Jazz led them on what was obviously a carefully chosen path across the battlefield. The fight was winding down, but the occasional laser-fire could still be seen or heard around the human buildings. Whatever Jazz had done afforded them cover fire all the way back to the front lines and the safety of the bulk of the other Autobots.
Ratchet and First Aid were immediately on-hand, the former hissing at Mirage's face when he and Jazz transformed on their arrival.
"Get back here-" the medic started, only to be halted by Mirage himself with a wane smile.
"A protected scan would not be amiss, beforehand. To be on the safe side, of course."
The medics stared, and Jazz let out a low whistle at the virus-laden implications.
"Think I'm gonna need that report as soon as Ratchet gives the all-clear."
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Date: 2014-05-26 07:18 am (UTC)Ratchet and First Aid were immediately on-hand, the former hissing at Mirage's face when he and Jazz transformed on their arrival.
"Get back here-" the medic started, only to be halted by Mirage himself with a wane smile.
"A protected scan would not be amiss, beforehand. To be on the safe side, of course."
The medics stared, and Jazz let out a low whistle at the virus-laden implications.
"Think I'm gonna need that report as soon as Ratchet gives the all-clear."