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[fire_engine_bot]

[Monday morning]

Okay, so I ain't outta medbay yet.  But I'm nearly there.  I've got both legs again, and Ratchet says that I ain't allowed to put weight on the new one til he's sure everything's welded properly.  I think that's just his way a sayin' I'm too big ta be walking 'round that quickly.  But he's right, the last thing I wanna do is fall

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[botwithacamera]

*slinks back into the medbay, looking tired and not a little grumpy*

*dredges up a smile for Inferno as he flops back in his usual chair* Won't be long now.

[fire_engine_bot]

Ah there ya are. Was just wonderin' what you an' Firestar were gettin' up ta without me. *shoots Red Alert a grin, far happier because he's that much closer to getting out of the medbay*

[botwithacamera]

Nothing entertaining, I assure you. *slouching* I have spent the morning tracking down and arguing with all the miscreants on base who haven't bothered to change their passcodes yet. *doors twitch* Some days I think I'm the only one who has the slightest idea of how important security is! *grumble* It's like they want Decepticons sneaking in here. *huff*

[fire_engine_bot]

*almost defensively* I did mine the first day! *of course, being locked in his quarters, he'd had little else to do*

[fire_engine_bot]

*looks up* Hey 'Star. Yeah, should be outta here soon an' then I'll give ya the grand tour. The guys down at the station will wanna meet ya.

[botwithacamera]

*sputters, flustered* Firestar! That's... that's hardly appropriate! *doors sweep forward as he hunches in embarrassment*

[redhotladybot]

*grins excitedly at the thought of meeting her first humans* I'm looking forward to it.

*looks sweetly at Red Alert* Aww, Red, sweetspark, don't be like that - you know Inferno never did mind me acknowledging what good taste he has. He knows I won't home in on his territory without his permission... Isn't that right, 'Ferno?

[fire_engine_bot]

*laughs at Red Alert's discomfort before squeezing his hand* Don't worry 'bout her Red. *winks at Firestar* Ill protect yer virtue.

[redhotladybot]

*returns after trying to chase Red down, and having a run in with Silverbolt, looking both irritated and relieved as she approaches Inferno's berth once again*

Don't worry, Red will be fine - he got away from me, but I found him in the rec room with Smokescreen, so I thought it would be best if I didn't interrupt.

[fire_engine_bot]

*pauses in the act of attempting to stand up now that Ratchet is dealing with Slingshot*

I need ta apologise ta him. And change them fragging door codes. Then he might actually think about forgivin' me.

[redhotladybot]

*hurries over to Inferno in case he needs any help* He seemed a little calmer, from what I heard. *lowers her voice, glancing over at Slingshot, guessing by his obvious aerial mode that he was probably one of the team Silverbolt had mentioned, though she didn't know him by name* No thanks to the arrogant sparkling we ran into in the halls, who just had to come in and stick his nosecone where it didn't belong...

*privately she knows Red's ranting wasn't exactly ideal behaviour, but Red was her friend - and the other mech was nothing to her but a nosy upstart in need of some serious behavioural recoding*

[fire_engine_bot]

Yeah well, he'll be calmer until he sees me again. Best thing fer me ta do is get outta his way. *sighs and leans against the berth*

Sparkling? Nosecone? One a the jets? What did they say 'bout Red? *bristles defensively*

[fire_engine_bot]

And ya'll be the one changing it. *Inferno gave Red Alert a small smile, registering Firestar's attempt to leave*

*murmurs* Ya don't hafta go 'Star. *glances around to look for Ratchet* In fact, I think we all oughta go. *gives them both a conspiratorial smile, desperate to get out of the medbay now*

[redhotladybot]

*pauses in her attempt to leave when she sees the conversation is not about to go south* No, I don't think Ratchet would approve.

*idly wanders around to the table where the boxes of rust sticks and flavoured energon treats are still sitting, unopened* Hey, you haven't tried any yet! *looks hurt*

[botwithacamera]

*mock-grumble* One of these days I'm going to install a responsibility subroutine while you're recharging.

*glances at the box, then gives a pointed look in Ratchet's direction*

[autobot_ratchet]

*almost as though he could feel Red Alert's optics on his back, Ratchet turned around*

What?