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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"And what is your status?" Mega-Octane looks up from the scanner at her. He glances aside for a moment. "He's just above your knee," he says, then turns his attention back to the readout.

Ro-tor settles on Movor's shoulder, already murmuring to the shuttle-former about Blackout. Movor's visor brightens sharply.

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"Online?" She tries to move her remaining arm and finds that she can only clench her hand. Disappointment at not being able to pick Scorponok up makes her scowl at the ceiling.

And Liedherz is watching again.

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"Hrm." He can see what's operational now, and doesn't bother to ask further. "We'll need some more time to get you fully operational."

Movor looks from Ro-tor to Blackout, processing what he's been told, about to pass it on to their boss.

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"You might want to just save your time," she says flatly.

Liedherz starts slightly.

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Mega-Octane pauses to stare at her; the fliers look around sharply as Movor updates their boss. His visor brightens abruptly, and for a few seconds he stares at Blackout.

"I see," he says coldly, stiffly. "We'll just have to see what Megatron thinks of that, won't we?"

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She looks him right in the optic and nods, owning up to her crime and accepting her fate.

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Mega-Octane eyes her for a minute, partly wondering if she's serious. Then he turns and heads out, tucking the scanner away. "You keep a sensor on her while I inform Megatron," he says over his shoulder to Movor.

The shuttle-former takes up position by the door, the two organics still on his shoulder, his gaze on Blackout.