Idiosynthesize

First Aid looked over his new team, worried and uncertain how he could have been put into a situation like this. The only reason he had even chosen a side at all was out of necessity. Without supplies, the neutral hospitals had all shut down and First Aid couldn't not work on those in need.

And now here he was, a committed pacifist in an Autobot special team and what did he have? A gung-ho search and rescue commander, an overly aggressive helo and a police interceptor careerist. The only one First Aid hadn't heard anything about was the hovercyle, Groove.

"Hey there, First Aid," Groove greeted him with a congenial smile, "Blades told me you refuse to carry a weapon."

With his frown hidden beneath his mask, First Aid hoped he didn't have to fight the same argument he'd just gotten over with Blades. "That's right."

"Good for you." First Aid thought his systems hitched, but Groove continued right on. "Wish I had as much strength in my convictions." He smiled warmly at First Aid and told him, "It's a brave thing for you to stick with, especially in this time and age. Don't let anyone tell you different."

First Aid smiled back and was grateful to have Groove on his team.