The Start of Something Interesting...

[lastonepercent]

The day was calm, with no recent Decepticon attacks, and none suspected to be incoming for some time.  The cons were too busy licking their wounds from the last battle, one that the Autobots had decidedly come out ahead on.  The celebrations had gone on long into the night and the recreation room was already a mess.

Thus, it was the perfect chance for a lone Autobot to slip casually outside.

Mirage had no shift currently scheduled, so he was free to spend his time as he pleased.  He certainly made no move to hide his departure, greeting his comrades in the halls on the way out, but the box in his hands remained unopened despite any passing curiosity.  It was quietly shifted into subspace before long, and  the former noble shifted into alt mode just as smoothly when he reached the doors.  Despite the completely inappropriate earthen race car mode, the mech had little trouble self-adjusting before driving off into the forest covering the mountain, for business unknown...

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[lastonepercent]

"Yeah, you should be fine." Ratchet said again, unplugging as the diagnostics wrapped up.

"You have a few other, minor, normal issues - you've pinched wires in your right shoulder again. Among other things. I'm pinging you a list. Grab a supplement cube on your way out the door."

Ratchet grumbled as he did just that. The list was rather exhaustive.

"Anyway. Give me three days to prep the warning device - provided nothing major happens in the interim."

[cliffjumper]

"... Oh, yeah, forgot that's what it was," Cliffjumper said, ducking his helm on a guilty half-smile, because those wires in his right shoulder pinched constantly.

It might just have been something about this particular altmode or transformation scheme, but he liked both pretty okay and wouldn't be changing until necessary - either by medic's orders or circumstances.

He wasn't sure there was anything to change to that might alleviate the issue here on Earth, though.

"All of this?" Sliding off the berth and grimacing as he got the ping and scrolled through it, Cliffjumper huffed. Surely not all of it..? He hadn't, after all, been avoiding Ratchet like some other people tended to do sometimes.

"... But thanks. And yeah, yeah I'll get the cube as well," he said with a huff and waved a hand in the air as he paused at the doorway between Ratchet's office and the rest of the medbay.

He didn't like the supplemental stuff, but Ratchet would know if he didn't take a cube with him... and would know if he hadn't drunk it when he came back in a few days, slag it all.

[lastonepercent]

"'Forgot'," Ratchet grumbled, shaking his head in irritation.

"Yes, all of it.. You came in for a checkup, you get to deal with the results!"

He waved a hand, shooing Cliffjumper out the door.

"You're welcome - now scram. I've got a fabricator to assemble before I can even start on your add-on."

[cliffjumper]

"Going, going... And it's easy to forget it when it keeps happenin' and ain't really detrimental to my functionin'!" Cliffjumper called out right before he darted out the door, reluctantly swinging by the cabinet that held the prepared supplemental energon cubes and snagged one.

He felt... a little more at ease about everything, even if Ratchet's solution was, at best, a stop-gap measure. But if he couldn't find any other way to learn what he probably really needed to, at least it was a good stop-gap measure.

Hopefully it wouldn't be needed at all, either.

With a static sigh tickling his mouth, Cliffjumper reluctantly broke the seal on the cube and started to sip it as he walked down the corridor. Better drink it as soon as possible and get it over with.