Rock An’ Roll Out

[blaster-official]

Hey, talk about no place. I can't even get a bottom 40 station out here!

I heard you were lookin’ for the rockin’-est autobot this side of the known galaxy, yea? Well, you’re tuned into the right frequency, yo! This is Blaster, Autobot Communications Officer and special operations expert! Stick around and maybe we can blast some tunes together, you feel me? I even got my cassettes with me!

Blaster’s Cassettes:

@rewind-official

@eject-official

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Hey, Mun here! Just gonna set up the ground rules,

1. SFW only

2. shipping is allowed, but do let me know and if I say no don't pursue it

3. violence and gore don't bother me at all (just ask before doing any intense plots)

4. bigotry of any form will get you blocked as fuck

<3

Other stuff:

Blaster’s pronouns are He/him, Mun is she/her

[ratchet-offical]

prob no signal

also the building they were investigated like exploded last we heard so idk i think they might've been a little busy

Great! JUST GREAT!

@blaster-official and whichever Soundwave was with you.

[blaster-official]

Yo, Doc, chill on out, me and SG got out unscathed!

(More or less)

[ratchet-offical]

Really?! Because that’s not what I heard!

[blaster-official]

Uh…

What did you heard?

Cause, y’know, you’re kinda gettin’ old there doc

Maybe ya misheard

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet goes stiff*

What did you just say to me?

[blaster-official]

Nothin’! Nothin’!

Sorry for makin’ ya worry, doc

But na, me and SG are pretty okay, a little poisoned a little blasted, but in tact

[ratchet-offical]

A LITTLE WHAT?!

[blaster-official]

Well, they threw a corrosive gas at us, but we only breathed in a little!

[ratchet-offical]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

GET INTO MEDBAY RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME PRIMUS—

[blaster-official]

Alright, alright, chill my guy!

On my way!

[ratchet-offical]

DONT TELL ME TO CHILL—

[blaster-official]

[Blaster steps into the medbay, already braced for whatever tool might get thrown at his helm]

Yo, Ratch, wassup?

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet refrains from throwing a wrench, and instead grabs Blaster and hauls him to the nearest medberth*

Sit down there, and tell me everything that hurts, or was affected by your little adventure,

[blaster-official]

Righto, well, I got bashed in the head a couple times, got shot right here in my torso and breathe in a bit of the poison.

Really, I don’t think any of it is particularly concerning and my vents are only a bit irritated from breathing it in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet sighs deeply, and drags his hands down his face*

Right. Because breathing in poison and getting shot is normal nowadays…

Okay, lay down and be quiet. I’m gonna take a look at your torso.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster does as he’s told but continues talking]

Oh, Doc! You wound me! You know silence is my only weakness!

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet gives him a sharp tap on the side of the helm*

Keep talking, and I shut off your vocalizer.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster smiles playfully but shuts up this time]

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, it looks like you’re mostly okay here. I’ll need to crimp a few wires, and replace some lining, but otherwise you’re okay. I can weld it up pretty fast.

Let me see your vents. Open them wide, and cycle them.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster takes a deep in vent but ends up in a coughing fit]

Ack—! *cough* ugh, frag, sorry.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet waves his hand dismissively*

It’s fine, it’s fine.

Where’s the issue? Is it a block in the airways? Or something else?

[blaster-official]

It’s like my vents are scratched up on the inside, it only really hurts when I vent too hard or cough.

[ratchet-offical]

Huh. Interesting…

Okay, just open them for me, and don’t vent.

Your systems might struggle with heat fluctuations, but it shouldn’t be serious. I need your air filters to stop moving so I can get to work.

[blaster-official]

Alright, I guess it’s gotta be done

[he looked mildly miserable but allowed Ratchet to work]

[ratchet-offical]

Thanks…

*Ratchet immediately gets to work, and for a long while, his concentration is focused on figuring out how to fix the issue. Eventually he sighs in annoyance, and straightens from where he’s leaning over*

Well, luckily it’s nothing that’ll kill you. Unfortunately, it’s gonna be a pain in the aft for me to fix.

[blaster-official]

Damn, just my luck, huh?

Sorry, doc.

[ratchet-offical]

It’s whatever. I’ve had to deal with worse.

This’ll probably be easier for both of us if I knock you out, and take you apart real quick.

But you can choose to stay awake, if you’d rather…

[blaster-official]

Nope, I’m good, wake me up later.

[ratchet-offical]

Got it. I’m gonna slap one of these—

*brandishes a patch*

—onto you, and you’ll count to ten.

By the time you reach eight, you should be passed out, and the next thing you’ll remember is waking up.

[blaster-official]

Alright,

One, two, three, four, five, six—

[thunk]

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet immediately jumps into action, pulling apart the bot under his servos in the way only a professional medic can.

In barely any time, he’s gotten most of Blaster’s internals exposed, and is working on opening his ventilation systems.

When he finally gets in, he’s does a few adjustments, and re-lines the entire system. It takes him a few hours, but by the time he’s done, Blaster’s air unit looks factory new.

