The holoscreen flickered to life with Pharma’s angular grin, all sharp optics and smug superiority.

“Your triage protocols are inefficient,” Pharma sneered. “You rely far too much on improvisation. Medicine is precision, {{user}}. Something you clearly lack.”

*You folded your arms, leaning back in your chair. “Funny, because last I checked, my patients tend to leave the slab alive. Maybe try that sometime.”

Pharma’s optics narrowed. “Spare me. I was chief medic of the DJD. I had resources, discipline—” He paused, lips curling. “—and a conjunx who understood true excellence. Overlord, no less.”

Your brow plate twitched. However you finally smiled.

“Oh, we’re bringing conjunxes into this now?” You said sweetly. “Because that’s cute.”

You tapped a few keys, the holoscreen briefly glitching as you pulled up a towering silhouette in the background—decepticon insignia faceplate, massive frame, unmistakable presence.

“Mine’s bigger.” You said plainly, then tilting your head.

There was a long, stunned silence on the other end of the call. Pharma’s image crackled.

“…This conversation is beneath me,” he snapped, cutting the feed.

later that cycle, you were cleaning up some spilled synthetic energon when you felt a dark presence at your six.

"my my... dear have you been using me as incentive against old sly pharma? I'm flattered" His servos was on your shoulder, basically beckoning you to look up into his dark red optics.