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WHO: Ratchet and YOU
WHERE: All around Haven and the temples
WHEN: Jan 3rd, Night
WHAT: Ratchet is exploring Haven, trying to learn more about this strange Cybertron
WARNINGS: None as of yet! Will change accordingly

The sound of an engine could he heard roaring across Haven. Upon closer inspection, anyone could see that it was an ambulance, with it's headlights on. The Autobot had some time on his hands, and he had decided to collect some supplies. Supplies for Syn-then, as he promised Percy. He had since let Smokescreen off medbay lockdown, seeing as his systems were back to normal, and he had plenty of time by himself.

It wasn't all that different from how he was back on Earth, or even Cybertron for that matter. He found comfort in working alone, lost in his own thoughts, even now. But the idea of taking care of other beings, besides Cybertronians, it was a daunting task. But Ratchet was determined to learn something from these new beings.

He could hear his supplies rattling in the back of his vehicle. The terrain was starting to get a little bumpy, coming up to the center of Haven. He managed to find a small jump, in which he lands transformed, his supplies in his built-in backpack.

The medic stood tall, over looking the dark sky above him. The rift. Lambada. The very thing which put him here in the first place. A Cybertron untainted by war. It was surreal. But there was much more he had let to learn about this place.

He opened his console on his arm, checking his energon levels.

"Some more exploring will do me some good. Get my...mind off things." he said under his breath before he looked in all the directions of the temples.

{{ooc: Ratchet will be exploring all of Haven, including the temples! You may choose the exact setting as you see fit for your character. With the temples, he will be curious enough to wander through the halls, but not into anyone else's room or the medbays.}}

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Blurr and his pet turbofox Frank were doing some exploring on their own. They checked the junpile from time to time, trying to find some organic food for the humans or useful tools they could rescue from the debris.

This time they had only found a few canes of...something. Blurr had no idea that peaches were, he would have to ask Ventus. It looked like food and thus he stored it in his chest compartment and was heading back to the pantry when he saw the white and orange mech.]

Ratchet! [That was all the advice the medic got before Blurr ran to him at a surprisingly fast speed and tackle hugged him.] SmokescreentoldmeyoucamebackImsoHAPPYtoseeyouagain.

Ratchet was not expecting that kind of approach at all. His optics widen when he is knocked over onto the ground and latched onto rather tightly. With a sharp inhale, he scrambled to see who it was that had latched onto him.

It was no one he knew of, and his systems went onto high alert. He had not registered what the other bot had said, his mind immediately assuming 'Decepticon'. No matter their size, they could take an old bot like him down. But he wouldn't go down without a fight. That was until he wriggled enough to see the autobot symbol on the other bot. Still, the embrace wasn't all that welcoming to the medic.

"G-Get off me!" he shouted as he fought to pull Blurr off him. "You can't go around tackling anyone like this!"

"Sorry, sorry..." Blurr had the decency to look sheepish as he moved to give Ratched more space. "It's just that you disappeared on us without warning. TWICE! I am REALLY glad to see _{you again. Where} were you? In the badlands? Or you went back to your world like Smokescreen did?"

Blurr talked a mile a minute out of excitement.

"Woah woah. Slow down!" Ratchet said as he lifted his hands to reel the bot back in. Ratchet soon managed to get what he was saying before his optics lower. So, he also knew him, hm? This was going to become a bigger problem than he thought. He lifts his head to look at the other with a hint of sadness in his gaze.

"I'm sorry I.. I'm not the same Ratchet you know," He stands up straight and offers a hand down to help up Blurr.

"People have said I did go into the badlands. But, I don't remember my time here on this Cybertron, even though I have been here twice before." He exhales heavily.

"I don't remember you."

"....Oh." That was disappointing to say the least. Ratchet already left one but he came back with his memories. Blurr was hoping this time would be the same. He took a step back, looking down and giving ratchet some more space.

"I apologize too I shouldn't have...I just wanted to show my appreciation. I was glad to see you back. I still am. I'm Blurr, we used to be friends."

Ratchet looked down at the smaller autobot and slumped his shoulders. Oh boy. Ratchet shook his head though and lifted a hand to dismiss the apology.

"The reaction was to be expected." He said with a small nod. We used to be friends. He pursed his lips and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. What exactly was he supposed to respond to that? How could he? Ratchet shifted his weight onto the other foot.

"What were you doing out here in the first place?"

Perfect subject change.

A subject change that Blurr will take gratefully, at least for now. He wants to know what happened to ratchet in his own world, if he's really okay, but with him not remember their friendship at all it could be seen as meddling in ratchet's private life. He know better than making him uncomfortable again.

