1105/Recruiting the Shrink

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet didn't give Rung much warning before showing up. Admittedly rude, but also very in character. He gives a gentle rap of knuckles against the door to his office and waits after informing him in a loud voice, "Rung, its Ratchet. You got a minute?"

He knows for a fact Rung won't have any patients at the moment and while he normally would respect time needed for paperwork, this is important.

**Rung has posed:**
Rung is grateful for the pre-visit warning Ratchet had given him, despite how small it was. He had just enough time to straighten his office after his last patient of the day and mentally prepare himself for a meeting with the grumpy medic.

 "I do," Rung calls back. "Come on in."

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet steps into the small office, keying the door closed behind him. He doesn't waste time getting to the point, "Did you hear that I am leaving Deltaran to head the new Autobot Medical Division?"

**Rung has posed:**
"I didn't, no." Rung smiles faintly. "Congratulations on your new position. I hope it wasn't under unfortunate circumstances...?"

 He leaves the question hanging in the air, half-expecting Ratchet to grumble in response to being congratulated.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet doesn't do that. Plowing right through the question he asks Rung, "I want to offer you a position amongst the new Medical Division staff. We would be independent of the medical administration and any red tape they are trying to tie us down with. We would deal with the cases of Autobots in house and be able to better care and monitor mechs in the field."

**Rung has posed:**
Rung blinks a few times. He adjusts his spectacles, eyebrows raised, and peers skeptically at Ratchet as he processes the offer in his head.

 "What would it entail?" he asks. Allowing a faint note of humor to creep into his tone, he adds, "I hope it wouldn't mean having to move offices. I've found that I've gotten rather attached to this one."

**Ratchet has posed:**
"That depends on where our new base of operations would be located, I'd imagine. Think Jazz and the others are still sorting out the last of the logistics of it." Ratchet hooks his thumbs into hip plating, huming lightly as he thinks, "The basics are that I would ask you to monitor the mental states of the Autobot troops- bring whatever patients you have to the new facility where we can be sure they'll be properly looked after." His frown deepens, "And make sure they are where the administration can't take advantage of them... you heard about Blurr, right? If I have any say in it," and by Primus he would, since he's going to be heading the entire thing, "That will never happen again without major consequences."

**Rung has posed:**
Rung hums thoughtfully. "I'm assuming both Autobot and neutral patients will be transferred to the new facility," he says matter-of-factly. He gets up and begins to pace back and forth by the window as he ponders Ratchet's offer.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet shifts so he can watch Rung pace, helm following him slowly from one side of the room to the other, "I wouldn't dream of making you abandon the neutral patients you are already working with. I'll make sure that you can see them." One way or another. He's not going to make Rung abandon mechs that need him.

**Rung has posed:**
Rung eventually stops, looking to Ratchet with a very slight frown on his features. "If I may ask," he begins cautiously, "what spurred the decision to create a new medical division?"

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet is quiet for awhile, staring at the models on Rung's walls, "... Deltaran is going to the pit, Rung. The staff is corrupt, the administration is looking the other way, and I'm pretty convinced by this point Pharma is a sociopath." Not that he's trying to step on Rung's toes with that suspicion, "Or whatever you may classify him as. Theres a lot of proof stacked up he's being doing illegal and immoral things a long time and both high command and I are ... /very concerned/ about what may end up happening to Autobots sent here."

**Rung has posed:**
Rung's frown deepens, and he sighs. "It saddens me that the medical profession can fall victim to corruption and greed," he says softly. "May I have some time to think this over? And in the meanwhile, is there a way to transfer Deltaran psychiatric patients to a different facility?"

**Ratchet has posed:**
"Of course, take some time to think it over then get back to me once you decide." Ratchet shrugs, "I'm not sure if there are any special conditions that psychiatric patients have to undergo to be transferred, my knowledge starts to taper off beyond my medibay." Sorry. "I'm sure there is a proper method though."

**Rung has posed:**
Rung nods, sighing. "I'll double-check the procedure when I have a moment. It /shouldn't/ be too complicated, but if what you've told me about Deltaran is true..." He shakes his head. "I will try to get back to you with my decision as soon as I can. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet shakes his helm, "No, just let me know your decision." Ratchet gives him a nod, heads to the door, and looks back over his shoulder, "We would be glad to have you on the team, Rung." Then he leaves Rung to think.