After that, Ratchet works on repairing the minor wounds from whatever fight they’d gotten into, and fixing up the hole from the blaster-fire.

When he’s done, he closes Blaster back up, and cleans his tools. All that’s left is to wait for the patch to wear off…*

[blaster-official]

Ughh…

[Blaster sits up slowly and rubs his head]

Man, you weren’t lyin’

That stuff knocks you right out.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet smirks*

I know. It works great on ornery frontliners who run from their checkups, and the head of spec-ops, who also runs from his checkups…

If you see Jazz, tell him I’m looking for him. His vornly physical is overdue.

Anyways, how are you feeling? Any pain left?

[blaster-official]

[Blaster checks his HUD and tries out his vents again and everything runs smoothly]

Fit as a fiddle, doc! You’re the best in the biz!

By the way, if you want me to just slap one of those on Jazz, I’m plenty capable.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet's plating flares with pride*

Of course I am. I'm not the CMO for nothing.

And no, just pass the message along. I want to slap it on personally…

[blaster-official]

Haha! Alright, hopefully he won’t shoot the messenger

See-ya ‘round, Ratch

[ratchet-offical]

prob no signal

also the building they were investigated like exploded last we heard so idk i think they might've been a little busy

Great! JUST GREAT!

@blaster-official and whichever Soundwave was with you.

[blaster-official]

Yo, Doc, chill on out, me and SG got out unscathed!

(More or less)

[ratchet-offical]

Really?! Because that’s not what I heard!

[blaster-official]

Uh…

What did you heard?

Cause, y’know, you’re kinda gettin’ old there doc

Maybe ya misheard

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet goes stiff*

What did you just say to me?

[blaster-official]

Nothin’! Nothin’!

Sorry for makin’ ya worry, doc

But na, me and SG are pretty okay, a little poisoned a little blasted, but in tact

[ratchet-offical]

A LITTLE WHAT?!

[blaster-official]

Well, they threw a corrosive gas at us, but we only breathed in a little!

[ratchet-offical]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

GET INTO MEDBAY RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME PRIMUS—

[blaster-official]

Alright, alright, chill my guy!

On my way!

[ratchet-offical]

DONT TELL ME TO CHILL—

[blaster-official]

[Blaster steps into the medbay, already braced for whatever tool might get thrown at his helm]

Yo, Ratch, wassup?

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet refrains from throwing a wrench, and instead grabs Blaster and hauls him to the nearest medberth*

Sit down there, and tell me everything that hurts, or was affected by your little adventure,

[blaster-official]

Righto, well, I got bashed in the head a couple times, got shot right here in my torso and breathe in a bit of the poison.

Really, I don’t think any of it is particularly concerning and my vents are only a bit irritated from breathing it in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet sighs deeply, and drags his hands down his face*

Right. Because breathing in poison and getting shot is normal nowadays…

Okay, lay down and be quiet. I’m gonna take a look at your torso.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster does as he’s told but continues talking]

Oh, Doc! You wound me! You know silence is my only weakness!

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet gives him a sharp tap on the side of the helm*

Keep talking, and I shut off your vocalizer.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster smiles playfully but shuts up this time]

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, it looks like you’re mostly okay here. I’ll need to crimp a few wires, and replace some lining, but otherwise you’re okay. I can weld it up pretty fast.

Let me see your vents. Open them wide, and cycle them.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster takes a deep in vent but ends up in a coughing fit]

Ack—! *cough* ugh, frag, sorry.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet waves his hand dismissively*

It’s fine, it’s fine.

Where’s the issue? Is it a block in the airways? Or something else?

[blaster-official]

It’s like my vents are scratched up on the inside, it only really hurts when I vent too hard or cough.

[ratchet-offical]

Huh. Interesting…

Okay, just open them for me, and don’t vent.

Your systems might struggle with heat fluctuations, but it shouldn’t be serious. I need your air filters to stop moving so I can get to work.

[blaster-official]

Alright, I guess it’s gotta be done

[he looked mildly miserable but allowed Ratchet to work]

[ratchet-offical]

Thanks…

*Ratchet immediately gets to work, and for a long while, his concentration is focused on figuring out how to fix the issue. Eventually he sighs in annoyance, and straightens from where he’s leaning over*

Well, luckily it’s nothing that’ll kill you. Unfortunately, it’s gonna be a pain in the aft for me to fix.

[blaster-official]

Damn, just my luck, huh?

Sorry, doc.

[ratchet-offical]

It’s whatever. I’ve had to deal with worse.

This’ll probably be easier for both of us if I knock you out, and take you apart real quick.

But you can choose to stay awake, if you’d rather…

[blaster-official]

Nope, I’m good, wake me up later.

[ratchet-offical]

Got it. I’m gonna slap one of these—

*brandishes a patch*

—onto you, and you’ll count to ten.

By the time you reach eight, you should be passed out, and the next thing you’ll remember is waking up.

