nope.

[docbot]

You, dear mun, are going to regret this. Throwing me off into the depths of space into a Cybertronian wasteland is a preposterous way of amusing yourself!

Although I must admit that, given your species' habit of setting up gladitorial events as a spectator sport, this is better than some of the alternatives.

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[automobile_enthusiast]

Ah ah ah, don't discount the gladiator pits yet~. After all, isn't it the whole appeal of this little prison supposed to be that we can shape it into anything we want?

At the discretion of our lovely muns, of course.

[docbot]

[ A snort. ]

Given that they've put so much effort in bringing us to this dump alive, I'm doubtful that mine would throw you to the wolves so quickly, given your lack of gladatorial ability.

Then again, what do I know? They might just dress us up in skirts and have us can-can our way across the planet.

[automobile_enthusiast]

Don't underestimate the depravity of these skin-jobs, my friend. I'm trying not to put anything past them.

That said, I know I'd prefer the skirts to the pits. ...As long as the color doesn't clash with my paintjob.

[wakizashi_straight]

You dislike gladiatorial events?

[He cocks his head slightly. Consider Noisy Boy's interest in your thoughts piqued.]

[docbot]

I'm a doctor. [ He taps at the insignias on his forearms -- bright red heartbeat symbols. ] The idea of two bots fighting to the death for someone's pleasure goes against everything I stand for.

[wakizashi_straight]

[He can't say he's ever heard of bots fixing other bots. He looks to the symbols for a moment, glancing to the ever-changing kanji on his own forearms in turn.]

Even if that is what they are designed for?

[airachnid]

Why, Ratchet. You seem....vexed.

[She likes that look on you.]

[docbot]

Quite. And even more so since your ugly faceplate came into view.

[airachnid]

I think you might need to get your optical feed adjusted, Ratchet.

[How dare you impugn her superlative beauty, you absolute, ill-tempered boor!]

What's the matter, darling? Is it the mun? I know how much you like humans, after all. [Only slightly more than she does.]

[invisiblepinkboat]

Well, perhaps you'll get to repair damages created by accidents rather than armed combat, due to said wasteland. A bit more variation in the repairs needed, right?

[docbot]

[ Ratchet exhales a sharp burst of air, looking vaguely peeved. ] All repairs are a pain in my aft, and accidents are even worse than armed combat. Those are avoidable.

[ In his spark, though, Ratchet would prefer accidents, simply because damage from those is so much less likely to be fatal. ]

[invisiblepinkboat]

[Elita shrugs, smile still present on her faceplates, but damped back some.]

I don't think all accidents are avoidable, but otherwise... Though you might yet have to fix the usual sort of battle-damage, if the Decepticons present decide to get up to their usual shenanigans.

[As they do. Even when they've lost.]

Not that I'm the scientific type, but seeing Cybertron like that... would be both interesting and... strange.

[r_a_m_1982]

I'm sure it won't be so bad in the end. You just need to make the best of it.

[docbot]

Hah! Just because I have to live with it doesn't mean that I can't complain about it!

And of course it's going to be bad. Or did you not notice where I said that I'm going to be thrown into a wasteland.

[r_a_m_1982]

You can complain but what good will that do? In the long run it will only make you more frustrated.

A wasteland is better than tiny cell. You will have freedom, is more than some people has.

[tempts]

Pretty sure these buggers don't really regret anything they do. At least the ones who don't have a fully working conscious. [ A shrug. Crowley is pretty chill given the fact he's talking to a giant robot. He's watched a few episodes of Gundam, okay? He's totally got this. ]

They're pretty creative when they want to be. Still not sure if it's a good thing or not but I'll get back to you on that one.

[docbot]

Well, the only way to find out is to try... because I can be creative too. [ Ratchet's expression is just glassy enough to straddle the line between "not quite all here" and "deranged". ]

[tempts]

[ Yeah he's got that. Missing a few bolts there Doc? Anyway Crowley looks up at him pretty impassive. ] Yeah. Creativity. You're like a walking super computer right? Guess you've got a lot of ideas. Just open up google and presto! You're probably all set. Google is good for those things.

[ Aside from implying that you are a walking talking computer with eyes and appendages; he is totes not egging you on or anything. ]

i am reading all your stuff here in ratchet's voice and it is amazing.

[deusexraf]

It doesn't really seem to be a wasteland. Just...new?

;akjsdlkfI am glad :D I was super worried about getting his voice right!

[docbot]

New, wasteland, it all means the same thing: no civilization, no support, no technology, not even of the inferior human kind!

[ He's quite upset about that. ]

How are we supposed to live with any sort of civility if we can't even process energon properly? How--

[ His eyes go just a bit wider and if you listen closely, you may have just heard something fzzt out in his head. Maybe. ]

How will you survive? Cybertron is an entirely non-organic system. Organics can't process that, can they?

YOU ARE DOING AMAZING

[deusexraf]

...well, I think we've already figured out how well I handle energon.

[which is to say unless he's suddenly an AU genderbent Sari...he doesn't.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Aw c'mon Doc. It'll be an adventure.

Yannow, like the one we had a few episodes ago.

[Guess who's followin' ya~!]

[docbot]

[ Ratchet has a sudden, visceral reaction to Wheeljack's voice. That is to say, he stiffens and turns sloooowly towards the source. ]

Adventure.

[ There is a definite twitch around his left optic. ]

[ ooc: I am screaming a little right now. Because Wheeljack. ]

[spottyjudgement]

[And yet another big 'bot. He finally grew up to be the tallest on his team, and now he's the shortest 'bot around, for the time being. Kind of a major shift, there.]

Well, good to know we'll have a medic on hand, in lieu of CR chambers.

[docbot]

CR chambers? [ You just confused him, Cheetor... or maybe he's just blinded by your garish paint job. ] What are you talking about?