"Me and Frank _{are looking for organic food. There isn't a proper source of nu-tri-en-ts for them in the planet and from time to time the lamba drops cans of other things they can eat."}

Trion's temple probably wasn't the most exciting. Save for the libraries, there wasn't a whole lot there to draw anyone, save for those who lived there. And even then, Kagerou had started out living atop the police station. Now he had no choice...

He was up on the roof, when he saw the medic approach. He was supposed to be doing security work now, wasn't he? That was what had been asked of him... And even with all his apprehensions toward the FirstForged, this was Kay's home too.

He would do anything to protect Kay's home.

Initially, he'd bristled, seeing someone unfamiliar approach. But as the Autobot drew closer, he relaxed. A little. Oh, he knew that shape. And... it gave him a lot of mixed feelings.

Still...

He started climbing down the side of the temple, silent as the shadow he was meant to be. Intending to follow the medic before announcing himself.

Ratchet was just making his way to the entrance of the temple when Kagerou started climbing down. He stared up at the high walls, a silent awe in his features as his hand ran along the engraved walls of the entrance. They didn't have anything this ancient on their own Cybertron back 'home'. Then again, this Cybertron had yet to be tainted by a civil war.

The medic hoped that would never be the case here. At least most people here were more concerned about Unicron than trying to go against one another. Autobot versus Decepticon, or even Human versus Robot... For now, things seemed mostly quiet.

Ratchet let a sigh pass his vents as his gaze wandered down the entrance hall of the temple. Quiet was welcomed by the Autobot. He relished in it more than anything. And now was the best time for this kind of silence. To collect his thoughts.

He really should announce himself. Or, do something to say he was here. Scaring people wasn't smart. Especially new arrivals.

But... it was mostly trepidation that kept him from following too closely. An unwillingness to intrude where he wasn't wanted. As much as he wanted to be near someone familiar, someone who'd done so much... this version didn't know him. Didn't have the same ties. So he hesitated.

Grow up.

His weight shifted, stealth systems shutting off, and allowed his footsteps to be heavier, more audible.

Ratchet could hear the steps as they became heavier. They were so sudden, and caught the old medic off guard. He turned around as his hand transformed into his knife. If anything, he was on edge around on this Cybertron. Who knew who was out and about, be it Cybertronian or human. Anyone could really be an enemy.

His optics narrowed at the newcomer in the dimly lit area. He took a hesitant step forward, his arm raised up to his waist, just in case if he needed to defend himself.

"Who's there?"

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He stepped back, quickly. His empty hands spread, wings flaring out in alarm. He really needed to learn not to sneak up on the living robots. The other BP units knew him on sight, but...

"Kagerou."

He blurted it out before he checked himself.

Ratchet soon relaxed.

"You're from the communication network." He said as he lowered his hands. He vents a sigh softly before his hand transformed back to normal. His hand flexes before he rests his gaze back on Kagerou.

"I didn't mean to intrude. I was merely exploring these new surroundings of mine."

"Yes."

He seemed to withdraw a little as he said it. To step back, his wings folding flat, to match his expression. But not before he shrugged, his own optics averted.

You don't remember me.

"You aren't intruding. It isn't my temple, after all."

"However, I find that your ability to move so quietly is astounding." It's true Ratchet was rather impressed. Kagerou did get pretty close to him before he actually noticed that someone was nearby. He could have taken out the medic easily. But the Autobot rested his hand on his hip, gesturing with his hand.

"I wonder if your metal is made out of a different material than normal cybertronians." Then again, Ratchet has not ever seen any other robots other than himself. These BP units were new to him. They looked to be pretty light and durable.

"Astounding...?" he repeated, a little uncertainly. He shook his head, slightly. Maybe one day he'd get used to being praised, or be used to someone thinking he was special. Apparently today wasn't the day.

"I'm a stealth model," he said. "I was made to be unnoticed. I'm not meant to be seen."

He didn't know how to answer anything about his materials. He'd never really questioned it. Or found out that information before.

Ratchet never meant any offense by it at all. Ratchet took two steps forward, his joints and parts clunking noisily. He almost cringed. It was like a train wreck compared to Kagerou's movements. But he straightened up, his joints creaking as he did so. It was good that he was getting out and about, but he really shouldn't strain himself too much, especially with what's in his pack.

However the Autobot blinked, quirking an eyebrow. He processed his statement before saying:

"A stealth model? ...Someone built you?"

He tilted his head, abruptly. Part of him wanted to go over and help. He even extended a hand over to try and help the medic stand... but withdrew it, uncertainly. His wings flicked, flattening down against his back.

The question didn't really help matters, either.

He nodded.

"Human beings built me. They built all the Brave Police units."

Humans? It almost reminded him of MECH but he shook off the thought before it bothered him too much. But it was astounding that humans, from a different universe, were able to build something like this. Sentient, with feeling, and able to communicate, and act on it's own.

