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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Moments pass.

And then suddenly Blackout's engine coughs.

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Scorponok freezes, then scuttles up to Blackout's face, chittering with mad hope.

[alterrainterror.livejournal.com]

Rollbar jerks, then stares. "What the slag-"

Armorhide doesn't stop to shrug. He's already moving to lift her. "You want to get her fixed or not? Give me a hand."

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It coughs again, followed by a faint groan of pain.

Her spark is there, strong and steady... and feeling every bit of damage and pain. And as much as she longs for the oblivion of going offline, it's not happening.

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok clings as the other bots lift Blackout, not concerned with them now. Blackout is awake?

[alterrainterror.livejournal.com]

"Well, 'least she's alive," Rollbar observes. Even minus chunks, Blackout's far bigger than either him or Armorhide. She's going to be half-dragged along, at least until they get some reinforcements.

"Yeah. We'll see how long that lasts." Armorhide kicks a piece of scrap out of the way.

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Blackout is awake. Blackout is hurting.

And as she's dragged the pain flares and floods even her link so that Scorponok gets it too.

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok hisses and scuttles up to lash at the nearest Decepticon with his tail.

[alterrainterror.livejournal.com]

Armorhide just snorts at him and hauls Blackout into the Megastar. Down on this level the smell's not great, and the floor's not entirely clean. Otherwise, the dark and oddly-shaped interior is much like the rest of the ship.

"Must be their connection," Rollbar suggests.

"Like I care." There's an elevator ahead. Armorhide leads them towards it.

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//Roll....// The channel dissolves into static for a moment. //...bar?//

[bitty-blender.livejournal.com]

Scorponok settles back, clicking menacingly at the other ones. Expereince suggests they might be helping or they might be a threat: all he does now is watch and wait.

[alterrainterror.livejournal.com]

Rollbar gives the bigger Decepticon a curious look as they lower her onto the floor, Armorhide moving over and punching in the level they want. //That's me.//