TG 'verse. Repair bay, Imperial Palace of Chaar.

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Rumble looks around as he and Asia arrive in Pitstop's repair bay with the femme called Showtime, then steps back hastily as two of the medic's assistants lift the blue femme to a stretcher.

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Showtime lets out a small sound of distress, flailing slightly. She's frightened, and it seems she's remembering something from her past.

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"Hey!" The little Intel 'Con scowls and steps forward. "Youse guys take it easy. Youse scarin' her!"

"Here." Asia quickly scrambles up the leg of one of the under medics, and from there to the stretcher, where she walks up to Showtime's side and settles where the femme will be able to see and feel her. "Shhh, honey. Everything's gonna be okay. We want to help you, so you can go back to your friend. Remember your friend?"

"Desi," offers Rumble, then winces and settles on the floor on his skidplate. "Oh. Owww."

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Showtime's attention is diverted, "D-Desi? Where?" Her confusion shows, but she's stopped flailing at least.

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Asia shoots her husband a look that warns him not to move from that spot under his own power, then turns back to Showtime as the under medics carry them toward the repair bay. "You can go see her after you're repaired. We just have to get you fixed up first."

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Showtime nods a bit, before she remembers something else, "D-don't know...where..."

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"Shhh. You're safe here. The Autobots are our allies." Asia gently pats her arm as the underlings set them down on a table in Pitstop's main operating room. "Everything's gonna be alright. Just relax."

"Are you necessary?" asks the vaguely cultured voice of the Galvatronian head medic as he crosses his arms and frowns down at Asia.

She just shoots him a look that makes him stand to attention.

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Showtime tries to relax, the term 'Autobot' being a familiar one to her. In her memories, the Autobots were the ones who helped. "D-Desinex...She...Autobots..."

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"I know," says Asia softly. "Shhh."

Pitstop nods at her 'go ahead' look, then gently touches Showtime's circuits with a sedation over ride. "This will put you into stasis. And when you wake hopefully you'll be feeling better."

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Showtime nods a little, already starting to go into stasis. Her doorwings relax, along with the rest of her, and she's out like a light.

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Soft sounds will reach her when she wakes: the murmur of a medical monitor, the sound of someone walking past the door to her small room in the hallway, a whisper of movement from the six foot tall Seeker sparklet who's standing at attention by her berth. Runt was told to stay here and wait till the blue femme woke, and then to be a friend to her. Since waiting is boring on its own he's busy guarding her as well.

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Showtime unshutters her optics, blinking a bit as she takes in her surroundings. Her memories of recent events are hazy at best, but she remembers someone helping her, at least. Sitting up, she tilts her head, giving the Seeker sparklet a curious look. "Who're you?"

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The little mech stands to attention, his ruby optics quizzical and serious. "Runt, attendant to the Empress, sir."

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Showtime's confusion is obvious. "Empress? Of what?" She frowns, trying to remember if she's ever been anyplace that has a ruler, and comes up with nothing. Her doorwings droop a little bit, but she smiles anyways, "oh, you don't need to be so polite...I really don't have a rank...I'm not even affiliated with the Autobots yet..."