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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"He is," says Liedherz, ears perked as she examines the insensate shell.

They look at each other, trying to get a fix on their reactions and how they're supposed to take it. For the most part, Rollbar and Movor react like their team-mates...

"That's the creepiest thing I've ever seen." Movor looks from Bonecrusher to Blackout, impressed and wary at the same time. The mix of emotions they're feeling is the same - they're just geared a little more to expressing certain ones. Movor's a little more sensitive to the 'gross!' reaction; Rollbar seems to have a little less fear for the same amount of respect.

Ro-tor stares at Blackout for a long moment, surprised she actually did that, his full reaction invisible beneath a blank face and an organic shell. Then he returns to investigating Bonecrusher, scrambling over the unfortunate 'bot with redoubled interest. "What're we going to do with him?"

"Spare parts?"

"He's got a spark," Ro-tor points out, pausing to give Blackout an indignant look.

"You see anyone needing one of those?" Movor adds.

"He's almost a full Transformer." Rollbar leans against the wall and muses. "If you replaced his processor..."

"Yeah," agrees Movor, visor brightening as he runs a hand over Bonecrusher's shell. "If we could reprogram him our way..."

"Do you actually know enough to be able to do that?" asks Liedherz, hopping over to the shuttle's shoulder.

Blackout's lost interest, and is watching the reassembly of her severed arm.

Movor smirks, his hand resting on the shell. "Megatron does." He programmed them, after all.

Armorhide's piecing the limb back together, visor narrowed in concentration.

"Ah, ja, that's true." She looks around, then loses interest in all projects and goes to work with the computer.

Blackout watches for a moment more, then rumbles and shutters her optics as her fingers close around her symbiont. //Blackout rests.//

Scorponok gives a chitter of agreement and settles in her hand, systems running down their activity.

Ro-tor balances on top of not!Bonecrusher and grins at the others. This guy's design is as interesting as Blackout's. "So, can we keep him?" Rollbar chuckles and turns to watch Blackout's repairs.

Mega-Octane just dims his visor for a moment, and keeps working. Finish this, and soon they'll have a chance to do some real work.

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

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