Rodion wasn’t really Pharma’s first choice of transfers, but a promotion is a promotion. He’d been on the senior surgical staff in Iacon, but given his proven skill and expertise, the Senate had seen fit to send him to take over as head of surgery at the clinic in Rodion. Doubtless this will prove to be a valuable career experience, though, and maybe even a stepping stone to further promotion. Certainly it’ll give him new opportunities to pursue new research—he hasn’t published a paper in a while. He’s due.

He doesn’t mind the transfer as much because at least the head of the clinic is someone he knows. Someone he gets along with, even, which isn’t unheard of, Pharma actually does have friends (sometimes), but he likes Ratchet. Ratchet is on his level—he’s not the Autobot CMO for slouching. That’s a position Pharma would like to see himself in at some point, but he doesn’t necessarily begrudge Ratchet the fruit of his hard work. Pharma will just have to work harder.

The door to the CMO’s office is half-open. Pharma gives it a sharp rap with his knuckles before stepping inside, nodding at Ratchet with a vague smile. On him it’s always looked a little like a smirk.

“New head of surgery, reporting for duty.”