[blaster-official]

Alright,

One, two, three, four, five, six—

[thunk]

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet immediately jumps into action, pulling apart the bot under his servos in the way only a professional medic can.

In barely any time, he’s gotten most of Blaster’s internals exposed, and is working on opening his ventilation systems.

When he finally gets in, he’s does a few adjustments, and re-lines the entire system. It takes him a few hours, but by the time he’s done, Blaster’s air unit looks factory new.

After that, Ratchet works on repairing the minor wounds from whatever fight they’d gotten into, and fixing up the hole from the blaster-fire.

When he’s done, he closes Blaster back up, and cleans his tools. All that’s left is to wait for the patch to wear off…*

[blaster-official]

Ughh…

[Blaster sits up slowly and rubs his head]

Man, you weren’t lyin’

That stuff knocks you right out.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet smirks*

I know. It works great on ornery frontliners who run from their checkups, and the head of spec-ops, who also runs from his checkups…

If you see Jazz, tell him I’m looking for him. His vornly physical is overdue.

Anyways, how are you feeling? Any pain left?

[blaster-official]

[Blaster checks his HUD and tries out his vents again and everything runs smoothly]

Fit as a fiddle, doc! You’re the best in the biz!

By the way, if you want me to just slap one of those on Jazz, I’m plenty capable.

[ratchet-offical]

prob no signal

also the building they were investigated like exploded last we heard so idk i think they might've been a little busy

Great! JUST GREAT!

@blaster-official and whichever Soundwave was with you.

[blaster-official]

Yo, Doc, chill on out, me and SG got out unscathed!

(More or less)

[ratchet-offical]

Really?! Because that’s not what I heard!

[blaster-official]

Uh…

What did you heard?

Cause, y’know, you’re kinda gettin’ old there doc

Maybe ya misheard

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet goes stiff*

What did you just say to me?

[blaster-official]

Nothin’! Nothin’!

Sorry for makin’ ya worry, doc

But na, me and SG are pretty okay, a little poisoned a little blasted, but in tact

[ratchet-offical]

A LITTLE WHAT?!

[blaster-official]

Well, they threw a corrosive gas at us, but we only breathed in a little!

[ratchet-offical]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

GET INTO MEDBAY RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME PRIMUS—

[blaster-official]

Alright, alright, chill my guy!

On my way!

[ratchet-offical]

DONT TELL ME TO CHILL—

[blaster-official]

[Blaster steps into the medbay, already braced for whatever tool might get thrown at his helm]

Yo, Ratch, wassup?

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet refrains from throwing a wrench, and instead grabs Blaster and hauls him to the nearest medberth*

Sit down there, and tell me everything that hurts, or was affected by your little adventure,

[blaster-official]

Righto, well, I got bashed in the head a couple times, got shot right here in my torso and breathe in a bit of the poison.

Really, I don’t think any of it is particularly concerning and my vents are only a bit irritated from breathing it in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet sighs deeply, and drags his hands down his face*

Right. Because breathing in poison and getting shot is normal nowadays…

Okay, lay down and be quiet. I’m gonna take a look at your torso.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster does as he’s told but continues talking]

Oh, Doc! You wound me! You know silence is my only weakness!

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet gives him a sharp tap on the side of the helm*

Keep talking, and I shut off your vocalizer.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster smiles playfully but shuts up this time]

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, it looks like you’re mostly okay here. I’ll need to crimp a few wires, and replace some lining, but otherwise you’re okay. I can weld it up pretty fast.

Let me see your vents. Open them wide, and cycle them.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster takes a deep in vent but ends up in a coughing fit]

Ack—! *cough* ugh, frag, sorry.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet waves his hand dismissively*

It’s fine, it’s fine.

Where’s the issue? Is it a block in the airways? Or something else?

[blaster-official]

It’s like my vents are scratched up on the inside, it only really hurts when I vent too hard or cough.

[ratchet-offical]

Huh. Interesting…

Okay, just open them for me, and don’t vent.

Your systems might struggle with heat fluctuations, but it shouldn’t be serious. I need your air filters to stop moving so I can get to work.

[blaster-official]

Alright, I guess it’s gotta be done

[he looked mildly miserable but allowed Ratchet to work]

[ratchet-offical]

Thanks…

*Ratchet immediately gets to work, and for a long while, his concentration is focused on figuring out how to fix the issue. Eventually he sighs in annoyance, and straightens from where he’s leaning over*

Well, luckily it’s nothing that’ll kill you. Unfortunately, it’s gonna be a pain in the aft for me to fix.

[blaster-official]

Damn, just my luck, huh?

Sorry, doc.

[ratchet-offical]

It’s whatever. I’ve had to deal with worse.

This’ll probably be easier for both of us if I knock you out, and take you apart real quick.

But you can choose to stay awake, if you’d rather…

[blaster-official]

Nope, I’m good, wake me up later.

