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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[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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Blackout is alive, but Blackout's response is weak and wordless, unfocused. Her head moves slightly, only a twitch as something shuts down inside the gaping rent in her torso that bisects her chest cannon.

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok clicks in displeasure, tail jerking. Blackout must be fixed!

And then he turns to face the approaching 'bot, and hiss at him warningly, claws spinning.

[alterrainterror.livejournal.com]

Rollbar stops, eyeing the little Decepticon. He moves around the fallen Blackout, frowning at her damages. “What the Pit happened to you?”

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Scorponok is angry... her optics unshutter with an effort and stare blankly upward for a moment before turning toward Rollbar's voice.

~Ours~, she wordlessly reminds her symbiont. Rollbar's reply takes a little more effort, and is nearly too staticy to make out. //Prime....//

Something sparks and starts smoking.

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok lowers his claws and backs down, still wary. But Blackout is hurt...

He chitters demandingly at the other bot. Blackout must be fixed!

[alterrainterror.livejournal.com]

Rollbar’s expression shifts to angry at Blackout’s response. Bad enough a Prime exists. Causing trouble for Decepticons just compounds the offence.

He’s not actually thinking like that, of course. All he’s aware of, as he moves closer to see if he can stop that leaking and keep the other ‘con online, is that he’s really slagging mad right now. And he hates Primes.

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Starting to hurt again... a little. But things feel far away, and she's having trouble again remembering who'd be upset if she shuttered her optics and rested here.

And in his own reality a certain human telepath looks to his teletechnic friend and receives a nod. It's nearly time to talk to their target.

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok demands a response as Blackout's information starts to taper off. The other bot must work faster!

[alterrainterror.livejournal.com]

Rollbar’s tying off lines and trying to keep her here long enough for him to get some help. This day’s sucked enough without randomly dying Decepticons in the basement.

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There is no response, and that constant feel of her presence starts to fade.

Something else sparks, and then blows up in Rollbar's face, melting things nearby and breaking open new leaks. Blackout's spark flickers.

And time is go. -Blackout.-

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok hisses, tail and pincers lashing violently. He scuttles over to direct a stream of furious noises at Rollbar.

[alterrainterror.livejournal.com]

The jeep-former ignores him, working even faster. He’s pretty sure this is a losing battle, though, and as soon as the main leaks are sealed, he turns and tears back to his portal, ready to contact the others and get someone who knows about repairs.