(O/c) coloured optics online once more after his stasis nap. His cooling systems kicking in for a moment, then going quiet. It's function doing it's job of cooling his heated frame. Having his recharge interrupted by false energon signals was enough. But now his naps would soon not be enough, what has this planet come to? The Old (a/c) mech sighed softly. Memories of his life before the war were usually a pleasant trip. Now they were soiled by One particular one. The old memory always brought waves of shallowed pain. He blinked a few times to ensure his systems were still functional and shifted his servo over to the edge of the berth he laid on. His alt's blades were uncomfortably stiff from being pinned under for so long.

His servo provided support as the mech pushed himself up off the berth and hung his peds over it's edge. (Y/n) leaned one of his elbow joins onto his thigh and vented again. Running his hand over his faceplate in thought and grunted. The other servo still gripped the bed's edge. Heli-blade's center connection popped out from it's back location to better allow spacing and flexing of his flight instrument. (y/n) needed to remind himself to transform more often. Stiff T-cogs were never a good thing. He had wondered if resting in his Helicopter form would help. A single Ha escaped his demata at the thought.

Said medic then decided to just make another to-do list for the day. Just like yesterday. Starting with some transforming exercising. After stretching and checking over himself. But also after some energon first. Then a basic health scan of his internals.

"6am Earth time? Sounds about right." Old bot (Y/n) murmured with a slight chuckle and a slight smile. He needed to do more earth study anyway. The joined servo fell down to rub it's neck cabling, shoulders going into a slump. He may be alone down here, but laying around while their energon stores slipped away was far from ideal. Admittedly they didn't need all the energon he's collected so far. But it did go towards his personal ground-bridge generator. Making a similar one for personal use.

(Y/n)'s thoughts continued to jump from topic to topic and various things as he got up from his berth and headed out the door. His path to his place's main room wasn't anything special. Ah who was he kidding. He built the place himself. Kind of anyway. There was quite a lot of rooms in his underground bunker he called home. There for, another task was added to his growing list. exploration of the bunker. If memory still served him correctly, his bunker used to be a human installation. One room was the common area, then from there was the hallway. From that, it branched out into various, spacious rooms. Most likely storing their own set items each. However long ago it was, some things were left behind. Some of which he was able to turn into usable equipment.

Enough if that though, far more important things were ahead of said medic. Like his computer that was relocated from his crashed ship, to it's permanent location. Heading over to the sounding system, their servo reached out and grabbed a ration of energon on a passing medical bench. Opening the cube, he sipped on the glowing blue cube and turned his attention to the blipping screen. (Y/n) rose an optic ridge in question and studied the anomaly. Still drinking his drink. Their (o/c) optics blinked closed to concentrate on the distilled substance. Gulping the rest down his throat pipes, they placed the now empty cube aside the computer and focused on the blip.

Cybertronian glyphs appeared and vanished with each digital key press. They added up to the simple command of gathering scan data and the obvious, locational data. If scans prove his idea right, it would give him more of a reason to just fly to the location. Rather then taking the easy route of ground-bridge transport. One shouldn't abuse their equipment, less they want to be caught out. The thought of flying more was quite a nice thought. Spinning blades would take him up, then semi-shifting his frame into jet propelled flight was uncommon on cybertron. You were either a jet, or a grounder. Though the helicopter form wasn't uncommon either, most were criticized for false flight.

Luckily for this medical elder, (y/n) couldn't have cared less. If they wanted him to change forms, he's say no. They really didn't care what others thought of the mecha. His duty was to save sparks, vehicle form opinions be fragged. Besides, the added blades doubled as weapons or medical equipment if ever necessary.

Helicopter blades rotated out from it's folded position and a vent was sighed. (O/c) optics looked back up at the computer's screen when it sounded with a stronger signal. Information from the environmental scans come back positive. It was definitely what he theorized it to be.

Energon, a sizable deposit too. Perhaps the list and daily training can wait. Just because the bot had no patients, didn't mean he couldn't stockpile for an emergency. And such an event tended to happen without warning.

(Y/n) huffed at the idea. All his time as a higher ranked medic had taught him to never underestimate any detail of a given area. Thinking of that, the thick Mech was reminded of another medic he took in.

"No, not now. He's safe. No need to think about that." The doctor lightly shook those drifting thought away. 'I'm distracting myself.' He told himself. Setting a curled servo to his chin while tilting his his helm. (Y/n) thought more on the energon discovery. If he didn't, the Decepticons would get to it. But then what if they already did. Setting a trap set to blow for either him or any possible Autobot, if they were even on Earth.

But if he did, the extra energon would be stored away in the event of meeting Autobots. If it wasn't needed by him, of course. For it being a trap, even an explosion that size, his shielding should be able to handle the minority of it. Givin' if he got far enough away from the source.

As humans say; Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

Heli-bot wasn't impressed with the presented idea of this all. As strong as his old joints, as accurate as he was, the Doc-bot was just that at the end of any cycle. Just a Medic. He knew this, but never accepting it. He never could let himself lie down, now could he? Such a stubborn mech he was and still is.

Thoughts of what to do finally came to it's conclusion, (Y/n) was going to go and gather what he could. Or at the very least, make sure it wasn't a trap. More field research would do him some good anyway. 90% of medics he worked with and around, tend to not give themselves time.

With a new mission set, (Y/n) went about to gather any other equipment needed for this. Which wasn't much. He had his energon scanner build into his forearm and his alt's blades doubled as energon blades for cutting both bots and raw energon. Over-preparation can be both a blessing and a curse.

Doc-bot headed back to towards the computer and gave attention to the groundbridge controls near the main structure. Recalling the coordinates, Medic (Y/n) imported them and activated his transport. The mech popped open a panel on his arm to ensure remote connection to the swirling ground-bridge. With a satisfied nod, happy with the portal's vitals. The mech turned and headed through the ground-bridge.