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Ratchet stumbles into the Nexus looking a little frazzled. There's a couple of random scorch marks along his chassis, and a few whisps of smoke are still drifting away as he comes to a halt.
"Damn it, 'Jack! I told you to wai-" he stops mid yell, looking around himself as he realizes he is not where he thought he was. "What the frag? Where in the hell..." He sighs and shakes his head, continuing with a long-suffering groan that seems to answer is aborted question for himself. "Wheeljack."
He takes a minute, brushing some of the char off of his paint, and examines his surroundings.
"A question, eh? Okay... You ever have one of those days that makes you wonder why you bothered dragging your aft out of the berth in the first place? How about a few centuries like that? How do you deal?"
"And where in the frag can a 'bot get some decent energon around here?"
"Damn it, 'Jack! I told you to wai-" he stops mid yell, looking around himself as he realizes he is not where he thought he was. "What the frag? Where in the hell..." He sighs and shakes his head, continuing with a long-suffering groan that seems to answer is aborted question for himself. "Wheeljack."
He takes a minute, brushing some of the char off of his paint, and examines his surroundings.
"A question, eh? Okay... You ever have one of those days that makes you wonder why you bothered dragging your aft out of the berth in the first place? How about a few centuries like that? How do you deal?"
"And where in the frag can a 'bot get some decent energon around here?"