#forgedwrecker

[doodlemxsings]

Knockout was bored. Sharp digits tapped the console of the ship he was assigned to. Making sure mecha didn't blow themselves up while searching for energon veins was either the most hectic job in the world, or the most boring one. Such was the life of a glorified babysitter, otherwise known as a medic. Today was the latter and he was dying. Slowly. This should be considered a form of torture.

The cherry colored medic let out the most dramatic sigh as he leaned back in his seat. He brought up a datapad, looking it over as he mindlessly scrolled through his contacts. He didn't exactly have any friends he could talk to, just "business" contacts. He selected one of the names at random. This could either end terribly or hilariously. Perhapse even both. He confirmed the selection to initiate a comm link and waited paitently for the mecha on the other end to answer.

And when they did: <<I think I saw an updog just now.>>

@forgedwrecker

[twcwheelera]

✾   ─   .: So... Planning to head somewhere? Call me meddlesome, maybe I am. Curious. :. || @forgedwrecker​

[cliffandthekid-archive]

@forgedwrecker started following you

"...so what can I say, except, you're welcome~! For the wonderful world you know, there's no need to pray, it's okay, you're w-" Cliffjumper abruptly cuts himself off and coughs, blinking at the bot he'd just realized had entered the main bay. "Uh. Mornin', Ultra Magnus."

[autobotmedic]

@forgedwrecker

" ... Is the offer to replace my hand still on the table? " It has been long enough that Ultra Magnus is sure Ratchet has forgotten, or perhaps redistributed the materials when Ultra Magnus did not make further contact. The query itself is gentle, not intended to interrupt, and should one be apt to describe it so, shy.

He blinks at the question, pulled from his thoughts as he turns. "Of course. The replacement has been completed and tested thoroughly," Ratchet answers, before squinting.

"... Did I... fail to notify you..." the medic murmurs, covering the lower portion of his face as he looks down. He... does not have a memory of sending a message... He probably didn't. It would not be the first minor thing he has forgotten, unfortunately. His stability and focus has been... less than the best since the AllSpark was returned to their planet.

"That is, my fault. I apologize for making you wait longer than necessary," he states as his hand lowers. "I will install it now, or later, whenever you're ready."

[123mirage]

@forgedwrecker

Oh so this is what Noah feels like.

"Welp! At least I'm on your side." Don't mind him. He's just thinking out loud.

[honorary-deployer]

@forgedwrecker followed Miko!

Hey, you like following rules and stuff, right? What are your thoughts on malicious compliance?

[drsmokescreen]

Smokescreen, not yet accustomed to Earth (or humans), stood away from the group of fellow Cybertronians and the little human aliens but listening in.  He understands enough English to understand what is being said but would like further explanation in their own language, with its nuances and details.  English is so very basic and bland.  Primitive.

Seeing Magnus finished with his conversation in the group and leaving, Smokescreen followed.  ‘Commander, a few minutes please,’ he called ahead to Ultra Magnus in the hallway.  ‘I’d like to hear more about what you think are allowed conditions for malicious compliance.’

[miimiicker]

@forgedwrecker

Because words mean nothing, now, apparently. “’Nya’? What is this ‘nya’?”

“You know, like...” she’s doing the hand thing. “like nya! Y’know?”