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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Scorponok stops staring at the spark to chitter at it in surprise and reproach. Blackout must get back down here!

"What?" Ro-tor's craning his neck, but he can't see anything except the big black mass on the worktable, and the other 'cons.

"Not yet," Mega-Octane snaps. It sounds like a warning, though to whom is debatable. He moves to catch the spark and push it back down into the shell.

She sees his hands coming and tries to duck away, but is soon caught.

-Asdfghjkl! Bad touch!- the big green mech hears a shocked and discomfited voice quite distinctly in his mind.

Liedherz twitches at that and puts her ears back.

Scorponok cocks his head as the stranger catches Blackout, chittering in disapproval. He's not sure who it's directed to, just that he disapproves of this.

Mega-Octane frowns, but doesn't hesitate in manoeuvring the spark back into her shell. He's perfectly used to close contact, mental and otherwise. "Then stay there."

Ro-tor leans further over Liedherz's shoulder, his altered voice piping up. "What's going on? Who's he talking to?"

Rollbar responds with a brief gesture towards Blackout. It doesn't clear things up much.

"He's talking to a spark that just came from that shell," says Liedherz, pondering what she's just heard from that spark through Mega-Octane's processor.

-Noisy! Slag.- Blackout reels dizzily, then sighs as she comes to rest in her casing again and finally fades from consciousness.

Scorponok settles a bit as Blackout is returned safely. That's better...

"Huh?" Ro-tor frowns. "I don't see anything."

Mega-Octane gives a short nod as he sees the spark back in, then starts fixing the shell around it, so it won't try to go AWOL again.

"Neither do I," says Liedherz with perfect deadpan.

Then she looks around. "You need fuel again. Come on, ve can come back later."

Scorponok is silent, now, watching the strangers work and making sure Blackout isn't hurt any more.

Ro-tor smirks at the joke, then grumbles at the thought of leaving. "Fine. But we'll come back here straight after." He doesn't want to miss anything.

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