☆ call-out post

[runawayballista]

call me out

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prewar bullshit for ratchet

[pharmacidal]

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.”

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet is reading a datapad, his optics sharply focused. He doesn’t even look up when Pharma comes in.

“You’re late,” he snaps, and he looks about to say more before his stern, irritated expression cracks and he drops the pad to the desk, his face warming.

“Get in here,” he says, sounding pleased now instead as he leans back in his chair and nods to the one opposite his desk, shoving a few piles of pads and detritus out of the way. “Sit down. How the hell have you been?”

[pharmacidal]

Pharma's mouth tugs back in a grin, taking a seat easily across from Ratchet, one leg crossed over the other. This was about the reception he was expecting, and he's far from disappointed.

"Oh, you know," he says, with feigned offhandedness, "a breakthrough study here, a few papers there -- and now a promotion, apparently."

[asafepairofhands]

“Oh, you’ve had the spare time to publish, how nice,” Ratchet says as if he hadn’t read everything, his voice dry. “Well, it’s a bit of a mess here—I requested this transfer, sorry to apparently drag you with me. The department is running smoothly, it’s just the influx of patients and lack of staff, and how often I get dragged back into Iacon for stupid pointless interminable meetings, the only apparent purpose of which is to massage certain people’s egos. But if you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know.”

[pharmacidal]

Pharma smirks slightly at Ratchet. Of course he's read anything -- Pharma wouldn't expect anything less than Ratchet keeping up on surgical literature, and Pharma likes to think that Ratchet might have a special interest in reading his work. They'd worked together plenty in the past, overall.

"Noted," he says with the same dry touch to his voice. He leans back in the chair, one arm slung over the back. "And don't apologize -- if anything, I suppose I should be thanking you." He tilts his head. "I have to say, I never thought I'd be working under you. You've really moved up the ranks."