Lets just say a certain Autobot Medic was not happy about being commed in the middle of the night cycle by a certain wrecker and having his recharge interrupted. He didn't get much of it ever! 

Ratchet stormed towards Jackie holding his emergency medical kit. Ratchet glared at the wrecker who appeared absolutely fine. 

"Well? Where's this medical situation?" Ratchet huffed glancing the wrecker up and down

"Sorry sunshine, I ain't the one who needs a good check up she is." He stepped aside to show off the brown seeker leaning against the side of the Jackhammer, "Not a 'con, but she's really not a 'bot either." 

Ratchet stared at the pained femme, "Then your just trusting a rouge!?" 

Jackie shrugged, "She fought off the 'cons, enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?" 

Ratchet grumbled a little, "Still one of these rouge seekers ripped Bumblebees arm right off!" 

"Doubt it was her." Wheeljack hummed 

"Are you bots gonna do something or are you gonna just let me bleed out here?" The femme huffed 

"If you don't let me decide maybe I will!" Ratchet snapped back 

She snorted, "If you say so grounder."

Jackie chuckled, "Ive taken a personal liking to her attitude."

Ratchet rolled his optics as he walked to the femme, but paused seeing her stabilizers themselves. Her pedes weren't pedes, they were claws, she hand an extra bend in them as well.

"What are you staring at grounder? Never seen a bot who just had to make do with what little resources one had?" She huffed shifting her stabilizers a little 

Ratchet shook his helm a little and kneeled by her bleeding thigh, "Just never seen modifications like.. that."

"Like I said," She glances away, "We had to make do with what we have."

Ratchet found himself agreeing with what she said, he himself has had to pass off some poor medical items as 'good enough' in order to keep soldiers going and conserve resources. Some of the things he has done for the sake of this indefinite war was laughable at best if the medical community was still around. But those days were gone, and you just had to make do, even if the weld isn't perfect and they move the wrong way it would pop right open again. 

"So... Why are you here?" Ratchet asked 

"Fought a bunch of false seekers and smashed into the top of his ship and we made an escape." She shrugged, "Thought that was pretty obvious."

Ratchet sighed, "Why are you on earth?" 

"Same as you most likely, the resources." The seeker sighed, "Are you done yet?"

While he was done ratchet wanted to find out more about these mysterious seekers motives, "No, no, not yet, Where are you coming from?"

"Refuge colony if thats what your asking," She hummed, "We had to leave after the fall of Vos.... and the dying of our planet... We all did." 

Ratchet could barely remember Vos. It had fallen so long ago it had just blurred into the carnage of the War. He vented softly.

"Im sorry."

"Sure you are."