Rain echoed in the Autobot compound and thunder seemed to shake it beyond measure.

It was a rainy, dull afternoon. Ratchet was stuck in the compound, bored and with nothing to do besides organize the tools he'd done a thousand times over. The rain was coming down heavily, making it impossible to venture outside, impossible to do anything but settle in the medbay and attempt to distract himself.

It was quiet in the compound, the sound of the rain against metal the only thing breaking the silence.

Until under shook the compound.

If it weren't for the fact that he'd grown used to the sound of gunfire and canon blasts, he might have jumped at the pressure shift in the air. What did, make his processor turn and his servos twitch over his tools, was the sound of a startled yelp echoing down the compound halls.

The orange and white medic rolled blue optics, shifted from his place behind his workbench, and let his pedesteps carry him toward the bay doors. His servos pushed the heavy metal out of the way and after a moment, he let a grumble escape his vocalizer.

"What in the name of Primus are you doing?" he groused, his vocals gruff.