"Any further repairs and diagnostics can wait until we get off this battlefield and back to base!" Ratchet said, giving First Aid an approving glance.
Mirage made a face.
::Not an idea I really want to think about...::
Not that he'd get much choice in the matter.
The CMO, catching sight of Jazz and Mirage grimly staring at one another with the faint crackle of close-range comms between them, threw himself between them with a flurry of angry hand gestures.
"Enough of that - get on the ship. You two are the last of the triage patients to arrive - once they're on board, we'll be clear for the return flight, Jazz."
Mirage wasn't a fool, and immediately found himself following after Cliffjumper toward their ride. Jazz - commander of the current mission, apparently - stood up and waved to the surrounding mechs guarding the camp.
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Date: 2014-05-28 08:03 am (UTC)Mirage made a face.
::Not an idea I really want to think about...::
Not that he'd get much choice in the matter.
The CMO, catching sight of Jazz and Mirage grimly staring at one another with the faint crackle of close-range comms between them, threw himself between them with a flurry of angry hand gestures.
"Enough of that - get on the ship. You two are the last of the triage patients to arrive - once they're on board, we'll be clear for the return flight, Jazz."
Mirage wasn't a fool, and immediately found himself following after Cliffjumper toward their ride. Jazz - commander of the current mission, apparently - stood up and waved to the surrounding mechs guarding the camp.
"Alright 'Bots, let's move out!"