The medbay was seemingly empty at first; with no recent battles, the only current resident was Trailbreaker on the farthest berth, deep in recharge and recovering from a training accident. A stack of Ark supply crates, dusty and dim from disuse and only recently dragged up from the buried bowels of the ship, were stacked all along the entryway.
"Unless you're bleeding out, take a number or be 'volunteered'."
Ratchet grumbled, voice muffled; he was half-buried inside of a freshly-opened supply crate, struggling with some of the heavier requisitioned tools.
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Sorry no Ratchet account for youuu
Date: 2014-04-21 08:48 am (UTC)"Unless you're bleeding out, take a number or be 'volunteered'."
Ratchet grumbled, voice muffled; he was half-buried inside of a freshly-opened supply crate, struggling with some of the heavier requisitioned tools.