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.

[wakizashi_straight]

You dislike gladiatorial events?

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

[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.

[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.

[docbot]

[ He'd comment on the former, but -- ]

Really? Your paint-job is the only reason why you'd be offended by being shoved into human clothing and forced to dance?

[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?

[automobile_enthusiast]

It's better than the pits.

[Anything, any indignity, is better than the gladiator pits. Knock Out's the first mech to admit that he'd be the one left for scrap in one of those brawling contests-to-the-death.]

[docbot]

[ Ratchet frowns. ]

No mech's designed just to destroy other mechs. And if you're a fighter -- a soldier, then use that for good! Protect!

[docbot]

... I'll give you that one.

[ Ratchet sighs and rubs at his chevron, suddenly tired. ]

I was against those even back before the war. Never made any blasted sense, pitting mechs against each other like that. Just a waste. A fragging waste.

[automobile_enthusiast]

[Knock Out shrugs elegantly.] I always preferred the races, myself. Not as interesting, perhaps, but certainly less brutal.

[This is one Decepticon who had to learn his brutality after the war started.]

[docbot]

Less brutality is a good thing to you? [ Ratchet cracks just a bit of a smirk. ] And you're a Decepticon... why, again?

[automobile_enthusiast]

[He shrugs again, grinning.] What can I say? The perks are excellent.

[wakizashi_straight]

[Noisy Boy tilts his head again, chin angled down slightly.]

I am not a soldier. I am a boxer.

[What was that about no mechs being designed just to destroy other mechs?]

[airachnid]

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

[She likes that look on you.]

[docbot]

And by perks you're referring to... getting your aft beat by both Autobots and Decepticons alike on a regular basis? [ Cue one distinctly raised eyebrow. ]

[automobile_enthusiast]

[Okay Ratchet you're totally spot-on there but KO's not going to cop to that, oh no. His grin remains fixed firmly in place.]

No, that's just the unfortunate course of the war. The perks...

Well, unless you're interested in throwing in your lot over here, the perks~ are for me to know and you to find out.

[docbot]

[ To be fair, Ratchet's experience of mechs does not include Noisy Boy. ]

I see... [ A light begins to dawn in Ratchet's optics. ] You aren't Cybertronian, are you?

[docbot]

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

[docbot]

Uh-huh.

You know, it seems to me that you'd benefit more from coming over here. After all, I'm betting no one on the Nemesis helps you sand out those scratches when you come limping home... but I'm a medic. Built for things involving fine motor skills.

[wakizashi_straight]

[True. His own optics flicker for a moment. Something unfamiliar... though that could be said for a lot of what Ratchet has mentioned.]

What is a Cybertronian?

[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]

Ah, so you're not.

[ Ratchet isn't quite sure what to do with a ... a sentient of a different species who is so much closer to his own than any other he's come upon thus far. Watch him backpedal awkwardly like a boss. ]

A Cybertronian is an autonomous robotic organisms hailing from the planet Cybertron, like myself. My previous statements were made assuming that you were one of us, and that you were speaking with reference to our own culture. If this... boxing... of yours is important to your planet of origin, then ... well. I wouldn't want to presume that it's a bad idea without understanding it further.

[ Interacting with humans has, at least, taught him this much about respecting the cultural traditions of other species. ]

[docbot]

I think you may need to get your faceplate adjusted, Decepticon.

[ He's not going to do her the honour of addressing her by name. That's how very pissed off he is with her. ]

And I'd say yes, except that most of my discomfort is due to disgust at being in your presence.