[ ✘ ] Ratchet read the single word and turned off the datapad. Setting it aside, he vented heavily. He wasn’t sure if he was going to get Blurr in trouble if he left his “bunker” just to see him. Where was Blurr, anyway ? He assumed he’d be in the facility where he was revived, or maybe he thought he was still on Earth. But Earth, really ?
[ ✘ ] He shook his helm and vented as he rested his cheek in one servo, glancing off to the side in deep thought. This would be perhaps the firstactual conversation outside of his team in… Forever, really. His optics closed as he took a moment to think things over.
[ ✘ ] What could possibly go wrong, right ? Nothing. At least he hoped nothing would go wrong. It was just a doctor seeing how someone was doing. After all, Blurr just came back from the dead, although he didn’t know how long ago he was repaired. He was… worried for him ?
[ ✘ ] He figured he might as well get some shut eye and try to sleep the anxiety away. And if that fails, he’ll most likely get some work done, if there was any work to do in the first place.
[ ✘ ] He stood, pushing the chair aside and started to head towards his small quarters to see if he really did want to get some sleep. He’d find out soon enough.
ϟ|| Blurr would lying if he said he wasn’t at least the slightest bit nervous. Just even thinking of leaving the safety of the “bunker” would get him scolded, but actually going out and leaving? He was sure he would get some heavy form of repercussion. But he would take it, whatever he could of it really. After all, he hadn’t seen a real doctor in so long. Perceptor was a scientist, and while he knew a great extent on how the body works and how makes up how they functioned, Perceptor would be able to perform open spark surgery. He needed to see a medic, a real medic. Just to be sure everything on his insides were alright.
ϟ|| Not like he had any real reason to be concerned about his health. But he knew that getting a check up would be for the best, to ensure that he would be in the best shape, there were surprises at every corner in this life, and he wanted to be prepared, always. That’s all he was really seeing this as, a simple trip to the good doctor, make sure his cogs all wind up the proper way, and that there was nothing wrong with him in his processor. Being a soldier took a heavy toll on the brain, and you always have to be not only physically strong, but mentally as well.
ϟ|| Blurr was never really a socializing bot anyways. Sure he liked attention quite a lot, he was well known, but as a member of the Elite Guard, his work came before anything else. It was funny to think of, considering his last known memory with Ratchet, he didn’t really learn much of his personality, or his likes, dislikes. Despite being there for a short time, he realized he really knew almost nothing about him. At least, he knew what the files and databases told him, but files could only give so much information.
ϟ|| Perhaps this trip wouldn’t be all bad. Not only would he get a proper check up, but he would be able to learn more, supply the files with new and accurate information. For later use.
ϟ|| The trip would take about a day’s travel, since he didn’t have access to a space bridge. Enduing stasis, he soon awoke a few hours later, entering Earth’s atmosphere. He never really did get to appreciate the beauty of this world, not like Jazz did. In fact he was almost a bit...jealous. His ship began to guide him through the set coordinates given to him by the medic, and thought that now would be a good time to contact the Autobot, letting him know he wouldn’t be far the destination point soon.
|Nearingdestination. Iawaityourarrival.|
ϟ|| How incredibly formal..
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