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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Blackout looks at the LOL'd mech and lifts a brow ridge. "What are Predacons?"

Liedherz just snorts and tells Ro-tor, "Shut the panel."

Ro-tor closes it up and turns to Blackout. "Dumb goons who're working for Megatron too. But they're wimps."

Less so than the Decepticons like to think they are. After all, the Commandos tend to gloss over little things like experience...

The big femme frowns. "Things are a lot different than they are...were... where I come from."

Liedherz gives her a look as she pops back up on the worktable. "So?"

"What do you mean, 'different'?" Movor eyes her, wondering if that's supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing. On his shoulder, Ro-tor reluctantly pulls down his mask and munches one of the stick things (eww, dead fleshy) and watches curiously.

Mega-Octane and Armorhide are busy working, but that doesn;t mean they're not listening...

"Just different." She looks at Ro-tor, remembering the time Scorponok had tried eating a mechanical mouse after four hours of chasing the thing around.

Liedherz perk, then vanishes, and from the hall on the other side of the door comes the sound of Predacon grief.

That'll be the last time Darkscream takes it upon himself to spy for Sky-byte again.

Ro-tor shrinks back slightly behind Movor's head and eats faster as he's watched. He's still embarrassed about it, and everything else that points out his condition.

The shuttle-bot himself is watching Blackout. "How come?" Nosy, this one.

"What was that?" Blackout frowns, then starts and looks pleased as her hand curls.

Ro-tor finishes his lunch and shoves the wrappers in his pocket.

"Yeah, don't want to leave those lying around," Movor notes to him. "It'd set Scourge off if he found 'em..."

"Motor relay," Mega-Octane grunts. Behind him, the door slides open and Rollbar strolls in, Liedherz on his shoulder, freshly washed and smelling of steam.

"-the paint there, I just washed," he's complaining to the organic, brushing at her with one hand. He looks round and catches sight of Blackout, then smiles slightly and heads over. "Hey, you're back."

"I meant the sounds...." Blackout breaks off to brighten slightly at sight of her young friend. "Yes."

Then she blinks as Liedherz mutters, but only catches the name that Movor just mentioned. "Who's Scourge?"

Mega-Octane doesn't shift his gaze, but his visor brightens. Rollbar smirks. "He's our leader."

"Big black truck-former," Movor says. "Don't get on his circuits if you want to keep yours. Believe me, when he's in a bad mood, people know about it."

"Yeah, you would say that," Armorhide snorts from across the table.

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