbump]

You will have to make time. Initial scans indicate you are a non-Omnic robot of unknown origins and design. You must present credentials or submit to a full system scan.

[ There's been a lot of chaos going on in Numbani lately, and she has been advised to be extra cautious about anything... suspicious. ]

[handsphd]

[What is this, a human-made robot? Cute. He’ll grudgingly admit that they’ve gotten better since the last time he encountered their technology, though.]

Autobot Ratchet- former Chief Medical Officer. Wasn’t designed by anyone. Not a robot and I’m damn well not an Omnic, whatever that’s supposed to mean.

[Been a long time since he’s had to introduce himself to anyone. Not sure how humans are viewing their kind these days, or if his titles actually mean anything to anyone on that dirt ball.]

[sword_redemption]

You never have time for anything fun.

[handsphd]

Your definition of fun and my definition of fun are two very different things.

[sword_redemption]

Uh.

I don't think you even have a definition of fun.

You and Ultra Magnus could have a No Fun Off.

[If that's even a thing. Which...doesn't sound like fun.]

[handsphd]

[You aren't wrong.]

Well, Magnus has his priorities straight.

You ever stop to think that some of us are a little too busy working to have "fun"?

[Yes, he is absolutely doing air quotes right now.]

[automobile_enthusiast]

Then why are you here, hm?

[handsphd]

My entire job consists of doing things I don't enjoy. I make time for it anyways.

[Even though making time for all the minor injuries that occur on the Lost Light feels like he's practicing babysitting more often than he's practicing medicine.]

[sword_redemption]

Ratchet, you don't like it when I'm working.

[Considering Drift's work tends to involve stabbing mechs.]

[handsphd]

Well then, I guess our ideas of work are different, too.

[Polar opposites, actually, but what else is new.]

I'm sure you can find some way to pass the time without injuring yourself... or anyone else.

[sword_redemption]

Hey! I don't injure myself.

[He's pretty good at that. Anyone else? Yeah, that's another story.]

I suppose I could meditate some more.

[Like, right here? Right now? You weren't doing anything on this desk, were you?]

[handsphd]

Suppose that puts you a step above Rodimus, at least.

[Not that that's saying much.

HEAVY SIGHING.]

I told you to go waste your time, not mine, too.

[What did he Just say about some people trying to get Actual Work done.]

[sword_redemption]

Hey! Rodimus is captain!

[Don't talk about Rodimus that way, Ratchet! ]

Meditation doesn't waste time, Ratchet. I mean, you probably could use a good cleaning of your aura.

[handsphd]

And Optimus was Prime, but that doesn't mean I let him run around making stupid decisions.

[Of course, Optimus kept on doing it anyways, as will Rodimus- but that isn't about to keep Ratchet from yelling at him over it.]

My aura.

[Said in the most deadpan tone possible.]

Enlighten me. What exactly is so wrong with my aura that it needs to be cleansed?

[sword_redemption]

Yeah, he did those on his own.

[Someone upset that Optimus bailed on the war, maybe? Hey, you start something, you gotta finish it. Even if you finish it on the other team.]

Well, I mean, it's all grim and frowny, for one thing.

[handsphd]

[A snort.]

Guess we agree on something, after all.

[Old friends or otherwise, he's never agreed with Optimus' methods of handling... well, most situations, quite frankly.]

You ever stop to think that maybe I prefer it that way?

[automobile_enthusiast]

So is this part of your work? Or are you just punishing yourself during your free time for the fun of it?

[sword_redemption]

We agree on a lot of things, Ratchet.

Rock monsters are bad. Whirl is crazy. And sparkeaters are real.

[You tried to deny that last one, didn't you?]

No?

[Honest answer. Thinking isn't his strong suit in the first place, Ratchet. And in the second, who would choose to be grumpy?]

[handsphd]

Technoparasites. Technoparasites are real.

[He's only being obnoxiously technical because he can't really disagree with any of the other statements.]

Well, I do. Don't want people to get the impression that I enjoy having my work interrupted because they think I want to have a friendly chat with them. I don't have time for pleasantries.

don't give him that face!

[sword_redemption]

Same thing.

[He says, placidly. He's won that point, so he can be gracious. Ish. About it.]

Everyone has time to be pleasant, Ratchet.

You know what I think? [Well TOO BAD you're going to find out.] I think you don't realize how much we appreciate you.

it was well deserved

[handsphd]

Clearly I'm not everyone, then.

[And he'd very much like to see everyone else find time to be "pleasant" while still running a medical bay on a ship like the Lost Light, thank you very much.]

I-- of course you do. You know damn well no one else is gonna piece you all back together... repeatedly.

[Is he trying to deflect the conversation? Yes. Yes he is. He was caught off guard.]

[requestingfistbump]

[ Here in Numbani, humans and Omnics live side by side as equals, friends, or more. They can even been seen walking side by side on the sidewalks. The rest of the world? Opinions... vary, though they lean towards the negative. ]

Your confusion is noted, however the attitude is not appreciated, Former Chief Medical Officer Autobot Ratchet.

[ Her face may not be anywhere near as expressive as his but she manages what one could only call a disproving mom look. ]

Omnics are those of mechanical origin who are Aware. Who have a heart. Such as myself.

[handsphd]

[Being called out for his attitude is far from a first for Ratchet, but it’s been quite a while since he’d been scolded for it. He rolls his optics, but chooses not to pick a fight over it, tempting as it is to snark back. He’s above petty arguing- sometimes.]

A heart? As in part organic?

[Squinting a little. Earth has more expressions than he knows what to do with, so he isn’t sure if it’s meant to be taken literally, but it makes him wary nonetheless. He thinks about the last time humans attempted to blend organics with robotic technology on a frequent basis- to say it hasn’t ended well would be somewhat of an understatement, and doing poor Sunstreaker a disservice.]