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[buffthis]

[ The transmission comes secure on a neutral Cybertronian frequency, directed to Ratchet. ]

Ratchet, is it? The Autobot CMO? I'd heard you were on this planet.

I want to see if you're taking patients. I need some medical assistance, and I've heard you're very good. Maybe we can meet sometime to discuss it further.

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[asafepairofhands]

You said it yourself. It's not about factions. It's an even trade.

[Ratchet hesitates for a long moment, his face set.]

And I know what it's like. To want to fix someone and not be able to. ...I'll get you the materials. It won't take more than a day or two.

[buffthis]

[ Knock Out watches him for a long moment, then huffs a little vent of air and nods, his face oddly neutral. ]

Mm, I suppose you would. I'll be waiting, then. You know how to reach me -- we'll set up a rendezvous.

[ He smiles then, slightly, his optics lighting up. ]

It was a pleasure doing business with you, Ratchet. A pity I didn't get to see more of your handiwork, though.

[asafepairofhands]

You can get a good look the next time an Autobot tries to stab you. [His voice is extremely sour.] Your lot left a hell of a mess for me to clean up.

[He shakes his head and folds back into his alt mode.]

I'll be in touch.

[buffthis]

Yes, well, there is still a war on.

[ Knock Out doesn't look very apologetic -- maybe a little smug, but mostly neutral, surprisingly, although his optics glint brightly as he watches Ratchet transform, before doing the same himself. ]

Oh, Autobots always say they'll call. [ He laughs, engine revving. ] See you around, Ratchet.

[ And then he tears out of there with a showy squeal of his tires, hitting the open road pretty much immediately. ]