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[botwithacamera]

[Time: Sunday, Midday]

*comm* Red Alert to Firestar - Do you feel up to another trip? Wheeljack has had a Decepticon encounter and needs a pick up.

((ooc: welcome to the madness. :) ))

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[redhotladybot]

*comm, gracious* Anything for the mech that makes my best friend so happy! *sweetly* Does this mean you forgive me for not reporting to you first?

[botwithacamera]

*dry* If you had reported to me first, I would have insisted you be checked for Cerebro-shells. *sends coordinates* I will notify Wheeljack that you're on your way.

[redhotladybot]

*amused* Speaking of checking things, I brought some presents for Inferno with me - just a couple of boxes of treats. We already scanned them at our base and found them harmless, but I thought you would want to check them yourself before Inferno has any. I left them in medbay, but he's too terrified of displeasing you to touch them until you've given him the okay.

*admiring* Primus you're good.

[botwithacamera]

*snorts* Afraid of Ratchet's throwing arm is more likely. He would probably weld Inferno to the ceiling for putting anything in his systems that might interfere with his recovery, then he'd dismantle both of us for allowing it.