The Energon Pub

Autobase Prime: Medbay

Blurr bounded enthusiastically over to Stormfire, as the latter was stepping towards the doors leading out of the medbay.

“Hey-Stormfire-how-are-you-doing?-You-look-much-better-then-you-did-when-we-carried-
you-in-here.-Which-is-of-course-to-be-expected-when-we-have-some-of-the-finest-
medical-staff-here-to-patch-you-up.-How-is-your-cranial-unit-doing?-You-must-have-
took-a-hard-hit-there-earlier-because-you-were-talking-oddly.-Jedishen-and-I-carried-
you-in-here-pretty-much-as-soon-as-we-got-here-so-not-many-mechs-heard-you-talking-
about-yourself-in-the-third-person-so-you-don’t-have-to-worry-about-being-
embarrassed,” Blurr rattled on in an almost endless stream of words.

Pausing for an astrosecond to glance at Strafe and Jedishen, the blue transformer returned his gaze to Stormfire and addressed him once more.

“So-are-you-heading-up-to-the-command-center-with-us?-Sorry-if-you-said-what-you-
were-doing-earlier,-but-I-got-distracted-and-wasn’t-paying-attention.”

Autobase Prime ~ Corridors

Brawn headed for the command center to see what everyone was doing. Perhaps he could convince someone to order up a patrol party or something. Anything was good, as long as he had something to do. As Brawn drove on he couldn't shake the funny feeling that had crept up on him since being at the observation deck.

Ahh, it's probably nothing. But I'd better have Ratchet check me out before I head out of the base. I need to be in peak form if I'm gonna scrap any Decepticons.

So, Brawn changed direction to head down to the Med bay. When he arrived he transformed and walked inside looking for Ratchet.

"Hey doc! You got a klik? I need you to look at my noggin'. I might have knocked a diode loose or something. Gives me a twitch in my synapse relays."