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35th Transmission

[Well! Here's a voice that hasn't been heard in some time. You all have Jak to thank for this. And no, he doesn't sound frantic, don't you dare suggest it, you're imagining things.]

Ratchet! Respond! Where--Has anyone seen him!

Mikaela--I...

What has happened?

[Locked to Jazz, and King: 85% Unhackable]

No good with apologies. But I... I am sorry.

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You lack a vehicle mode.

No. I refuse.

Who needs a vehicle mode with legs like these?

C'mooooooon we would so make a great team.

You do. To keep up with me.

No. I am not a sidekick.

That sounds like a ~dare~.

Fine, we race for it. Whoever loses is the sidekick.

I could outpace you even on a slow day.

Sure you could, old timer.

... Do not... call me that. Unless you suddenly turn silver and sprout ridiculous blades out your arms.

Okay if that happens, first thing I'm doing is calling a doctor.

Old timer.

[:3]

This old timer could still kick your aft into next century.

You wouldn't pick on someone smaller than you, would you?

Half the Decepticons I fight are smaller than I am.

Not reassuring me here, dude.

I know. That was the point.

Dude, you're cranky. Do you need a nap?

I have not refueled or recharged in days. Everything hurts. My head is leaking. My medic is missing and is damaged.

Yes, I am cranky.

[Right. Kinda got carried away in the moment there.]

Sorry, dude.

Not... your fault.

I should keep looking for him. I need to find him before... before something else happens.

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