| New Divisions | |
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| Date of Scene: | 20 June 2019 |
| Location: | Autobot Command Center |
| Synopsis: | Jazz gives Ratchet something he needs. |
| Cast of Characters: | Jazz, Ratchet |
- Jazz has posed:
Jazz is sitting at a large computer and on the computer you may see a list of the many -many- operatives in the autobot ranks. Something Ratchet probably shouldn't see but it's there just the same.
Furiously typing, Jazz, would be sweating if he were any normal bot but he just sips his ener-tea.
The rest of hte room is quiet for the day and there is some nice classical music playing that Jazz occasionally conducts from his chair.
- Ratchet has posed:
Ratchet is pretty sure he has an idea of what this may be about, but as he doesn't see Pharma when he walks in its apparently not time for the deathmatch with the other medic quite yet. "Alright let's get this over with Jazz, what is going on?"
- Jazz has posed:
Jazz spins in his chair and holds a hand up, "Relax Bot. BRREEEEAAAATTTTHHH," he takes a deep breath.
"Two things, and don't worry, this won't take long."
Jazz crosses his legs and leans back grabbing his ener-tea.
"First, I am creating a Medical Division. I would like for you to head it up. You get to pick your second in command," he pauses.
"Can you do that?"
- Ratchet has posed:
Ratchet blinks. Ok, maybe he doesn't have any idea what is going on. That definitely wasn't what he was expecting. "You're creating a medical devision within the Autobot ranks, is it going to be independent of the hospital or working in connecting with delatraan??"
- Jazz has posed:
Jazz sips his ener-tea then smells it and 'yums', "Independent. Within the Autobots, if you want to continue with projects with Delatraan, that's up to you, you will be the boss but I want to create some distance between us and them. I also want a division in the autobot command structure," he pauses.
"Can I interest you in some ener-tea?"
- Ratchet has posed:
Ratchet.. surprisingly doesn't answer immediately. Instead he drops down heavily into another chair and leans a shin against his hands. This is exactly what he wants, what he needs. An entire division free from the corrupt influences of the hospital. Primus knows he would be able to run it far better than the slaggers in charge of the board... but he also doubts that delatraan will be all hunky dory with him continuing to work after essentially cutting ties with the facility.
He has patients, responsibilities... Is he really able to care for them properly with the state the place is in, though? Is it really worth it to be held back this way?
"... I want the offer to join the division be extended to my team; First Aid, Starlock, all of them. I won't force them to join me but they are competant medics and would be nothing but assets to us."
Ratchet waves off the offer of tea. He's a black coffee kind of mech.
- Jazz has posed:
Spinning back in his chair he looks at the roster then Jazz spins back.
"Maybe you would want to talk it over with your team? Before giving and answer? I mean, I would hate to have to find someone else to head up the division. This of coruse would come with some Command responsibilities," another pause and another sip.
Then.
"What is going on over there. Who is this....Pharma? I am hearing alot about this mech and experiments he is running on autobots. I need some oversight on things like that and in those situations, I want to Bots taken care of in house."
- Ratchet has posed:
There it is. Ratchet, in a very un-ratchet-like move, slumps in the chair. He looks older and more exhausted than he has in months. "There's been... a lot going on. Pharma and I were friends... are friends? Its complicated. Went to medical school together, thought he was a great mech, beginning to rethink it." Leaning forward, he explains everything he knows. Gallo, the diseases, Blurr, Triage, Monte, the Board's revealed involvement... just the absolute disaster and mess that they have been trying to work through.
Its the explaining that seems to strengthen Ratchet's resolve. "... I don't need to keep thinking about it. I'll take the job. It will be their decision if they want to join me, but I don't have the patience to deal with the administration or Pharma's slag anymore. Whatever command responsibilities are required, I'll take them."
- Jazz has posed:
Jazz nods. Pleased. "That's good news Ratchet," he stands and offers a hand to Ratchet, "The new Medical Division Commander."
He forgot his ener-tea so he reaches fown to get it a sip it.
"You report to no one except for Optimus, Prowl or myself. If anything goes wrong down there...be sure that Optimus will come down on you. Or Prowl..ooorrr...me," but his demeanor doesn't get any more serious.
"Recruiting for -your- division will be on you ok?"
- Ratchet has posed:
-Your- division. Already Ratchet is liking the sound of that. Now when he claims something is his medibay, it will be a 100% undeniable truth. "If anything goes wrong, you can sure as slag be confident that mechs will have to deal with my wrath first." He's not about to let his division get out of hand, there is no way he is going to let it slip by beneath him. "Got it. My division, my respinsibility to recruit."
- Jazz has posed:
Jazz nods, "Great. Well, I guess then that I will get to it. I still wnat to see you and Pharma. If there is nothing else I can start that paperwork."
- Ratchet has posed:
Ratchet shakes his helm, rising from the chair, "I'm guessing we will wait to drop that little bomb on him that I'm leaving delatraan until that meeting?"
- Jazz has posed:
Jazz shrugs, "I am not interested in that," he chuckles. "I want to know why I don't know what he is doing over there and what exactly he is doing and how many project he has going on that I don't know about," he types a few things.
"That other stuff, that's between you guys," he now sips his ener-tea like those kermit memes.
- Ratchet has posed:
Ratchet hums, "Personally, I would like to know that too. Why he has been keeping me in the dark as well. I haven't been pushing it as much as I should since I didn't want him or anyone else to get spooked and do something rash. Now that I'm leaving the hospital this may be the perfect time to be not so nice anymore."
- Jazz has posed:
Jazz nods, "OK Then. Dimissed. Let Operations know what you need to get this new division up and running."
- Ratchet has posed:
Ratchet gives a small salute, turns around and lumbers out the door, hand to his comm unit as he already sends a notice for his staff to meet with him.