A Slice of the Multiverse

Bender shoves open the door to Rollbar's bar, dragging along a shaking and incoherently beeping Nightwind. He pauses to scan the room, then lifts his voice and bellows, "Thunderclash! Your girlfriend's in the lockup! She just ripped the leg off a spider tank!" He nearly loses his grip on Nightwind as she goes limp at his words, but hefts her up again grimly.

Thunderclash pauses in talking to Backtrack, then takes to the air to get over to them faster. "What happened?"

Backtrack's close behind him, despite having to go the long route. "Nightwind?"

"No idea," says the grey and green mech, finally going to one knee and lowering his fainting friend to the floor. "We heard them arguing and went to see what about, and then the tank did something and Nightwish ripped off his leg. It took three other tanks to hold her down and haul her off."

Thunderclash groans, letting Backtrack prop Nightwind up and hook up his drink to her (for revival purposes, of course). He hopes this Decepticon isn't going to be too high-maintenance... but on the other hand, this is such a nice opportunity.

Bender turns his attention to Nightwind as she whimpers, then puts his hand on her shoulder and says to Backtrack, "I've never seen anyone this skittish." Thunderclash is forgotten for the moment.

Backtrack shrugs."You haven't met many escapees, have you?"

"I haven't been awake that long," the sea'Con reminds him as Thunderclash checks to see that they're managing and then slips out of the room to make some calls.
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