The Nexus. Empty warhouse. Big fixit job.

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Uzulee has come to sit on the doorstep of the human size door while she waits for Cureall to come. The small human's face is streaked with oil and grime, and she's looking unwontedly serious. Her mind is busy with prayer, both for help with the job that needs doing, and just for the two 'Bots that she's been trying to repair for the past few days.

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"It worked," he retorts gruffly. "Better than letting things hang out."

Bumblebee squeaks at him, then groans and nods to Cureall.

Ironhide's optics darken like a man closing his eyes. "(I'm sorry, youngling. You never deserved any of this.)"

Bumblebee pats him on the foot.

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Cureall nods and gently lifts up Bee's arm to inject a small amount of chemichals into the yellow bot's arm.

"She'll be alright now."

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Ironhide watches with concern as Bumblebee seems to sigh, her optic darkening as she relaxes.

Then he scans the area one more time, checking for danger and to be sure that the shield generators that Uzulee set around the warehouse are still in place and running before he finally lets himself settle to the floor with a sigh and an alarming groaning of damaged metal. "Good."

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"I can't replace the optic," She says in all seriousness and business. "But the other injuries are a easy enough. Have enough parts an medisteel to keep her going. She will heal on her own until you can get her to a high level surgeon. But I can make her mobile and pain free. Uzulee hasone an excellent job getting her out of the woods."