Nexus. Over on the 'edge of town'. Fallen

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Blackout comes online slowly and blinks up at the ceiling/sky, her senses screaming so loudly with pain that she's deaf to anything else. It takes her a moment to remember where she is, but then she recalls picking a fight with the femme Prime and winces.

-Note to self. Don't try to slag things you can't even touch.-

She turns her head with an effort, and is a little surprised to see a few pieces of her shell laying a short distance away from her. Then she notice the puddle that she's laying in and stares at it with morbid fascination.

-I'm slagging bleeding to death.-

She should be upset about that... right? Or someone should be.... She can't remember who, though.

-Tired. That's not good.-

The black femme tries to push herself up, only to discover to her utter shock that one of the bits of her that's laying over there is the arm that she needs to be able to sit up.

She blinks and tries to think of a solution to the problem, but then her head drops back to the beaten and soaked ground.

-Doesn't hurt anymore... not good.-

Her optics shutter.

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[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok is really not pleased.

He came when he knew Blackout was fighting, but by the time he crosses the Nexus and surfaces by his partner, it's over. The chibified scorpion hisses in fury as he smells the fluids around him - and he sees Blackout.

And some more Blackout, right behind him.

He gives an enraged, fearful sound like the battle-cry of a power drill and scuttles over to where most of Blackout is, climbing over the bigger Decepticon and seeking responses through the datalink. Blackout is alive - Blackout will respond?

[alterrainterror.livejournal.com]

Rollbar's not even sure why he's here this time, except that this bit of the Nexus is both unfamiliar and currently sitting where his favourite part of the Megastar was supposed to be. After chasing Autobots all day, that kind of shenanigan makes a 'con understandably ratty.

He steps through anyway, stamping along the buildings to see what the slag kind of place is getting in his way this time. He's not thinking much of it... and then he spots the big black wreck to his right. Hey, isn't that...?

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Behind him Blackout's systems suddenly whir to a stop as her spark vanishes.

And somewhere else the big Decepticon opens her eyes and looks around with a frown. -This isn't the Allspark.-

-No,- rumbles a deep voice as a human man with bright blue eyes and coffee and cream skin folds his arms to frown at her. -Because you're not dead. Yet.-

-Yet?- She sits up and gives him a dangerous look.

-You heard me. In a few minutes you'll be extinguished, no more, kaput.-

-That's supposed to bother me?- She scowls.

-Probably going to bother Scorponok and the kid.-

Blackout stops cold, her optics widening as she remembers. -Scorponok... I can't leave him again. I promised.-

-Right.- He smirks slightly.

The look she gives him could cut through four inch steel, but he doesn't flinch. -So who the slag are you?-

-This time? Maybe the guy who can keep you from breaking your promise.-

She wants to crush him like the sorry organic bug that he is. But something is telling her that what he's saying is true. -What's the price?-

-No more killing for the flonq of it. No more killing period unless I give word.-

Blackout snarls and nearly lunges at him, but then sits back nearly shaking with rage.

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok is going berserk. He can't get anything from Blackout! And the other Decepticon has gone! The little scorpion thrashes and shrieks as he storms across his partner's body. He's still trying to contact Blackout. And he wants to chase the green bot for running, but he can't leave Blackout.

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//What...?// Her optics unshutter, but there's no light in them.

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok peers at her face, tail lashing in uncertainty and fear - the closest he can come to true worry. He chitters in query. Blackout's optics are not working?

A moment or two later

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Blackout blinks as she realizes that she can see again, then gives an incoherent exclamation as she realizes that she's looking down at herself as the Commandos work on it. -What the #%$$%&! I'm not supposed to die!-

-You're not dead. Get back in your shell.-

She'd shake her head, but she's not sure she's got one at this moment. -What's that song?-

-Ignore it and get back in your shell.-

And at this moment the resident organic comes to investigate all the excitement, Ro-tor riding on her back under her folded wings.

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[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok's barely paying attention to his surroundings or the new noises. He's only concerned with what Blackout's doing.

...Like floating away. What? {{OO,,oo}}

The next night

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Liedherz crouches on the counter, 'watching' the beings on the worktable as a very wakeful Ro-tor hunkers next to her. Her gaze is very intent, and her ears are set back in a scowl.

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"They've been out of it a long time," Ro-tor says, tilting his head at them.

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"Scared of nothing. Haven't you noticed yet?" She rests her elbows on her knees and sets one wing down beside her, knowing that to do so with the one of Ro-tor's side would bring on absent protests at his escape rout being cut off.

