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11th Transmission -- 4TH WALL EVENT

... Why are the birds speaking.

[Ironhide can be found sitting outside of his artichoke pod and casually throwing rocks at one of the aforementioned birds in irritation.

The bird does not shut up.]

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[No. Now there isn't any problem at all. He shakes his head though, and steps forward, clasping a heavy hand on a neon shoulder.]

Where have you been?

... I am beginning to think that there has been a miscommunication. How long have you been here?

[He says nothing, but doesn't move either. From his recollection, they were both formerly in Egypt. While he was surprised at the change in locale, he hadn't expected Ironhide to be in any different of a situation.]

[He doesn't let go, instead, bringing his other hand up to grip Ratchet's opposite shoulder, in utter relief.]

Months. Been stuck here months.

[Alone. Until Bumblebee arrived a few weeks ago.]

[Ratchet stares at him incredulously for a moment, mouth open to say something. Ironhide was not the type to exaggerate - Though how this was even remotely possible, the medic had no idea. They were talking about unprecedented time discrepencies...]

Perhaps you should start from the beginning. Just where is this place exactly?

[He watches that reaction, slowly shaking his head. He expected as much. But it's good to see Ratchet isn't immediately discrediting him.]

Yeah... sure.

[And here comes the explanation. They're in a place called Vertiline. They've been brought here to fight, and protect the populace from monsters. The people in charge are all fools who don't know what they're up against. There are monsters lurking in the fog. And it's been very, very lonely.]

[This sounded absolutely ludicrous. Were it not coming from the Weapons Master, Ratchet likely would have discredited the story without a second thought.

However, that wouldn't explain Ratchet's presence there either; he had no idea how he'd been taken from his own timeline. There were quite a few questions left unanswered - But at least, unlike his comrade, he hadn't been left here on his own.]

Fascinating.

Before you were transported to this... 'universe', what is the last event you remember?

I would be curious to know how they are removing us from our respective worlds without damaging the timelines. Were the three of us to vanish from where we are meant to be, it would be rather obvious that something was amiss...

You would think it was fascinating.

[But there's no real anger or heat to the words. If anything, there's faint amusement. He shakes his head, before his expression sobers.]

Last I remember... I was getting this.

[He gestures toward the nasty hole in his chest armor. It's no longer cracked and scorched, thanks to natural regenerative functions, but that is still a big gaping hole there.]

[Ratchet's optics fell to the damage, remembering quite clearly just how it had been dealt. For him, it was only minutes earlier. But for Ironhide to have dealt with such a blatant gap in his defenses for months...

His expression darkened, fingers gently touching the jagged edges of the plating.]

Based on my recollection of events, I had already begun examining your injuries.

[And what he remembered was the wound being in worse shape - It certainly verified the time span that Ironhide had been talking about.]

I suppose you have already dampened the sensory feedback.

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[Gentle as the medic is, Ironhide can't help but hiss as the injury is examined. It's still sore -- still causing a lot of problems. But it's better than it was. And it's not on fire any longer, which is important.]

Just got it before I showed up here.

[His scarred old face twitches, grinning faintly.]

Brought it back online... just for you.

[The hiss is enough to make Ratchet draw his hand away, leaning in closer to visually examine the damage. He expected it would still be causing pain, but from his experience with the Weapons Master... The old fool would sooner turn off the sensory input than deal with the issue.]

Thick-headed old fool - You did not have to do that.

[He filters a sigh, a hand resting on his hip.]

Without the proper equipment, I will not be able to fully mend this. However, a temporary patch would be enough to keep your internal systems protected until I can complete the repair.

[He grumbles, but doesn't otherwise protest the proximity, or the study. He's used to this. It's familiar, almost relaxing, in its own way. Something he's so completely used to, he could be anywhere and relax, once Ratchet started taking care of things.]

Did too. Would have lectured me, otherwise.

[His good optic tracks the shift, the hand on the hip.]

Ready to take anything, at this point.

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11th Transmission -- 4TH WALL EVENT

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