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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"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..."