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[McCrane, currently, sounds much more flustered than he has in past broadcasts. Granted, 'much more flustered' for him doesn't amount to more than a slight urgency in his voice, but considering both Gunmax and Drift have just collapsed he feels a need to be urgent.]

This is McCrane.

We have two men in need of repairs, and we are unable to ferry them to one of the temples.

[This is guilt. Gunmax, he knows, is down because of fuel, and both he and Deckerd are too low themselves to tow him anywhere. To illustrate the severity of the situation, he points his badge toward where the motorcycle detective is lying, optics flickering even as he insists to a very-worried Deckerd that he's perfectly okay. Beyond, Drift is lying in a puddle of his own rust, not obviously injured but not moving, optics offline.]

Ratchet? Knockout? Is there anyone available with mechanical expertise?

((OOC: This is a communal post. Replies may be from McCrane, Deckerd, Gunmax, or, if he snaps out of it, Drift. Also please feel free to actionspam arrivals!))

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Well yes, belief has its place there too. A good one, actually.

[Sorry, faith just likes to counter cynicism, they suit each other in that way.]

[You're afraid of a ~~not so~~ little medic Drift? Wing can protect you, if that's what you're worried about.]

He seems to like me. [Wing pouts a little. Unless Ratchet's a faker...?]

Uhhhh. [That sounds a tad evasive.] Blurr was there.

No. [He doesn't want to argue with you, Wing, but here you're wrong.] Others can take your hope, your faith, and twist it, use it for their own purpose.

[Drift manages a weak snort.] Everyone likes you.

[You also didn't make the leaky, horrible first impression Drift did.]

[Drift may be ready to barf his roboguts out, but he's not stupid.] Blurr. Was. There. [Have a pointed look. Nice use of the passive voice, Wing.] And?

That's the risk I suppose. [Still, Wing would rather have it than not.]

[He looks away a moment, his hand going still, then he shrugs.] Starscream obviously doesn't.

[But that's fine. He doesn't need acknowledgement from everyone. Only a select few.]

It looks like Knock Out might finish up with Gunmax soon. [Was that going to distract Drift from the scratches topic? Nope, apparently not.]

Blurr'd collapsed by the time I got there. Non-responsive. And Starscream was aiming to make sport of him in a very damaging way. [He shrugs. It is what it is.] I had to intervene.

The risk. [He can't hide that last scrap of bitterness, anger at himself. He'll never have Wing's self-confidence, and that's why--he's seen how far he could fall, and fall willingly into it.]

Starscream doesn't like anyone; at least not as much as he loves himself. [Oh, Drift knew him. From way, way back.]

[Drift cranes his head, trying to look. ] Gunmax is better, right? And his friend?

Collapsed? [Okay, that's enough feeling puddly and watching Blurr and letting himself be petted by Wing. Drift groans, trying to push to his feet.] Where is he?

What other choice to we have? [His voice carries a measure of sadness.]

It certainly seems that way. [He'd heard enough about Starscream from the beginning of the war. Hoping that might have changed was likely too much to ask.]

It looks like they're siphoning fuel for Gunmax.

[Wing puts a hand on your shoulder. Not exactly holding you back but more...waiting in ready position should you get any ideas about sudden ~~lurching~~ ~~standing~~ lurching.]

Blurr's awake and fine for now. I handled it and get him to safety. I left him at Liege's since it was the closest place to refuel, the situation here is more pressing.

Hope, but not blindly.

Harder to do than it looks.

[He hopes. Or if not, he was easily fooled. ]

Siphoning. From the others. [That's not good. They needed the fuel, too.] We need to find them more gasoline.

[He is definitely getting ideas about standing. However, his body is having equal ideas about being facedown. It's a toss up.]

And you? And Starscream?

[He nods. A bow of the head.]

Yes, but probably not fast enough. They have Diesel that McCrane can use. [It's something.]

[Standing means walking and walking means a destination. Hopefully you have one Drift?]

Me? I got my chassis redeco'd. Starscream? Got more than he bargained for and left.

I didn't know that this was going to do this to them.

[He maybe wouldn't have helped.]

[Right now his destination is...right here on the ground, apparently. But at least flopped over onto his other side. Variety!]

[He points toward Wing's chassis.] Better ways to redeco, you know. [It's supposed to be flirtatious, but he probably isn't really pulling that off right now.]

Was there a way to know?

[What's done, is done.]

[Probably safest for now, while Wing figures out who they need him to take where.]

Oh, you mean claw shaped gashes aren't in this year? [Maybe it's not the time for charming levity. Or maybe it's exactly the right time. Well, for levity at least.]

Probably. I didn't ask questions. [Because he doesn't like his decisions to do dumb things questioned, himself. ]

[Yeah, not funny. Drift may feel and look like melted scrap, but he still manages a pointed glare at that. Hypocrisy be damned. ]

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