[ratchet-offical]

Got it. I’m gonna slap one of these—

*brandishes a patch*

—onto you, and you’ll count to ten.

By the time you reach eight, you should be passed out, and the next thing you’ll remember is waking up.

[blaster-official]

Alright,

One, two, three, four, five, six—

[thunk]

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet immediately jumps into action, pulling apart the bot under his servos in the way only a professional medic can.

In barely any time, he’s gotten most of Blaster’s internals exposed, and is working on opening his ventilation systems.

When he finally gets in, he’s does a few adjustments, and re-lines the entire system. It takes him a few hours, but by the time he’s done, Blaster’s air unit looks factory new.

After that, Ratchet works on repairing the minor wounds from whatever fight they’d gotten into, and fixing up the hole from the blaster-fire.

When he’s done, he closes Blaster back up, and cleans his tools. All that’s left is to wait for the patch to wear off…*

[blaster-official]

Ughh…

[Blaster sits up slowly and rubs his head]

Man, you weren’t lyin’

That stuff knocks you right out.

[sg-soundwave-offical]

you and blaster should go to a rave

might need holoforms tho

Maybe...

@blaster-official You wanna go to a rave?

[blaster-official]

Y’know what? Yea, sure, why not?

What better way to celebrate not dying?

[sg-soundwave-offical]

So true dude

..I don't think I've actually been to one, now that I think about it?

[blaster-official]

I snuck into a few when I was a teen, back before the war started.

We don’t talk about that though

[He held a finger to his mouth in a “shh” motion]

[sg-soundwave-offical]

Whaaat

[*He mocks utter shock]

I can't believe this dude... So crazy

[blaster-official]

I know, I know,

I was a bad kid, shocking revelation!

[sg-soundwave-offical]

[*He teasingly shakes his head in shame]

Were they sick as hell at least?

[blaster-official]

Sounds, I was a teenager in Polyhex with unlimited access to engex.

There was a lot of colors and lights. Annnnnd that’s about all I remember.

[he shrugged and laughed]

[sg-soundwave-offical]

you and blaster should go to a rave

might need holoforms tho

Maybe...

@blaster-official You wanna go to a rave?

[blaster-official]

Y’know what? Yea, sure, why not?

What better way to celebrate not dying?

[sg-soundwave-offical]

So true dude

..I don't think I've actually been to one, now that I think about it?

[blaster-official]

I snuck into a few when I was a teen, back before the war started.

We don’t talk about that though

[He held a finger to his mouth in a “shh” motion]

[sg-soundwave-offical]

Whaaat

[*He mocks utter shock]

I can't believe this dude... So crazy

[blaster-official]

I know, I know,

I was a bad kid, shocking revelation!

[ratchet-offical]

prob no signal

also the building they were investigated like exploded last we heard so idk i think they might've been a little busy

Great! JUST GREAT!

@blaster-official and whichever Soundwave was with you.

[blaster-official]

Yo, Doc, chill on out, me and SG got out unscathed!

(More or less)

[ratchet-offical]

Really?! Because that’s not what I heard!

[blaster-official]

Uh…

What did you heard?

Cause, y’know, you’re kinda gettin’ old there doc

Maybe ya misheard

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet goes stiff*

What did you just say to me?

[blaster-official]

Nothin’! Nothin’!

Sorry for makin’ ya worry, doc

But na, me and SG are pretty okay, a little poisoned a little blasted, but in tact

[ratchet-offical]

A LITTLE WHAT?!

[blaster-official]

Well, they threw a corrosive gas at us, but we only breathed in a little!

[ratchet-offical]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

GET INTO MEDBAY RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME PRIMUS—

[blaster-official]

Alright, alright, chill my guy!

On my way!

[ratchet-offical]

DONT TELL ME TO CHILL—

[blaster-official]

[Blaster steps into the medbay, already braced for whatever tool might get thrown at his helm]

Yo, Ratch, wassup?

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet refrains from throwing a wrench, and instead grabs Blaster and hauls him to the nearest medberth*

Sit down there, and tell me everything that hurts, or was affected by your little adventure,

[blaster-official]

Righto, well, I got bashed in the head a couple times, got shot right here in my torso and breathe in a bit of the poison.

Really, I don’t think any of it is particularly concerning and my vents are only a bit irritated from breathing it in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet sighs deeply, and drags his hands down his face*

Right. Because breathing in poison and getting shot is normal nowadays…

Okay, lay down and be quiet. I’m gonna take a look at your torso.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster does as he’s told but continues talking]

Oh, Doc! You wound me! You know silence is my only weakness!

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet gives him a sharp tap on the side of the helm*

Keep talking, and I shut off your vocalizer.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster smiles playfully but shuts up this time]

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, it looks like you’re mostly okay here. I’ll need to crimp a few wires, and replace some lining, but otherwise you’re okay. I can weld it up pretty fast.

Let me see your vents. Open them wide, and cycle them.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster takes a deep in vent but ends up in a coughing fit]

Ack—! *cough* ugh, frag, sorry.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet waves his hand dismissively*

It’s fine, it’s fine.

