Nexus; Canyons east of the Sign; Wheeljack to the Rescue!

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Wheeljack did not like this. He did not like this one bit. If he had his way, he would not be following these two Decepticons to Primus only knows where for Primus only knows what reason. Acorna, on the other hand, insisted, and when the Linyaari woman insists...

Well, she was both stubborn and persuasive, not to mention used to getting her way.

He only hoped that he could get her out of danger in time if this were to go sour.

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"All our lives, b'y. We was sparked here." Hormah pauses to contemplate the pile of supplies that she'd brought for the two travelers. "Who's fer carryin' t'is?"

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Wheeljack sighs. "I'll take it." He picks up the supplies easily and subspaces them.

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There's a moments silence as she contemplates this, and then sighs. "Still wishin' I wound up w' t'at. Slaggin' handy t'ing."

"You didn't?" Requiem pauses in gently poking at Scarecrow to blink at her.

"Ye t'inks I was makin' ye carry it all jes' t' be mean... don't @#%$@#$@ answer t'at." She deedlebeeps at him, and then turns and starts walking homeward. It would be quicker and easier if they flew, but she didn't want to push the Autobot. Her strides are quick, and they soon leave the populated part of the Nexus behind.

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After walking in relative silence for a few moments, Acorna asks, "Who exactly are you taking us to see?"

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The little femme's expression goes thoughtful. "Most can't hear machines, b'y. I knows one other as can, but she don't hear squishies... organics."

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"I've been able to communicate with plants before. Hearing a fully sentient being, robotic or otherwise, isn't that outlandish."

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Hormah's silent as she leads them over the dry riverbed at the bottom of the canyon, one hand reaching out to trail her fingers along the right hand wall as the trail moves close to it.

"When we gits there ye might not hear anythin' from Blackout. She's alive, we knows that. But she's... travelin' right now. Her mind's abroad 'o her shell," she says at last, quietly. She's trying to hold in the worry that comes up when she thinks of that.

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"I... see. If you'd like, I can try to call her back."

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"Few miles." She shoots him a frown. "If ye could fly we'da ben there already, b'y."

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"Well if it's speed you need," Wheeljack sets Acorna down and transforms, "I'm one of the fastest Autobots out there."

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"This ain't no topped road." Hormah stops to frown at him. "'N bustin' yer axle'll keep ye from yer friends some longer."

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Wheeljack revs his engine as he pops open a door for Acorna to get in; now that he's on his wheels, he's ready to cut loose. "It'll be fine."

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She makes a razzing sound, but does so as she continues on her way. The tunnel winds a little, obviously water carved, but then opens into another large cavern which is empty but for a huge niche carved into one wall. Laying in this niche, surrounded by life support equipment of every description, is a massive black form. Her armor is even more different from Wheeljack's than Hormah and Requiem's, and her face holds an alien, savage beauty even in repose.

"Boss?" says Hormah softly, hopping up onto the side of the impromptu berth? "Ye here?"

She waits a moment, then turns to look at the visitors when her creator fails to respond. If she were human now she'd be crying, but she knows Blackout's safe... wherever she is.

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Wheeljack's optics flicker in a "blink". "That's, ah, hm." There's a staticky discharge sound as he clears his vocalizers. "I'll see what I can do."

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The big femme's processor and body systems register as being in deep stasis, only without the usual faint processor activity. Despite this her spark is still present, though badly weakened and supported by a booster device. Her shell is covered with scars, some of them quite vicious and obviously wielded by someone who knows the basics but not much more. Past the mechanical, the repairs go down in quality, and she's even got a few wires crossed in some places and a bit of unrepaired processor damage that's been there for awhile if one judges from the amount of self repair that's happened.

Hormah had moved to sit on one of Blackout's feet when Wheeljack came over. Now she watches in silence, her face expressionless.

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As Wheeljack busies himself going over the shell's damage, Acorna steps lightly over to Hormah, laying a hand over one of hers. "I'm sure she'll be all right."

Some time later...

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With a sigh, Wheeljack closes a small panel on Blackout's side. Running one final scan, he turns to his small audience. "Well, I've fixed all that I could."

Re: Some time later...

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Hormah blinks at him, then hops down from her seat by her creator's foot. "Right, then. Ye'll be wantin' t' git home, eh?"

Then she freezes as a husky yowl comes from the niche. "Scorponok? Blackout?? Boss? Ye here?"

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Wheeljack does a double-take. "What was that?!"

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Hormah digs the pieces of her Decepticon logo out from under a plate of her armor, then absently sticks both halves of it onto the side of her head as she looks down at the organic femme.

"I knows 'at, me son," she says, the teasing fading from her face. "But we obeys t' boss." A hand comes down toward Acorna. "So t'anks, eh?"

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Acorna grabs the offered hand with a smile. "Thanks."

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"Ye's fer goin' now?" Those bright optics twinkle at her, sadness and concern forgotten for now.

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Much fiddling and intent deedlebeeping follows. Requiem looks over his sister's shoulder curiously.

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Acorna lightly smack's Wheeljack's arm when he reaches over to join in on the fiddling.

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Hormah ignores the disturbance, and soon looks up and hands him the programmed gadget. "T'ere."