His own.

There were no humans here to control him. Even if it really worked like that, where he came from.

"You look like one of those... Oh what did the kids call them."

He took a moment to search through his harddrive. Then it clicked

"Ninjas."

He seemed to wilt a little, under the scrutiny. His wings flattened to his back, head bowing, as his posture suggested apology, subservience. His first response to someone seeming to judge him.

Even if that wasn't really what was happening here.

Though he did perk up a little at the word "ninja". He blinked.

"I'm... supposed to," he admitted. "As a stealth model. That's what I'm supposed to look like."

Ratchet chuckled a little. Humans, they were so amusing sometimes, even in alternate dimensions. But he caught himself chuckling as he recollects himself, clearing static from his throat.

"Very impressive, none the less. Do you, by chance, know how your systems work?"

Impressive...? He blinked, lifting his head from where he'd lowered it. He'd never thought of himself as impressive.

Not once.

Imagine what they'd think, if they saw the real article.

"I wasn't given that data," he murmured, quietly. "The mechanics would have kept it. I know... how to maintain things. But little else."

There are other newcomers here, doing some exploration of their own. One of whom happened to be a certain Predacon. He had heard tales of a few of these 'FirstForged' and noticed several of the temples in his flights to find Skylynx and Metalhawk and had been intrigued. But of course he had to start with his own temple first. Vector's place was very handsome with halls wide and tall enough to fly in, but for now he was exploring them on foot. Or paw, really.

What can he say? There's something comfortable about beast mode for him.

Though he does eventually catch sight of someone else exploring who is much more interesting than the walls and empty rooms. He chirps to himself, narrowing his optics slyly. Time to mess with a medic.

How does he do this? By dashing up behind Ratchet and screeching, before bounding a ways back and dipping into what looks like a dog's play bow, his stubby tail wagging.

He's not allowed to eat anyone or light them on fire, but no one said anything about scaring the living daylights out of them.

Ratchet was blissfully unaware of the Predacon's presence, too fascinated by this Cybertron's surroundings, and especially it's temples. He looked up along the towering walls, his hand running along one.

Before it screeched, scraping metal against metal as he flinched visible from the scare. His optics brightened in surprise and he turned around, his back suddenly glued against the wall he was just inspecting. His systems are on high alert until his eyes catch sight of the eager Predacon.

That was someone he was not expecting to see here. Ratchet cleared his throat, dusting himself off as if nothing had happened. No, he wasn't scared at all. He was simply caught off guard, that's all. He does offer a small, and hesitant smile, to the Predacon, wagging a finger at him.

"H-Heh. You got me! Good one."

Oh Primus, he doesn't want to eat him does he?

Ratchet he totally saw you flinch and that look on your face. You were totally scared. His laugh is rather birdish and yet ursine, chattery and rumbling at the same time, optics glowing brightly. He likes you, you're fun! His tail wags a bit longer - almost taking his hindquarters with it and he chirps before raising to standing and then transforming.

Yep, that is definitely a grin. And he's still snickering. What a jerk.

He doesn't recognize Ratchet - he hadn't been there for the battle against Unicron and the Predacons had left shortly after - but Darksteel does recognize people from his same world. And this bot is definitely one of them. Also that is not Vector's symbol on Ratchet's shoulder and he knows little enough about the FirstForged as it is.

"You are from the same world as I, but not the same temple. You are exploring, then?"

Oh thank goodness, he didn't want to tear him limb from limb. But Ratchet tilted his head at his comment. Then, that must have meant that they were from the same timeline. Somewhat at least. He knew him. Ratchet straightened himself up and nodded.

"Yes, that's correct." He pointed to his shoulder. "I'm part of Solus' temple, as I've been told." He took a confident step closer, but didn't wish to impede on the Predacon's space too much.

"I'm exploring as much as I can. I wish to know more about this Cybertron. That way, I know where certain resources are, if the need arises."

Come on, tearing people limb from limb is boring. Now, if you toss someone around first it can be interesting, but only then. Either way, he's not going to do that to Ratchet. He'd get in trouble.

Darksteel dips to take a look at the symbol on Ratchet's shoulder. Different than his, absolutely. "I have not seen that one yet. I am part of Vector's." He motions to his own shoulder.

"Certain resources? Of what kind?"

"Resources for something... special. Something that helped rebuild Cybertron, in a way. I wish to recreate it here."

Ratchet said as he looked over his shoulder at his backpack. He shifted a little, to emphasize that he had something inside it. It rattled. He looked back at the Predacon and reached up to rest a hand on his own glyph.

"Ah, and yes, I'm part of Solus' temple."