Where’s the issue? Is it a block in the airways? Or something else?

[blaster-official]

It’s like my vents are scratched up on the inside, it only really hurts when I vent too hard or cough.

[ratchet-offical]

Huh. Interesting…

Okay, just open them for me, and don’t vent.

Your systems might struggle with heat fluctuations, but it shouldn’t be serious. I need your air filters to stop moving so I can get to work.

[blaster-official]

Alright, I guess it’s gotta be done

[he looked mildly miserable but allowed Ratchet to work]

[ratchet-offical]

Thanks…

*Ratchet immediately gets to work, and for a long while, his concentration is focused on figuring out how to fix the issue. Eventually he sighs in annoyance, and straightens from where he’s leaning over*

Well, luckily it’s nothing that’ll kill you. Unfortunately, it’s gonna be a pain in the aft for me to fix.

[blaster-official]

Damn, just my luck, huh?

Sorry, doc.

[ratchet-offical]

It’s whatever. I’ve had to deal with worse.

This’ll probably be easier for both of us if I knock you out, and take you apart real quick.

But you can choose to stay awake, if you’d rather…

[blaster-official]

Nope, I’m good, wake me up later.

[ratchet-offical]

Got it. I’m gonna slap one of these—

*brandishes a patch*

—onto you, and you’ll count to ten.

By the time you reach eight, you should be passed out, and the next thing you’ll remember is waking up.

[blaster-official]

Alright,

One, two, three, four, five, six—

[thunk]

[ratchet-offical]

prob no signal

also the building they were investigated like exploded last we heard so idk i think they might've been a little busy

Great! JUST GREAT!

@blaster-official and whichever Soundwave was with you.

[blaster-official]

Yo, Doc, chill on out, me and SG got out unscathed!

(More or less)

[ratchet-offical]

Really?! Because that’s not what I heard!

[blaster-official]

Uh…

What did you heard?

Cause, y’know, you’re kinda gettin’ old there doc

Maybe ya misheard

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet goes stiff*

What did you just say to me?

[blaster-official]

Nothin’! Nothin’!

Sorry for makin’ ya worry, doc

But na, me and SG are pretty okay, a little poisoned a little blasted, but in tact

[ratchet-offical]

A LITTLE WHAT?!

[blaster-official]

Well, they threw a corrosive gas at us, but we only breathed in a little!

[ratchet-offical]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

GET INTO MEDBAY RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME PRIMUS—

[blaster-official]

Alright, alright, chill my guy!

On my way!

[ratchet-offical]

DONT TELL ME TO CHILL—

[blaster-official]

[Blaster steps into the medbay, already braced for whatever tool might get thrown at his helm]

Yo, Ratch, wassup?

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet refrains from throwing a wrench, and instead grabs Blaster and hauls him to the nearest medberth*

Sit down there, and tell me everything that hurts, or was affected by your little adventure,

[blaster-official]

Righto, well, I got bashed in the head a couple times, got shot right here in my torso and breathe in a bit of the poison.

Really, I don’t think any of it is particularly concerning and my vents are only a bit irritated from breathing it in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet sighs deeply, and drags his hands down his face*

Right. Because breathing in poison and getting shot is normal nowadays…

Okay, lay down and be quiet. I’m gonna take a look at your torso.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster does as he’s told but continues talking]

Oh, Doc! You wound me! You know silence is my only weakness!

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet gives him a sharp tap on the side of the helm*

Keep talking, and I shut off your vocalizer.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster smiles playfully but shuts up this time]

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, it looks like you’re mostly okay here. I’ll need to crimp a few wires, and replace some lining, but otherwise you’re okay. I can weld it up pretty fast.

Let me see your vents. Open them wide, and cycle them.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster takes a deep in vent but ends up in a coughing fit]

Ack—! *cough* ugh, frag, sorry.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet waves his hand dismissively*

It’s fine, it’s fine.

Where’s the issue? Is it a block in the airways? Or something else?

[blaster-official]

It’s like my vents are scratched up on the inside, it only really hurts when I vent too hard or cough.

[ratchet-offical]

Huh. Interesting…

Okay, just open them for me, and don’t vent.

Your systems might struggle with heat fluctuations, but it shouldn’t be serious. I need your air filters to stop moving so I can get to work.

[blaster-official]

Alright, I guess it’s gotta be done

[he looked mildly miserable but allowed Ratchet to work]

[ratchet-offical]

Thanks…

*Ratchet immediately gets to work, and for a long while, his concentration is focused on figuring out how to fix the issue. Eventually he sighs in annoyance, and straightens from where he’s leaning over*

Well, luckily it’s nothing that’ll kill you. Unfortunately, it’s gonna be a pain in the aft for me to fix.

[blaster-official]

Damn, just my luck, huh?

Sorry, doc.

[ratchet-offical]

It’s whatever. I’ve had to deal with worse.

