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Nexus. A couch little ways from the sign. Furniture vengeance

Blackout finishes charging and unplugs herself from the sign, noting that the hole that Hormah made in it the other day is gone already without a trace.

Thinking of the hole reminds her of Ro-tor, which makes her chuckle as she remembers just how tanked nearly everyone at the Megastar was when they finished partaking of the gifts she'd brought them. Mega-octane had been oddly adorable as he cheerfully hummed to himself.

-Adorable.- She wanders away from the sign, absently kicking over a hot dog stand and shouldering aside a large Autobot on her way to a big couch she can see in the distance. As she goes she makes sure that Scorponok is happily doing something non-lethal, then lets her thoughts go to a certain black mech that she'd met a few weeks before.

-Yes, he is. But the dreams seem to have stopped. Probably just as well.-

Rumbling irritably, she settles onto the couch and leans back comfortably as she wishes, just a little bit.

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The big femme makes no response to Skywarp's hail. There's nothing there to respond.

And the newcomer goes 0_o as he watches the small one attack the couch.

Now that Scorponok's gone, Skywarp crouches by Blackout, scanning and examining her condition. The lack of response spells even more trouble.

Just what I need.

Meanwhile, the scorpion-bot scuttles up to the couch, springs on to look at his opponent-

And then sinks his tail into the centre of the cushions in a blur of sharp-edged death.

The new bot growls again as a cloud of gas envelopes the little one, then turns back to tilt his head quizzically at the dark one. Now he's looking at that.

Wait... now that he looks at that it kind of looks like somebody laying on their face, but there's no life sign.

Confused, unhappy beep is go.

Skywarp hears it, but he's more concerned with Blackout right now. There is no way he's going to let her die, especially if that'll be an escape for her. He has too many questions.

And if by some chance she isn't one of those behind this... he wants her dead even less.

With a grunt of effort, he turns her over to look more closely at her chest. He needs to see if there's anything in her shell to try and save, or if he's wasting his time with repairs.

Scorponok's shriek of rage changes abruptly... into a slightly different shriek of rage. More like a yowl, in fact.

He never did notice when he got downsized (if, indeed, he did get downsized: there's always the discomforting possibility of a universe populated by chibi Decepticons), but this he notices.

Because there is fuzz all over him.

"Gangway!" Hormah's spark is in her throat as she skids to a stop next to him on her knees. One glance to where a white former Autobot is standing next to a confused and disgruntled looking Blackout and then she lays a hand on her creator's chest and cuts loose with all the charge she's got.

Blackout's shell convulses as her spark form winces and wavers.

Skywarp shifts aside and watches. He has no idea what she's doing or what power she's using, but he can't do anything but accept it now. If the tank-bot can help, let her.

He glances at the other jet, making sure the newcomer doesn't try to leave.

And meanwhile Scorponok discovers many things. His claws, for example, are bent all the wrong way. His tail is more bendy than he remembers and his sensors are aligned all wrong. Some of them aren't working.

He's also missing a whole bunch of legs.

Convinced he's been severely damaged, he wriggles and flings himself off the couch with a squeal, twisting so he can dive underground. Somehow he ends up standing on the floor.

He makes a loud noise of complaint. It sounds like a meow.

The new bot is standing with a confused frown on his face as he looks from the empty bot on the floor to something that looks just like the empty bot that's standing over beside that other bot. Not only does that seem odd... but he can see things through those two bots.

Hormah mutters anxiously in quebecois French, and then lets rip another charge.

And the newcomer watches the two see through bots disappear. 0_o

Blackout convulses again, her engine coughing badly as she heaves. Thankfully her tank is already empty.

"(Easy,)" murmurs Hormah in Decepticon. "(Just lay back, Boss. We're here. You're safe.)"

Skywarp has no idea what the new guy's looking so perplexed about. The 'bot looks like he's just confused, full stop.

What Hormah's doing is more interesting. Blackout moves, and Skywarp is relieved to see she's alive.

For now, anyway. He leans back over her. "Glad to see you're still with us," he says with a bit of effort, then sits back, optics dimming. "I'm surprised she took it so hard." But she was closer to the source than me...

Blackout is awake! Or so it looks. Scorponok still can't get a link in, although now it's his equipment that isn't working.

But Blackout has moved, and Scorponok is still annoyed. He marches over to his partner, demanding attention with his 'damaged' vocaliser. Is Blackout repaired?

Blackout turns her face toward Skywarp's voice, her spark flickering feebly as she tries to find her link with Scorponok.

"She jes' got me th' same way, b'y," says Hormah absently, then switches back to Decepticon. "And her spark was damaged already from that fight with with that Oriana Pax."

She frowns as she sees Blackout's systems going into alert mode and then slipping toward stasis lock. "$#$%#$%#@ #$%#&#$ #$%#@$! Ye gotta PINpoint? I needs 'er to home NOW."

For a moment Skywarp's tempted to bring them back to his world, where he knows there are techs who can handle this. Not to mention that he'd be on his own territory, and he'd have plenty of security on hand, just in case...

But there isn't time. Make things any more complicated, and Blackout could die while he's explaining. "Yes, I've got one. You, get over here," he orders the nameless flier, taking hold of Blackout's arm.

Finally, Scorponok is close enough to spring up onto Blackout-

It's higher than he thought. He tries again, and scrambles onto her hand determinedly.

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