AUTOBOT BASE
Ratchet packed up his instruments for the day. He cleared the operating table and cleaned away the debris from the past seventeen hours, meticulously placing everything back in order so that after he roused from recharge, he could launch straight back into the fray. This was the repair job to end all repair jobs, and although he’d been slaving away for days, he had barely made any headway on the mangled wreck.
Shutting off the intense surgical spotlighting, Ratchet ambled out of the Medbay. His optics needed a break from that fierce, clinical glare and some natural sunlight would be just the thing. Full spectrum light from the local star was far more soothing than the artificial incandesce of human technology, and getting some fresh air over his processors would cool him off enough to start thinking about a recharge cycle.
He had been so shut away and single mindedly focused for the past several days that he wasn’t too sure who else was even in the Autobot Base at the moment.