This’ll probably be easier for both of us if I knock you out, and take you apart real quick.

But you can choose to stay awake, if you’d rather…

[blaster-official]

Nope, I’m good, wake me up later.

[sg-soundwave-offical]

you and blaster should go to a rave

might need holoforms tho

Maybe...

@blaster-official You wanna go to a rave?

[blaster-official]

Y’know what? Yea, sure, why not?

What better way to celebrate not dying?

[sg-soundwave-offical]

So true dude

..I don't think I've actually been to one, now that I think about it?

[blaster-official]

I snuck into a few when I was a teen, back before the war started.

We don’t talk about that though

[He held a finger to his mouth in a “shh” motion]

[ratchet-offical]

prob no signal

also the building they were investigated like exploded last we heard so idk i think they might've been a little busy

Great! JUST GREAT!

@blaster-official and whichever Soundwave was with you.

[blaster-official]

Yo, Doc, chill on out, me and SG got out unscathed!

(More or less)

[ratchet-offical]

Really?! Because that’s not what I heard!

[blaster-official]

Uh…

What did you heard?

Cause, y’know, you’re kinda gettin’ old there doc

Maybe ya misheard

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet goes stiff*

What did you just say to me?

[blaster-official]

Nothin’! Nothin’!

Sorry for makin’ ya worry, doc

But na, me and SG are pretty okay, a little poisoned a little blasted, but in tact

[ratchet-offical]

A LITTLE WHAT?!

[blaster-official]

Well, they threw a corrosive gas at us, but we only breathed in a little!

[ratchet-offical]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

GET INTO MEDBAY RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME PRIMUS—

[blaster-official]

Alright, alright, chill my guy!

On my way!

[ratchet-offical]

DONT TELL ME TO CHILL—

[blaster-official]

[Blaster steps into the medbay, already braced for whatever tool might get thrown at his helm]

Yo, Ratch, wassup?

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet refrains from throwing a wrench, and instead grabs Blaster and hauls him to the nearest medberth*

Sit down there, and tell me everything that hurts, or was affected by your little adventure,

[blaster-official]

Righto, well, I got bashed in the head a couple times, got shot right here in my torso and breathe in a bit of the poison.

Really, I don’t think any of it is particularly concerning and my vents are only a bit irritated from breathing it in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet sighs deeply, and drags his hands down his face*

Right. Because breathing in poison and getting shot is normal nowadays…

Okay, lay down and be quiet. I’m gonna take a look at your torso.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster does as he’s told but continues talking]

Oh, Doc! You wound me! You know silence is my only weakness!

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet gives him a sharp tap on the side of the helm*

Keep talking, and I shut off your vocalizer.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster smiles playfully but shuts up this time]

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, it looks like you’re mostly okay here. I’ll need to crimp a few wires, and replace some lining, but otherwise you’re okay. I can weld it up pretty fast.

Let me see your vents. Open them wide, and cycle them.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster takes a deep in vent but ends up in a coughing fit]

Ack—! *cough* ugh, frag, sorry.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet waves his hand dismissively*

It’s fine, it’s fine.

Where’s the issue? Is it a block in the airways? Or something else?

[blaster-official]

It’s like my vents are scratched up on the inside, it only really hurts when I vent too hard or cough.

[ratchet-offical]

Huh. Interesting…

Okay, just open them for me, and don’t vent.

Your systems might struggle with heat fluctuations, but it shouldn’t be serious. I need your air filters to stop moving so I can get to work.

[blaster-official]

Alright, I guess it’s gotta be done

[he looked mildly miserable but allowed Ratchet to work]

[ratchet-offical]

Thanks…

*Ratchet immediately gets to work, and for a long while, his concentration is focused on figuring out how to fix the issue. Eventually he sighs in annoyance, and straightens from where he’s leaning over*

Well, luckily it’s nothing that’ll kill you. Unfortunately, it’s gonna be a pain in the aft for me to fix.

[blaster-official]

Damn, just my luck, huh?

Sorry, doc.

[sg-soundwave-offical]

you and blaster should go to a rave

might need holoforms tho

Maybe...

@blaster-official You wanna go to a rave?

[blaster-official]

Y’know what? Yea, sure, why not?

What better way to celebrate not dying?

[ratchet-offical]

prob no signal

also the building they were investigated like exploded last we heard so idk i think they might've been a little busy

Great! JUST GREAT!

@blaster-official and whichever Soundwave was with you.

[blaster-official]

Yo, Doc, chill on out, me and SG got out unscathed!

(More or less)

[ratchet-offical]

Really?! Because that’s not what I heard!

[blaster-official]

Uh…

What did you heard?

Cause, y’know, you’re kinda gettin’ old there doc

Maybe ya misheard

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet goes stiff*

What did you just say to me?

[blaster-official]

Nothin’! Nothin’!

Sorry for makin’ ya worry, doc

But na, me and SG are pretty okay, a little poisoned a little blasted, but in tact

[ratchet-offical]

A LITTLE WHAT?!

