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

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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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"(No, leave him with me.)" She gets to her feet. "(You have the coordinates for our base, then?)"

And the new bot's just standing there and looking attentively blank.

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"I remember," he says, and PINs out, damaged 'copter and all. He's got no guarantee Hormah will follow with the stranger... but in that case, he has a weakened Blackout to work with. The tank-bot's attempts to save her have told Skywarp one thing: she's not expendable in Hormah's optics.

He gathers himself as he feels the floor again, abruptly realising that this would be a slagging good opportunity for an ambush. Exhausted as he is, he's crouched and scanning in an instant. Should have thought of that first...

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Static comes from Blackout as she moves slightly and tries to speak, the sounds echoing slightly in the empty cavern. Optics flickering, she shudders slightly and tries again. "Scor... po... nok...."

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

Satisfied no-one's waiting for them, Skywarp straightens slowly and looks at Blackout, frowning. Then he follows a small, organic sound to the cat picking its way onto her shoulder.

He blinks. Thinks of the couch. And meanwhile, the little furball starts rubbing its cheek against Blackout's.

"He's here... I think."

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She searches the com frequencies, managing to weakly poke Skywarp in the CPU in the process. Gaining no response, she shutters her optics and teeters on the edge of shock.

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"Blackout?" He flinches slightly at the poke, then strides over and kneels beside her. Guessing her condition, he claps a hand on her shoulder and says firmly, "Report."

It's not exactly affectionate, but he's aiming for effective.

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The black femme flinches and struggles to comply, but she's just too weak; her systems under too much strain.

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Skywarp waits a moment, then issues an over-the-com status request.

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Her reply is barely coherent, but based on the figures she's trying to transmit it's a miracle she's talking at all. Her vorns long battle will be ending in a few moments unless something's done to support and stabilize her failing systems.

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Skywarp growls. There's still no sign of the other 'bots. He starts opening panels, ignoring the hissing organic and trying to get Blackout stable.

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There's a sudden flash, and then a repair bay quality life support system clatters down beside him.

"(You slagging idiot! If you've broken that I'll use YOU for spare parts!)" shouts Hormah from where she's standing with an armload of crates and boxes. Scarecrow stands behind her similarly laden.

"(You only told me Blackout needed it!)" retorts the new bot angrily. "(I can't follow orders I'm not given!)"

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"Quiet," Skywarp snaps, spinning and rising, sword drawn. "If Blackout goes offline I'll have to interrogate you, so you'd better fix her fast."

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"Sheeya, whatever." Hormah sets down her load, exposing the name of a well-known Cybertronian medical supply firm on several of them as she does so, and then steps forward to grab the life support and start to hook it up. "If it weren't fer yer slaggin' glitch 'o a creation she wouldn' be in this $%#@$@ shape, b'y."

Said creation looks like he's been kicked in the head.

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

It's not exactly a revelation. He's suspected who the flier is, and after Hormah's earlier mention of her origin... well, it fits. Skywarp's gaze flicks to the nameless jet, noting the damage for a second.

"Am I supposed to care about that? Just repair her."