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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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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."