[The past few days had been slow; the hours were dragging out longer than usual and everything just felt…repetitive. Drift’s been trying to keep his commlink out of sight for the most part - trying to busy himself rather than wait around for a call that might be a while off. But all in all, it’s been quiet at the Autobot base and that’s given his thoughts ample time to wander. It’s easy to tell himself that he shouldn’t worry – that worrying wont’ do him any good now. But it’s not as easy to convince himself that Rodimus being on his own is a good idea.

It’s already well into the night when Drift finally settles onto the berth in his ship; back flat down against the surface with his fingers folded together on his chest. The quiet darkness of the room has been less than comforting as of late - only increasing the anxiousness in his spark. Rest hasn’t come very easily and tonight seems to be no exception.

So when the light signaling a new message fills the room, Drift’s already alert. He moves quickly off the berth and across the room. It’s only once he actually reaches the commlink that he shows any hesitation. When he accepts the call, there’s a note of uncertainty to his voice.]

Hello…?

[Rodimus knows opening communications from inside the Decepticon warship isn't the BEST idea he's had, but he's reasonably sure that the comm is well encrypted, and a small private channel at that. Barely interesting enough to show up on the radar of anyone looking. Besides, after hearing that Drift had been injured in the battle, and by Knock Out, of all the cons.....Rodimus was eager to check in. Which hadn't been going well, as this was at least the fourth or fifth unanswered commlink message he'd sent out. Bad enough he had to send these messages as quietly and carefully as possible, but the radio silence he was getting in return was only adding to Rodimus' increased anxiety of what what going on at the Autobot base. It was definitely not like Drift to not only not answer but to not answer promptly.]

Drift, come on, please answer....

Autobots, this is Chief Medical Officer Ratchet responding to a request for medical assistance. I'm currently in orbit and am open to suggestions for places to land discreetly to keep your cover intact. Please respond with a location, or a briefing, or both, as soon as possible.

[Rodimus is usually the first one to call, but it’s Drift this time around. Their fancy new alt modes had a few…extra features that he hadn’t been expecting. It made sense; these vehicles were meant to be piloted after all. But he just couldn’t figure this thing out. Maybe Rodimus was having better luck.]

Hey Rodimus, it’s me. Is this…uh…a good time?

[The emergency commlink channel is supposed to be strictly just for that....emergencies.  Rodimus said so himself when he and Drift parted ways last.  BUT YOU KNOW RODIMUS AND RULES.  (even his own)  Besides, this IS an emergency....sort of.  It's IMPORTANT, at the very least.]

Driftt.  Drift, you'd better answer, this is important.