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[neededthat]

[A man comes onto the screen, looking like he’s shoving something out of view of the camera. He looks to be a little older than most, a little gray around the edges. But he addresses the device with urgency.]

Whoever is receiving this message, my name is Ratchet. I’m originally from Cybertron, and I was a Cybertronian and now I’m... I’m this! [He gestures to himself, rather erratically.]

If anyone from Cybertron can hear me, please try and lock onto my coordinates. Use the space bridge if you have to.

[He soon looks off screen and shoves at whatever it was. It seems to protest, but it’s rather muffled.]

Would you stop bothering me? I don't care what that child said!

But Ratchet, you need to--!!

[It looks like an Agumon, trying to tug Ratchet away out of worry.]

Again, if anyone can hear me, Bumblebee, Arcee, Bulkhead… I acquire assistance immediately.

[And the feed cuts out with Ratchet yelling at the poor digimon to get away.]

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[proveyourmetal]

[Bee's texts have been coming fairly quickly. But this time, there's quite the delay. A lot of him staring at the screen and Coronamon trying to pull his wrist down so he can peek at all the messages.]

Ratchet.

I don't remember that at all.

You're serious?

[neededthat]

Yes, I'm serious.

It was working just fine when we were on Cybertron.

[For once, Ratchet and Agumon exchange looks. The medic taps his head.]

You don't remember any of that?

What's the last thing you do remember?

[proveyourmetal]

[He types slowly, as he tries to recall.]

No.

The last thing I remember was trying to get the Star Saber to Optimus on the Nemesis.

He and Optimus were fighting. I tried to make a break for it, and Megatron fired. I was hit.

I fell. Then... nothing.

[Wait a second. Arcee mentioned something to him before about this...]

[neededthat]

You...

[He blinks again and opens his mouth to speak--]

Ratchet, are you from the future?

[proveyourmetal]

He might be onto something, Ratchet.

Arcee mentioned some of us come from different 'timelines.'

The 'who' might be right, but the 'when' isn't.

[neededthat]

So you don't know about...

[OOP, he clamps his mouth shut and looks away quickly.]

Perhaps in time we can do something about your vocal chords.

[proveyourmetal]

[He nods on the other side. Though. He needs to ask. Just one more time, to be sure.]

Ratchet.

You think it's really possible here?

[Don't hold back, Doc. Level with him here.]

[neededthat]

Just.

Give me some time with some books, and we'll see how far we can get.

[Private//Text]

[proveyourmetal]

[That's all Bee can ask for.] Thanks.

[Though there are some other matters they may need to discuss. This time, he switches it to private.]

I talked with Optimus earlier.

If you're from the future, I think we might need to be careful.

[Private]

[neededthat]

I...

[Welp, he may have already spilled the beans on that one. Sort of.]

I'll deal with it. For now I'm... I'm just happy to see him again.

[Private]

[proveyourmetal]

[Truth be told, a part of Bee is actually really glad that managed to slip though. He shouldn't be, because what Optimus said was true but... he is anyway.]

[He doesn't miss that last bit either. As much as he wants to ask about why a Ratchet from the future would miss Optimus, he won't.]

Yeah.

I'm glad he's in one piece. And I'm glad to see you too, Ratchet. You had us worried for a little while there.

[Had to go and get yourself Soundwave-napped in Bee's time, didncha?]

[Private]

[neededthat]

[Ratchet smiles a little.]

Let's just say we all made it off the Nemesis. A true team effort.

[And Agumon perks up at that, smiling. Teamwork.]

[Private]

[proveyourmetal]

[A sigh of relief. That's about the perfect thing Ratchet could say: Not enough detail to affect too much (Bee hopes). But certainly enough to ease whatever tension Bee had about the future.]

I didn't say anything to Optimus, because I agree. Talking too much about the future might undo it. I don't plan on telling anyone from the past too much if I can help it.

But I wonder sometimes. About the things we could fix if we knew them now.

[Private]

[neededthat]

Who knows.

But right now, we need to come together once again and sort things out. At least for the both of us, seeing as we're new here.

[Private]

[proveyourmetal]

[He hesitates bringing up anything further. Ratchet's right. If someone far back enough comes, they'll deal with them then.]

Wheeljack's heading down to HospiTown to meet us. So is Arcee, but she may be coming later. She's got a human 'cold' I think.

[She's pushing herself at this point, and he's sure Ratchet'll love that when he finds out.]

[Private]

[neededthat]

That's what I've gathered.

We'll get together and discuss things once we can find time. [Hopefully soon.]

[Private]

[proveyourmetal]

How you adjusting to your new frame?

[Bumblebee had arrived in a sore and aching body, himself and it had taken him some time to work out the stiffness in his limbs.]