[blaster-official]

Well, they threw a corrosive gas at us, but we only breathed in a little!

[ratchet-offical]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

GET INTO MEDBAY RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME PRIMUS—

[blaster-official]

Alright, alright, chill my guy!

On my way!

[ratchet-offical]

DONT TELL ME TO CHILL—

[blaster-official]

[Blaster steps into the medbay, already braced for whatever tool might get thrown at his helm]

Yo, Ratch, wassup?

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet refrains from throwing a wrench, and instead grabs Blaster and hauls him to the nearest medberth*

Sit down there, and tell me everything that hurts, or was affected by your little adventure,

[blaster-official]

Righto, well, I got bashed in the head a couple times, got shot right here in my torso and breathe in a bit of the poison.

Really, I don’t think any of it is particularly concerning and my vents are only a bit irritated from breathing it in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet sighs deeply, and drags his hands down his face*

Right. Because breathing in poison and getting shot is normal nowadays…

Okay, lay down and be quiet. I’m gonna take a look at your torso.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster does as he’s told but continues talking]

Oh, Doc! You wound me! You know silence is my only weakness!

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet gives him a sharp tap on the side of the helm*

Keep talking, and I shut off your vocalizer.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster smiles playfully but shuts up this time]

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, it looks like you’re mostly okay here. I’ll need to crimp a few wires, and replace some lining, but otherwise you’re okay. I can weld it up pretty fast.

Let me see your vents. Open them wide, and cycle them.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster takes a deep in vent but ends up in a coughing fit]

Ack—! *cough* ugh, frag, sorry.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet waves his hand dismissively*

It’s fine, it’s fine.

Where’s the issue? Is it a block in the airways? Or something else?

[blaster-official]

It’s like my vents are scratched up on the inside, it only really hurts when I vent too hard or cough.

[ratchet-offical]

Huh. Interesting…

Okay, just open them for me, and don’t vent.

Your systems might struggle with heat fluctuations, but it shouldn’t be serious. I need your air filters to stop moving so I can get to work.

[blaster-official]

Alright, I guess it’s gotta be done

[he looked mildly miserable but allowed Ratchet to work]

[ratchet-offical]

prob no signal

also the building they were investigated like exploded last we heard so idk i think they might've been a little busy

Great! JUST GREAT!

@blaster-official and whichever Soundwave was with you.

[blaster-official]

Yo, Doc, chill on out, me and SG got out unscathed!

(More or less)

[ratchet-offical]

Really?! Because that’s not what I heard!

[blaster-official]

Uh…

What did you heard?

Cause, y’know, you’re kinda gettin’ old there doc

Maybe ya misheard

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet goes stiff*

What did you just say to me?

[blaster-official]

Nothin’! Nothin’!

Sorry for makin’ ya worry, doc

But na, me and SG are pretty okay, a little poisoned a little blasted, but in tact

[ratchet-offical]

A LITTLE WHAT?!

[blaster-official]

Well, they threw a corrosive gas at us, but we only breathed in a little!

[ratchet-offical]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

GET INTO MEDBAY RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME PRIMUS—

[blaster-official]

Alright, alright, chill my guy!

On my way!

[ratchet-offical]

DONT TELL ME TO CHILL—

[blaster-official]

[Blaster steps into the medbay, already braced for whatever tool might get thrown at his helm]

Yo, Ratch, wassup?

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet refrains from throwing a wrench, and instead grabs Blaster and hauls him to the nearest medberth*

Sit down there, and tell me everything that hurts, or was affected by your little adventure,

[blaster-official]

Righto, well, I got bashed in the head a couple times, got shot right here in my torso and breathe in a bit of the poison.

Really, I don’t think any of it is particularly concerning and my vents are only a bit irritated from breathing it in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet sighs deeply, and drags his hands down his face*

Right. Because breathing in poison and getting shot is normal nowadays…

Okay, lay down and be quiet. I’m gonna take a look at your torso.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster does as he’s told but continues talking]

Oh, Doc! You wound me! You know silence is my only weakness!

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet gives him a sharp tap on the side of the helm*

Keep talking, and I shut off your vocalizer.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster smiles playfully but shuts up this time]

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, it looks like you’re mostly okay here. I’ll need to crimp a few wires, and replace some lining, but otherwise you’re okay. I can weld it up pretty fast.

Let me see your vents. Open them wide, and cycle them.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster takes a deep in vent but ends up in a coughing fit]

Ack—! *cough* ugh, frag, sorry.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet waves his hand dismissively*

It’s fine, it’s fine.

Where’s the issue? Is it a block in the airways? Or something else?

[blaster-official]

It’s like my vents are scratched up on the inside, it only really hurts when I vent too hard or cough.

[ratchet-offical]

prob no signal

also the building they were investigated like exploded last we heard so idk i think they might've been a little busy

Great! JUST GREAT!

@blaster-official and whichever Soundwave was with you.

