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There was a moment, when Kup and the Wreckers stepped off the Xantium, when Ratchet didn't recognize him. He watched the calculation--new recruit, needs a medical workup, ping for identifiers--and the instant he realized that he knew that ident code was obvious.
Kup didn't even get to introduce him before Ratchet was rushing forward and grabbing his hands. "Drift?!"
"Hey, doc." He smiled, and if he sounded a little bit like Deadlock still when he said 'doc' it obviously didn't bother Ratchet at all.
"Primus, Drift, how?"
Drift smiled. "It's a long story. I'll tell you, after you've looked over Perceptor, okay?"
"Yeah, all right." Ratchet squeezed his hands. "But make sure you get some real fuel. I don't know what they were giving you before, but it wasn't enough. You're brittle."