Armada-'verse. Cyberton. Wishes in the night.

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Nightwish blinks as she comes back online, and then quirks a slight grin as she realizes that she's laying on the floor in her quarters, in her favorite place partially underneath her berth. -I made it home. Bonus.-

Then she lifts her head to looks at the tiny being sheltered in the curve of her body, one long finger tracing gently along his helm as she remembers how many times she'd had to rescue him from walking over the edge of the bar the night before. "Hey, 'Clash are you awake yet?"

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"Yeah. I'm fine." She turns her head and groans slightly. "Here's the Minicon Emergency Team."

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"You sound like you could use something in your tanks." He turns to see Makeshift streak straight for Nightwish's remains. Thunderclash flies in the same direction, passing Prowl as the investigator begins examining the area.

He comes to a stop over the slagged Decepticon, feeling a twinge of disgust at the sight. He's seen worse corpses, but there's something uniquely pathetic about the shapeless mass that's become of this one. You'd hardly know it was a body.

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Except for that very faint, very brief flicker of an energy signature....

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Thunderclash freezes. Then darts down, ready to cut into the melted armour if he has to. Makeshift isn't quite here yet, and if some of her systems are still functional in there...

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The flicker comes again, fainter still. Beneath the foam sprayed on the slagged mess to cool it off there's a small crack caused by that cooling, and it's from there that the tiny traces of life are coming through.

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Thunderclash drops beside it, pulling an energy knife from subspace. He was smart enough to get one a long time ago - you never know when you're going to need an edge.

He starts cutting into the metal, breaking off slagged and fractured pieces and throwing them aside.

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"Hey! What are you doing?" demands the young Autobot, striding toward him.

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Thunderclash slings a lump her way. "There's something left. Makeshift, get over here!"

He hears the thump of rotors as the medic abandons whoever he was talking to and flies over to scan Nightwish.

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She dodges the lump and puts down a hand to catch him. "There's no way anyone could live through that. The heat's gotten to your sensors, let me get you out of here."

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Thunderclash whistles derisively and throws another couple of chunks at her head to keep her busy. "Don't try telling me what a 'Con can live through."

"Move back." Makeshift... has a very big buzzsaw there.

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She blinks with confusion and backs away, calling for her supervisor.

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Thuderclash obeys the order, backing away and circling around so he can watch Makeshift and the Autobot at the same time. He still has his knife in his hand, as if that would do any real damage to a live 'bot.

And Makeshift brings the saw online and down into the dead and melted layers of Nightwish's shell, scanning carefully so that he can stop short of living systems.