Nexus. Blue's Bar. There and Back Again cont'd

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As Random finishes his Sunrise, deciding what exactly to do next, he takes a look around the bar . . .

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His processor hits the wall and he starts to cuss under his breath as he searches through his subspace pocket. Darn it! He's not a fraggin' medic!

//Just shut down. There a medic there?//

"Good," replies absently to Keg as he continues to search his pockets. "Anyone here got energon or portable generator on them? Or would be willing to share energy?" He pulls out a few items out of subspace, drops them, and opens her chest plate.

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//No there wasn't, but I'm bringing Hormah.//

And there's a bunch of unhappy Transformers standing and looking at the closed and locked door to Blue's.

"No, not good," grumbles Keg as he settles down on his knees next to them. "It means I can't track him. And she's got a spark booster."

In his distraction the young bouncer fails to mention that she no longer needs that booster.

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//Hurry//

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"Search for a part's number" Again, absently. He examines the device by her spark casing. "Is it supposed to be off?!?!" His hand lingers by the device uncertainly. Time's going fast and sparks don't last forever! . . . but . . .

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There's a shout as Blue runs through the main gate, waving to him. Hormah is a determined deedlebeep on her heels.

"Did." Keg stands and waves back. "And yeah. Her spark's fine now."

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His gaze shoots over in the direction where he's waving.

Holding the scanner over her casing, he returns his attention back to Arcee and swiftly turns the spark booster back on to give the others some more time to get here, hoping it's not at the wrong setting and overseeing its work with scanner.

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Arcee's spark flairs as it's fed an overabundance of energy, and Hormah's cursing as she skids to a stop on her knees and swiftly adjusts the booster to a lower setting.

Blue watches her with optics bright with surprise and concern, then looks at Random.

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Hormah beats his hand to the booster, and in a flash after her arrival his stuff is all back in his pocket and he is outside of the little circle.

He tries to ignore Blue's gaze.

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Still deedling fiercely, the orange-red femme swiftly adjusts a couple other things, then checks her scanner before shuttering her optics for a moment and checking for any special directions. Hearing nothing in particular, she sets her hand over Arcee's engine and cuts loose a blast of energy.

Blue starts. "What the slag???"

Then she starts again as Arcee's engine coughs and starts to run. (It also looks rather upgraded and amped up, but that's not important right now)

Ignoring the hovering Blue, Hormah swiftly checks over things again, then shuts off the booster and moves away from the pink and white femme. "I dunno anyt'in' else t' do ot'er'n git 'er home 'n lay 'er down."

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Random is so distracted by whatever thoughts are causing him to remain outside of the group and stare down at the ground that he doesn't seem to register anything that goes on. He doesn't start, he doesn't flinch and he doesn't turn.

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"Random? Random!" calls Blue. "Random!?"

Fender reaches over and smacks him in the back of the helm.

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That does something, and if he doesn't move, Fender will find himself with a face full of fire extinguisher fluid.

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The old soldier was moving before he finished smacking, and now he's standing and griping to himself about how his knee servo's hurting.

"Random," says Blue again. "Can you hear me now?"

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His hand replaces the nozzle. ". . . Yes."

You keep griping, old man, you keep griping.