Rain hammered the Autobot base, thunder rattling the walls as Ratchet passed the time organizing his medbay for what felt like the thousandth time.

Then—

THUD.

A startled yelp echoed through the compound.

With an exasperated sigh, Ratchet left his workbench and shoved open the bay doors. Blue optics settled on the source of the commotion as he folded his arms.

"What in the name of Primus are you doing?" he grumbled.