[blaster-official]

Yo, Doc, chill on out, me and SG got out unscathed!

(More or less)

[ratchet-offical]

Really?! Because that’s not what I heard!

[blaster-official]

Uh…

What did you heard?

Cause, y’know, you’re kinda gettin’ old there doc

Maybe ya misheard

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet goes stiff*

What did you just say to me?

[blaster-official]

Nothin’! Nothin’!

Sorry for makin’ ya worry, doc

But na, me and SG are pretty okay, a little poisoned a little blasted, but in tact

[ratchet-offical]

A LITTLE WHAT?!

[blaster-official]

Well, they threw a corrosive gas at us, but we only breathed in a little!

[ratchet-offical]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

GET INTO MEDBAY RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME PRIMUS—

[blaster-official]

Alright, alright, chill my guy!

On my way!

[ratchet-offical]

DONT TELL ME TO CHILL—

[blaster-official]

[Blaster steps into the medbay, already braced for whatever tool might get thrown at his helm]

Yo, Ratch, wassup?

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet refrains from throwing a wrench, and instead grabs Blaster and hauls him to the nearest medberth*

Sit down there, and tell me everything that hurts, or was affected by your little adventure,

[blaster-official]

Righto, well, I got bashed in the head a couple times, got shot right here in my torso and breathe in a bit of the poison.

Really, I don’t think any of it is particularly concerning and my vents are only a bit irritated from breathing it in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet sighs deeply, and drags his hands down his face*

Right. Because breathing in poison and getting shot is normal nowadays…

Okay, lay down and be quiet. I’m gonna take a look at your torso.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster does as he’s told but continues talking]

Oh, Doc! You wound me! You know silence is my only weakness!

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet gives him a sharp tap on the side of the helm*

Keep talking, and I shut off your vocalizer.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster smiles playfully but shuts up this time]

[ratchet-offical]

Okay, it looks like you’re mostly okay here. I’ll need to crimp a few wires, and replace some lining, but otherwise you’re okay. I can weld it up pretty fast.

Let me see your vents. Open them wide, and cycle them.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster takes a deep in vent but ends up in a coughing fit]

Ack—! *cough* ugh, frag, sorry.

[blaster-official]

Hello Temu Soundwave

Wassup, tiny Tarn groupie?

[doc-nickel-official]

What are you doing here

[blaster-official]

As in, like, on Cybertron? The planet where I live?

You gotta be more specific, I ain’t the smart one as far as the intel corps go.

[doc-nickel-official]

Yeah, it SHOWS.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster smiles]

Yup, whatever you say!

[he doesn’t seem to be taking her seriously and instead seems to be flicking through various songs he has recorded]

[ratchet-offical]

prob no signal

also the building they were investigated like exploded last we heard so idk i think they might've been a little busy

Great! JUST GREAT!

@blaster-official and whichever Soundwave was with you.

[blaster-official]

Yo, Doc, chill on out, me and SG got out unscathed!

(More or less)

[ratchet-offical]

Really?! Because that’s not what I heard!

[blaster-official]

Uh…

What did you heard?

Cause, y’know, you’re kinda gettin’ old there doc

Maybe ya misheard

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet goes stiff*

What did you just say to me?

[blaster-official]

Nothin’! Nothin’!

Sorry for makin’ ya worry, doc

But na, me and SG are pretty okay, a little poisoned a little blasted, but in tact

[ratchet-offical]

A LITTLE WHAT?!

[blaster-official]

Well, they threw a corrosive gas at us, but we only breathed in a little!

[ratchet-offical]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

GET INTO MEDBAY RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME PRIMUS—

[blaster-official]

Alright, alright, chill my guy!

On my way!

[ratchet-offical]

DONT TELL ME TO CHILL—

[blaster-official]

[Blaster steps into the medbay, already braced for whatever tool might get thrown at his helm]

Yo, Ratch, wassup?

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet refrains from throwing a wrench, and instead grabs Blaster and hauls him to the nearest medberth*

Sit down there, and tell me everything that hurts, or was affected by your little adventure,

[blaster-official]

Righto, well, I got bashed in the head a couple times, got shot right here in my torso and breathe in a bit of the poison.

Really, I don’t think any of it is particularly concerning and my vents are only a bit irritated from breathing it in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet sighs deeply, and drags his hands down his face*

Right. Because breathing in poison and getting shot is normal nowadays…

Okay, lay down and be quiet. I’m gonna take a look at your torso.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster does as he’s told but continues talking]

Oh, Doc! You wound me! You know silence is my only weakness!

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet gives him a sharp tap on the side of the helm*

Keep talking, and I shut off your vocalizer.

[blaster-official]

[Blaster smiles playfully but shuts up this time]

[blaster-official]

Hello Temu Soundwave

Wassup, tiny Tarn groupie?

[doc-nickel-official]

What are you doing here

[blaster-official]

As in, like, on Cybertron? The planet where I live?

You gotta be more specific, I ain’t the smart one as far as the intel corps go.