You may not see it right away, Ratchet, but Wheeljack's out there too. He doesn't exactly notice the medic either. It's off in Solus's sector, and it appears the bot is...feeling along the sides of the ravines, looking for..something It was obvious in how he moved, shaking his head before pressing his palms somewhere else.

"Bah, I'm not pickin' up anythin' here."

That was all he could utter as he continued his work, wings idly flicking as he remains hunched over.

What could he possibly be looking for...?

Oh he heard that familiar voice alright. He spotted the Wrecker from afar, and carefully walked up behind him. He squinted at what the the fellow bot was doing. Just. What was he doing? Curious, Ratchet's head bobbed a little as he tried to look around Wheeljack but his attempts to get a better look failed. The older bot stepped up, clearing his throat in announcement, not to startle him.

"Wheeljack?" He walked up beside him, a yard or so away. His eyes glanced at his hands, and the surface they were on before they he looked back at him questionably. He crossed his arms. He shouldn't feel curious about what the bot was up to...

But this was Wheeljack.

"What are you looking for?"

Wheeljack's head snapped around at his name, blue eyes shot wide. He hadn't expected anyone to be out here, really. Even for large frames like them, the sectors were rather expansive, and finding someone else was like finding a needle in a haystack if you went out far enough.

But seeing it's Ratchet, that instantly subsides. It was someone from his world--something he hasn't been able to say in awhile that didn't apply to Bulkhead, at least not with the same gusto--and a hand goes to his hips.

This...could look pretty odd, couldn't it.

"Metal, pretty much."

Vague.

Ratchet stared the Wrecker down, his optics narrowing. They soon rolled as he stepped up beside Wheeljack, inspecting the area in which he was searching in.

"I don't believe you'll find any metal around here." He does readjust his stance to regard the other bot curiously, a brow ridge rising. Wheeljack was known for getting into trouble. Probably worse than Bulkhead and Miko combined. He tilted his head, pursing his lips into a thin line. He doesn't say a word, dead silent for an uncomfortable amount of time. Maybe Wheeljack would explain himself. Then again, the Medic decided against it.

"What exactly do you need metal for, anyways?"

Right. It was hard to explain this in a way that wouldn't seem like Wheeljack had jumped the shark when it came to his mental state. Which was, without a doubt, the first sensible reasoning. His hand keeps to the rock they were on, eyes squinting as he keeps his palm there, contemplating.

"There's some. Nothin' worth notin'."

...

He starts walking leaping down a ledge to a lower tier of Solus's valleys, looking back up.

"Been busy since you were...uh...before you were here." That's right...this wasn't the first Ratchet, as odd as it was to say.

Ratchet stared at the rock before looking back at Wheeljack with narrowed optics. Did he really know that there was metal in that rock or, was he just pulling his leg? The old medic glanced down at his hand peering at it.

"You... can detect metal." He sounded pretty skeptical as he slowly looked back up at him. Because really. C'mon, No Cybertronian, alone, could sense metal.

"...And you've been busy?" Of course he would be busy. "With what, exactly?"

At that statement, his hand goes to the back of his helm, almost avoiding his gaze a moment. "Yeah. You can...do that here, if ya play your cards right. Ya might say Solus Prime and I are on speakin' terms. It's from her."

Yeah, he knows just how weird that sounds.

"The longer you're here...you get powers, in a way. Ya follow?"

...

He falls silent at that last part, except for--"I'll show ya."

Ratchet looked at Wheeljack, skeptical and squinting. "This better not be one of your jokes." he muttered as he stepped back to watch him do whatever he was going to do. But hey, now Ratchet was the peanut gallery.

"Powers. How could we possibly get powers? All the powers that we have are innate. Built inside of us. There's only so much we can do with our systems. These 'powers' could overload our systems. Your systems, Wheeljack. Have you ever thought about that?"

Ratchet, forever the team worry wart.

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"Believe me, Doc, I'm not that creative to make up this scrap. And if I did, can't say metallurgy would be my first pick to lie about"

It was true, he'd go for something that sounded a bit more up his alley.

"In this place, ya do nothin' BUT think."

He hops down another ledge, going deeper and deeper into the ravine.

Ratchet watched him go deeper into the Ravine and he looked around before awkwardly following him down into it. He took his time while he climbed down, clinging to ledges before he found his footing... it was rather embarrassing, But he manages to get down nearby Wheeljack.

"Metallurgy?" He blinked and scoffed. "Alright then, show me this 'power' of yours."

"You really wanna see?" That head perks up, looking over at the medic. He could show him, although he worried about the potential reaction.

It was surprising to him already--he could only guess how Ratchet would take it. Still, a hand goes to the side of the ravine, his head tilting up in thought.

"...Mostly metallic rock. Some kinda mix of iron n' cybertronium. Maybe some trithyllium too. Hard to tell."

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