Then she drops her voice. "She stood und vatched her Megatron die."

[namedbyothers.livejournal.com]

"What?" Ro-tor knows he should be quiet, but he can't help the way his voice rises in surprise and anger. He stares at Liedherz, eyes wide and posture tensing.

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"I told him." She stands and stretches, wings spreading wide as she does so.

[namedbyothers.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Ro-tor slumps slightly, staring at the keys, then trudges back far enough to get a good view of Blackout. He really hopes Mega-Octane gets here soon.

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She ignores him, instead calling softly through her link to try and wake Scorponok.

And Liedherz calmly shares it with Movor.

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok stirs and chitters, scuttling up to her chest to look at her.

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//NO!// Her optics flash. //Megatron is NOT the enemy. I'M the enemy!//

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok hisses, totally lost. Blackout cannot be the enemy! That is silly.

After all, Blackout is the one against whom Scorponok defines his enemies. You might as well claim that one is zero.

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She lets him be, focusing instead on data from the external sensors on the ship as she waits for Megatron's verdict.

[namedbyothers.livejournal.com]

Megatron, it seems, does not want Blackout's head. The order is transmitted over the Decepticon channel a couple of seconds before Armorhide comes in.

Ro-tor perks up and calls "Hey!" over to his team-mate. He gets a nod as Armorhide looks around before heading over to Blackout's table.

"I've gotta admit," the tank-bot says to her, "you've got some kinda luck, flyspark."

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"I can do it." She puts her ears back, but then flinches as Blackout loses the battle against not projecting her pain into her link with Scorponok.

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok squeals and flattens himself against Blackout, drawing stares from the fliers.

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Blackout nods slightly. "Scorponok is LOLd."

Then she frowns. "What is that other thing? Other than the strangest pet I've seen."

[namedbyothers.livejournal.com]

"A jumped-up ferret," Mega-Octane mutters darkly, drawing a 'heh' from Armorhide.

Ro-tor smirks as Movor heads over to the table. "It's a Schattenfeen. Someone bio-engineered it."

Movor peers at Scorponok. "Chibi, huh? That's gotta be fun."

Ro-tor huffs at that.

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Liedherz twitches an ear at him in acknowledgment as she says to Armorhide, "Likes mud, you mean."

[namedbyothers.livejournal.com]

"Likes rain," he says firmly. "Mud's just what happens when you like driving around in rain and fightin' in it better." He knows his partner.

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"Vait," says the winged woman. "Exchange the ends. Your connectors are different."

Then she perks an ear and mentally pokes Rollbar.

[alterrainterror.livejournal.com]

Mega-Octane pauses to make the adjustment, and continues. Damn foreign designs.

Rollbar's inside and on his way to shower off. //I hope you've got a good reason for this.//

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"No, only take two," she says, pointing an ear at him. "You don't like tummy aches."

"If she's got corrosive on her hands why isn't she screaming?" asks Blackout quietly.

[namedbyothers.livejournal.com]

"'Cause you're not corroding her well enough," Movor replies promptly.

"I'll need them later," Ro-tor's protesting - less because of a need for forward planning, admittedly, than a disinclination to admit he made a mistake, however small.

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"Sounds like a mech I used to know." Blackout's voice dips just a bit to a growl at memory of said mech.

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Rollbar leans against the table, watching her curiously. "Which one's that?"

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The winged woman gives him a look, her ears back in a scowl. "Mega-Octane didn't say I couldn't."

Blackout tries her voice and finds that it works. "I think that has something to do with my radio."

[alterrainterror.livejournal.com]

"Then I'll say it for him." Rollbar chuckles and slings her back into the air away from the table. The jeep-former glances at Mega-Octane, then nods at Armorhide - yes, he heard his partner, and he's going to oblige. He heads out the door to go and retrieve the rest of Blackout.

"Hrmm. Interesting." Mega-Octane turns back to working on it.

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"Just what I said." She looks at Scorponok and asks him what he did with all the little tiny bits he'd made of the hard drive.

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok doesn't really remember. They scattered everywhere so fast and he couldn't chase them all, and then the wind rose...

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"Bonecrusher is," she says impassively, letting Scorponok go for a moment. "That's someone else. If it lives."

[alterrainterror.livejournal.com]

"He'll live, I reckon, he's just not doin' much else." Rollbar waves at him. "What'd you do?"

"Destroyed his processor," Armorhide says. The newly-arrived 'cons start and stare, Ro-tor's vital signs spiking.

Movor blinks. "Are you serious?"