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

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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//Hauling you up to get repaired,// Rollbar tells her, relaying the conversation to Armorhide. The tank-bot is looking past Scorponok at her darkened optics with a slightly narrowed visor. He's also making 'hrmmm'ing sounds.

Not working. Too much is not working. By rights her spark shouldn't be working, but she can't relay that to Scorponok even if she could make him understand.

//Pain... hurting... Scorpon... nok?// The shutters fall over her optics again as she clenches them against the sensations screaming through her damaged neural net.

Scorponok crouches low against her armour, hissing at the sensations he's getting. From time to time his tail lashes violently.

Rollbar looks down at him. //Sounds like it.// They stop rising, the door slides open, and Blackout's being dragged again. The floor is about the only even surface on the Megastar, but that's likely to be small comfort.

Small comfort indeed, she twists involuntarily, something blowing out in a spectacular blast of noise and light. But still her spark burns steadily.

And back in that other reality the teletechnic holding it pales and grips the arms of his chair to keep from falling.

Scorponok makes a high-pitched, distressed sound in pain and fear.

Rollbar swears as the component blows out, but he quickens his pace at the same time as Armorhide. It's not that far to the repair bay, but it seems further than usual right now...

To Blackout, it might seem to go on forever, the smooth surface slipping and dragging beneath her, and the unhappy sounds from Scorponok, and the other Decepticons' footfalls. And then at last there's the low hiss of an opening door, the edges scraping her shoulders as they bring her through.

The low whine that comes from her as they go through the door is totally involuntary, some warning from yet another failing system.

And she's leaking again.

Scorponok chitters at the whine. He dislikes the sounds Blackout is making almost as much as the input he's getting from her.

Armorhide growls as he spots the leaking and lowers his share of her weight to the ground, moving over to put a stop to it. Rollbar turns to the other bot waiting for them.

"Wonderful," Mega-Octane says, leaning over Blackout. He, too, had other plans, it seems. Unlike the others, he has the privilege of expressing his disgruntlement. "Another outsider."

"Says she was fighting a Prime," Armorhide says without looking up. "And I coulda sworn she was gone for a while back there."

"Well, she's here now," Rollbar shrugs, watching their boss.

"Unfortunately for my schedule," Mega-Octane mutters, waving the jeep-former to bring his tools before he bends to lift Blackout onto a worktable. It's lucky this place was meant to accommodate Megatron.

Something else blows then, and Blackout keens as her remaining hand clenches and then falls limp. Her optics unshutter again as warnings scroll across her inner screens. And then abruptly all feedback from her link with Scorponok ceases again as something overheats in her CPU.

But still her spark burns steadily.

Scorponok hisses frantically, trying to re-establish contact. Blackout is alive - not anwering, but alive!

Mega-Octane glares at the damage and sets about putting Blackout into stasis, then getting down to the repairs. He's giving the others directions, verbally or otherwise, though only Armorhide really knows about fixing things and he's far from a medic. Mega-Octane isn't a trained medic, either, of course. He's just the closest thing they've got.

Blackout's virtually slagged, and even the immediately necessary repairs are going to take a while. The Decepticons work fast, not from expertise but from necessity.

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

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