Helter-skelter 'verse. Medbay. Waking.

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It's a few days since the two newest residents of the Autobot base were brought back. Galvatron and Cho have been moved from the medbay to a room near Perceptor's, and now the medbay is silent except for the soft, steady beeping of life support systems.

And then the beeping is replaced by alarms.

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Perceptor had been working on cataloging some of his data when his attention was drawn by the alarms going off in the medbay. The scientist hurried to the medbay, concerned.

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The silver femme is sitting up, her very pale optics wide with confusion and fear as she looks up from the wires that she's just pulled from her chassis.

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Perceptor seems quite surprised to see the silver femme sitting up. "Are you alright?" Concern tinges his voice and shows clearly in his optics.

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She flinches at the sound of his voice, as she's flinching away from the alarms. There's nothing in her actions to suggest that she understands that the words are even meant to have meaning.

She's a full grown femme, but right now her processor is cleaner than a sparklet's.

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Perceptor frowns, hesitating to move closer, lest he startle the poor femme. He keeps his tone soft and gentle, accessing the files he has from when he raised Showtime, "Everything is going to be okay...My name is Perceptor...I'd like to help you, if you'll allow me to..."

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From her expression, and from the amount of activity in her processor, it's very safe to say that she doesn't know anything.

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Perceptor frowns, considering what to do next. He also wondered whether the femme's landing had damaged her processor in some way. Eyeing the energon goodie, he held it up so the femme could see it, and possibly catch a whif of the scent, before he offered it to her again, with a gentle, "You're safe now...I promise, everything will be alright..."

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She gives another soft electronic whimper and puts her hands to her head, then frowns and starts to trace the scars from Perceptor's repair work with her fingers.

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Perceptor nods a bit, not sure if the femme is paying attention, and replies softly, "Your processor was damaged from when you crashed...I repaired what I could..."

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"Hey." Clarion looks up from where she's hiding in a corner by herself. "There you are. How're you doing?"

The silver femme looks back at her, no recognition whatsoever showing on her face plate.


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Perceptor is surprised momentarily, but his surprise quickly gives way to cheerfulness, "It's good to see you, Miss..." He gently moves to guide the silver femme to a chair so he can go get her some energon.

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"Clarion." She holds a hand over her chest plate, hiding the painted over Autobrand. "...She doesn't remember me."

The silver femme lets him do as he will, though when he moves away she makes a small sound of distress.

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Perceptor nods, before quickly going to get the silver femme, Clarion, and himself some mid grade energon. He returns quickly, offering Clarion one of the cubes, before gently trying to get the silver femme's attention. "I fear her memory files may be completely gone...Along with most of her core programming..."

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Kia blinks, then flails as her drinking pump kicks in automatically and she tastes the fuel.

"Whoa," says Clarion, her optics wide.

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Perceptor makes a soothing noise, tipping the cube back so the fuel doesn't go in too quickly.

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The silver femme tries to pull away, but then registers that she wants this taste and this stuff and calms.

"I... gotta go." Clarion sets her own still mostly full cube down and stands, her mouthplates working slightly as she tries not to cry.

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Perceptor continues to make the soothing sounds, again gently putting the edge of the cube to Kia's lips. Clarion's distress does not go unnoticed, however, as the scientist comms her.

/Perhaps you should assist her as well? I believe it would not only be beneficial to her, but to you as well.../

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The silver femme whimpers and shakes a bit, trying to understand what just happened and cringing away from the strange thing that's reaching toward her.

Optimus notices this and quickly takes his hand away, rumbling a soft apology.

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Perceptor begins making soothing noises, including a few clicks and soft chirps as he carefully checks Kia over for damage. While he's doing that, he's also conversing over comms with Ratchet, and explaining why there's nobody in the medbay at the moment. The scientist glances at Optimus, "Ratchet will be here shortly..."

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Kia leans against the red mech wearily, her optic shutters drooping as her hand goes up to once more explore her scars.

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Perceptor continues to make soothing sounds, before reaching to gently rub Kia's back.

Moments later, Ratchet enters the common room, and nods at Optimus.

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//Let me see if I can ask Clarion.// Optimus tilts his head slightly and comms the white femme.

Kia, meanwhile starts suddenly, but then goes limp again without waking.

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Perceptor nods a bit, before his attention goes to Kia, and he resumes making soothing noises and quiet clicks.

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//Clarion says that she was very expressive despite the damage that took out her communications systems, and the she seemed a quiet and scientific minded sort,// reports Optimus, looking from Ratchet to Perceptor.

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Ratchet nods, as does Perceptor. Ratchet appears to be making mental notes about what all still needs to be done, at least until Perceptor moves to gently and carefully transfer Kia to his arms.