Almost done her application

[whatbedsidemanners]

In all honesty I thought you had given up.

I hope you realize how completely pointless this is. What do you plan on accomplishing there?

And by the looks of it there's no shortage of bots who need medical attention. [Sigh]

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[robotfightclub]

No shortage of bots and no shortage of people who need medical attention because of bots.

[whatbedsidemanners]

Organics getting injured I presume?

Undoubtedly from hotheads thinking that they're above such things as speed limits.

[She shakes her head with disgust. Honestly.]

[robotfightclub]

[If it wasn't for the fact that this is d_m, she might've been a little surprised that Red Alert was able to hit that nail on the head.]

That, among other things.

[whatbedsidemanners]

[Well she shares this headspace with one such hothead. It's not fun.]

Ugh, those types.

Sometimes I want to open up their brains and download a few extra strings of logic analysis data into their Danger Assessment algorithms. A little common sense would do them a world of good.

[robotfightclub]

[Forgive her, she has no idea what that means.]

...Right.

[Please don't open up Cliff's brain.]

Good news is we have a medic, the workload shouldn't be as bad as it sounds. That's if you can count anything in the city as "good news".

[whatbedsidemanners]

I like the sound of it already.

[She'd rather treat an open cosmic rust wound for the next thousand years than go there.]

I'm sure there will still be plenty for me to do. I might go crazy otherwise.

[nothotrod]

[Someone mentioned hotheads?]

...


You're the Red Alert that's heading over?

[wow: confusion chip activate. With a puzzled point and everything.]

[whatbedsidemanners]

[She pauses and looks at him.

Really looks.

Hello don't you look familiar.

She distrusts you instantly.]

That's me, yes.

Who are you.

[nothotrod]

[Oh good because you don't look familiar at all and apparently you're a medic? Stop that.]

Rodimus Prime.

You're really...

...

Different.

[whatbedsidemanners]

You don't seem to be like the Rodimus Prime I know.

[She doesn't really care if she's different or not Mr. Rodimus, let's talk about you and why she distrusts you.]

[nothotrod]

Right back at you. Red Alert was the security chief on my ship. And he looked nothing like you.

[Point point]

Well, except for the colors. Your colors are pretty close.

[You know, just once he'd like to get the news that one of his people were heading over.]

[whatbedsidemanners]

[She's a mech in another universe? That's... interesting. She honestly can't imagine herself as a security chief of anything; she likes it where she is.]

The Rodimus I know is a very...

[Does she dare? It's very petty of her and will accomplish nothing.]

...strong and accomplished leader. I would follow him into the pits if he asked me to.

You on the other servo...

[nothotrod]

What are you talking about? You don't even know me!

[Wow way to find the right buttons to push. It'd probably be better to stop right there. No seriously. He almost got himself killed over the whole respect and honor thing. A long time ago maybe, but still.]

[whatbedsidemanners]

Exactly.

From what I can tell so far, you are not the Rodimus I know.

Hot Rod.

[nothotrod]

Okay. Now you're just doing that on purpose.

[A younger Rodimus may have fallen for that but he's up to your schemes, missy.]

For your information, I'm Captain of the Lost Light. That's a ship with 200 Autobots I rallied. [Those poor souls.]

Just in case you wanted to make any more assumptions about my leadership.

[whatbedsidemanners]

Maybe.

[That isn't the tiniest of tiny evidence of a smile at the corner of her mouth, no.]

200 is impressive I admit.

Alright Rodimus, I apologize for making assumptions based on nothing. That much was unfair of me.

[She still doesn't trust you though.]

[nothotrod]

[That's all he needed to hear. Trust can come with time.]

Alright, your turn. You're a medic, right?

[They're going to be stuck in a city together, so.]

[whatbedsidemanners]

[She has half a mind to tell him to mind his own business, but she feels that she owes him at least an answer or two.]

Yes, I am. At the moment I am serving as a field medic under Rodimus Prime's command. When I'm not on Team Athenia, I'm in the Ministery of Science working with Perceptor.

[There look at all that information. Enjoy it because that's probably about as much as she's willing to give.]

[nothotrod]

[He'll probably remember all that. Probably. But he seems genuinely intrigued at the moment, at least. If only because you're so different from the Red Alert he knows.]

If you're setting up Ministries already, then the War's over where you come from, right?

[whatbedsidemanners]

The Ministries existed before the war began.

[Look at you trying to get to know her.

Nope that's not happening.]

[nothotrod]

...You managed to upkeep Cybertron's bureaucracy during the war?

[Either the War wasn't that destructive or you guys have some impressive self control.]

[whatbedsidemanners]

It was a difficult thing. But I definitely think that things went differently for us than the did for you.

It's hard to explain without knowing your side.