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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"Help me get Arcee into Keg's bed." She looks at him quizzically from where she's kneeling by her friend's head. Hormah is no where in sight.

Fender straightens the knee with difficulty, wincing at the almighty crack it makes, and then sighing with relief before he turns his attention back to what's going on.

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He looks around a bit confused when he doesn't see Hormah but focuses on the situation at hand quickly enough. "Sure." He takes a similar position at Arcee's feet, and then gives Fender a "What the heck?" look before regaining focus on the matter at hand.

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Arcee's limp as Blue shifts gracefully to her feet, lifting her upper body with little difficulty. The pink and white femme's head turns to one side with the motion.

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Being designed--or at least adapted--for lifting large, heavy objects for his occupation, he doesn't have any problems lifting his end either. The movement catches his attention, but he doesn't do anything about it as he helps Blue get her into Keg's bed.

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"Do you want point or the rear?" Blue makes sure her friend is as comfortable positioned as possible, then steps back and shifts to a standard Cybertron issue hovercar.

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"Uh," the question catches him off-guard for a moment before he gets what she means, "Rear."

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"Okay." She pulls out, followed by Keg. "Let's go. They want the podium for the next race."

See that glint on the ground by your foot, Random? It's Arcee's medal.

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He looks after them, a sigh escaping him, and he sags his head for a moment, seeing something shiny on the ground. He reaches down and picks it up, turning it over in a quick examination, and looks back up in the direction they went off.

Placing the medal in one of his 'pockets, he transforms and accelerates a bit to catch up with the others.

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They're going at a good clip, but not too fast. And Random might notice the sound of rotor blades and a massive engine from overhead.

Blackout is overflying the procession that's bringing her bartender's friend home, making sure that nothing interferes.

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As soon as he's adjusted his speed at a pace that keeps him in line but not directly ontop or too close to the car in front of him, he retains an even speed and allows himself to cautiously sweep out the area with his sensors.

The sound of rotor blades directly overhead makes him slightly uncomfortable, but it doesn't affect his driving. Only two chopperbots exist in his world--Blades and that one Combaticon--but if the other two 'bots had a problem with it they'd tell him . . . wouldn't they?

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//Don't worry about Blackout. She's 'Con, but she's one of ours,// Blue sends to him, her voice sounding worn and concerned about other things than a monster helicopter hovering overhead. //She's Hormah's creator.//

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// . . . One of the femmes from the bar?//

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//The big one. ... I forgot about Mouse and Sheol. The one that led the rest of the herd in.//

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//Ah. . . . Thought it sounded familiar . . .//