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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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."

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The young femme blinks and looks at her, sadness fading into certainty. "'Course, b'y. She's wit' t' boss. He knows we's needin' 'er."

Which doesn't change the fact that she misses Blackout and Scorponok terribly.

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And Acorna picks up on those emotions. "You still miss her, though, don't you."

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A shrug. "She's t' reason I exists. 'N I wasn' never programmed fer bein' in charge."

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"Never thought I'd see a 'Con that was loyal outta love," Wheeljack mutters to himself.

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Hormah looks at him. "I does what she 'n t' boss programmed me fer."

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'Jack continues muttering to himself, although it's starts to drift to mechanical 'this's and 'that's of Blackout's repairs.

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Hormah watches him, then sets the security camera on him so that she can watch everything and learn what he's doing.

This done, she turns back to Acorna as Requiem's voice comes from the main room, talking to Scarecrow about a TV show.

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Acorna listens to Wheeljack with some interest, reminded strongly of Calum when he was working on a problem. "Something tells me he's going to be like that for a while." She then looks up to Hormah, a motherly smile on her face. "Would you like to go sit with the others while we wait?"

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The little femme blinks, her feelings full of shock at the thought of leaving her boss helpless with a stranger. "Nah, b'y. But ye kin go on if ye wants."

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Uneasy about leaving a distressed youngling alone, Acorna declines and settles down close to Hormah, watching and waiting.