:pointleft] Wait! What are these *Build Bots* doing?
And who changed their paint job?
] That would be *First Aid*, and these are…
[FirstAid] *Shield Drones*.
I’ve found some Build Bots in an abandoned base a while ago.
Couldn’t leave them in there, in disrepair, lonely…
] Cool! So… they fly around fixing things for you?
[FirstAid:victory] Close; they are fitted with shielding tech.
Rather than having them fix things, I reprogrammed them to ensure our fellow Autobots do not get hurt in the first place.
[FirstAid:pointleft] Exactly! Now sit back and open your mouth… No more talking!
:shakehead] Told you there’s no talking your way out of it Bumblebee.
[FirstAid] You were right, and remember, you’re next!
[npc-Decepticon:angry] What are *you* guys doing here?! I have an appointment…
[npc-Spyglass:point] We’re here to warn Starscream!
[npc-Decepticon:thinking] Warn him of what?
[npc-Viewfinder:pointleft] Of the *package* you hold in your hands, foolish human!
[npc-Spectro:clap] We saw through your shady dealings!
[npc-Decepticon:happy] It’s a gift for you. We didn’t get off to a good start, and since it’s your Inception Day…
There’s only one way I’m opening that box… EXPLOSIVELY! Ha! *<BLAST>*
:facepalm] Wait! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!
It took me ages to source that thing, and you blow it up?!
If I’d known you’d destroy it, I’d have sold *Luca* one of the dummy copies.
[npc-Spyglass:victory] Surely a booby trap! Plasma mine? Re-wired mortar shell?
] It was *Cybertron-21*, a *high fidelity holographic battlefield simulator*…
] One of the best, in mint condition too…I thought I could buy it back from you at a lower price…
[npc-Spyglass:facepalm] Psst! Guys, we better go…
[npc-Viewfinder:shakehead] …and stick to our original agenda.
[npc-Spectro:clap] Blackmail and subterfuge it is then!
[FirstAid:pointleft] Chief Medical Officer *First Aid* reporting for duty!
:clap] I’m glad to see you join the fray on Earth my friend!
[FirstAid] Likewise, this planet needs all the *Protectobots* we can spare!
:taunt] So… You gonna jump on the front lines? Bust some Deceptichops?!
[FirstAid] I’ll leave the busting part to you and the others.
Trying to make sure you all make it home is more than enough for one bot to handle…
:point] You’re not alone on that one, First Aid! You can always count on our help. Right, Wheeljack?
] Right, right. About that, we might need First Aid… ehh… first. This plasma caster is not very stable yet, it *might* blow up.
:flinch] Explosions!? It’s a diversion! To arms! We are under attack!
[FirstAid:facepalm] Don’t worry Bumblebee, just show me the way to the lab.
[FirstAid:pointleft] Keep still! I can’t help you if you keep moving!
[FirstAid] Sure, I’m nearly done with this patient…
:shakehead] Yeah, as for that…
I think you’d have an easier time if you turned his *Energon mixer* OFF before trying to fix it.
[FirstAid:pointleft] Perhaps, but removing his power source seems… somehow cruel.
:point] Anyway, we’ve got another *Autobot* casualty. I placed him in *stasis mode* as soon as he got here.
[FirstAid:flinch] Oh my… beam laser must’ve cut right through his chest, and there’s mortar shrapnel just about everywhere…
:shakehead] The vulgar reality of war First Aid; when the pomp and ceremony are stripped away.
[FirstAid:victory] Worry not, Ratchet! Where there’s *life*, there’s *hope*.