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[Video][Broadcasting from the Junk Pile at end of Event]

[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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Scrap. All right, we're on our way. Don't go anywhere, hm?

Do you need a landmark?

[Right now, he's surrounded by...ah...Junk. And more junk. But next to him is a large telephone pole, leaning across what looked to be an old antennae...yes.]

We're by the giant 'x'.

Giant X, is it? All right, I'll see if we can't find you. I'll let you know if we get lost~.

[Distantly, as if he's talking away from his comm:] Come on, Breakdown!

[A faint bellow, the deeper voice coming closer.] I heard 'em too ; coming! Scrap, hope Gunmax didn't get himself killed. I didn't even get to teach him about overcharge.

It sounds like he's just undercharged, unless there's something going on that McCrane didn't mention. Let's keep an eye out for some of that petrochemical swill they call fuel while we're en route, shall we?

[Primus knows there's plenty of junk pile between them and the location of the earth-bots and Drift.]

I saw the cans they keep the stuff in. Gunmax showed me. [Breakdown transformed into vehicle moe and revved his engine to get going. He was looking forward to bashing some more monsters along the way.]

[Knock Out nodded and fell into his altmode beside him and the two of them were off! Look out, Earth-bots (and rift), you've got assistance incoming.

...Once they've got all the monsters out of their way, anyway.]

[After a bit, you'd get a much more useful transmission from McCrane in the form of actual coordinates--somebody didn't realize that his communicator was capable of that.]

[He would be standing up by the unusual 'x' however, and he would wave, once, when he sees the both of you approaching.]

[Knock Out and Breakdown arrive in good time. The armoured truck's covered in a bit of gore, and when he transforms back to robot mode, he has to throw off a few legs, and wipe away alien fuel. But he's got a wide grin on his face, because in his hand is one of those funny little cans of fuel.]

Look what we found on the way! Your favourite meal.

[The smile falters when he sees Gunmax. That weird almost cyb sure wasn't looking good. He had no idea what exactly was wrong, but just a gut feeling from being a medic's assistant so long.]

[[ooc the fuel is diesel ; mod approved]]

[DID SOMEONE SAY DIESEL.]

Hm... thought I heard the Big Lug. I'd wave, but... you know, kinda tired.

This is probably the worst possible time to ever pay me a visit. ...Me without my shades, too. Tsk.

[Despite his exhaustion and lack of energy, he does his best to sport a smirk.]

Mm, we won't hold it against you. We're not exactly at our best right now either. [KO's wiping off his share of gore too, grimacing as he flicks ichor off his long fingers. Plus, y'know, him with his horrifyingly mangled face and his pitted and scarred (and once again dirty) paint job. Ugh.]

[He walks over to Gunmax and crouches down beside him, signalling Breakdown to join him with the gas can.] I hear you're having an energy problem, my friend.

That's the word around the block, huh...

[Gunmax winces, his optics flickering. It's starting to become a real struggle to stay online.]

Guess I owe you guys big time.

[The fact that they've found fuel is a relief that McCrane hadn't been expecting, and he can feel his joints loosen from a tenseness that had been painful.]

Your swiftness is apprecia--

[He begins, and cuts off, because he's close enough to 'smell' that something is different.]

Is that Diesel?

[On most days, that would be a word that earns a mischievous grin from the biker. He does perk up slightly, then snorts.]

Heh... on any other day, I'd take it off your hands.

Oh nooo. This is officially... a tight situation.

They got an energy problem, and we got an energy solution.
[Breakdown walks over and hands Gunmax the diesel. He smirks at Gunmax's humour.]
I don't know what it is, but it's in the same kind of can. You look like you could use a giant injection of energy right now, too. Go offline now and I'll never get t'try you on highgrade.

[Breakdown's handing of Diesel to Gunmax would be suddenly and, of course, worriedly interrupted by McCrane's interception, jumping to block the motorcycle detective from the fuel like it was poisonous to him.

Right now, that might as well have been the case.]

No! Wait. We can't give that to him. That is diesel.

[He's pretty sure you both don't want Gunmax's engine to sputter and die right now.]

Forgive me, Gunmax.

S'fine, McCrane. I'm not that... stupid.

[He flinches a bit and sets his head back down.]

Guess it's all yours, O' Esteemed Build Team Leader. I'll just... relax down here or something--

[Gunmax strains a bit.]

[Knock Out had to flail back out of the way when McCrane lunged in to intercept the can. Now he's flustered, and that makes him snappish. He rises to his full height, brushing his hands over his armor in a sort of ineffectual check for fresh scratches. (It's not like he'd be able to tell them from the old scratches, after all.)]

Would someone care to explain what's so unacceptable about this diesel?

There's even a difference? [Breakdown's fingers flexed around air, but he didn't flinch away from McCrane's intercept. He was too busy focusing on his new... friends? And the twerrible way Gunmax looked to be in. It made something twitch in his spark, somewhat stronger than sympathy. He liked these weird guys.]

Maybe we can find some more whatever on the way back.

He has a gasoline engine.

[McCrane explained, simply, his processor whirring in thought.] Diesel fuel doesn't evaporate at the same rate...there aren't enough fumes for it to ignite in a gasoline engine.

[He's explained this before, because he preferred diesel, and certain people (especially certain motorcycles) wanted to prefer diesel as well.]

Would there be a way to remove the gasoline from my tanks and give it to him?

[He's looking at you, Knockout. You're the guy with the tools.]

Most days, I'd just drink it anyway... [And regret it later. Past!Gunmax is a douche to future!Gunmax at times. Such is the way of things.] Just, ah. Be a really bad idea if I tried it when I'm practically empty.

[The biker scowls a little at McCrane.] That safe for you?

Oh, of course. [Knock Out waves a hand, scoffing through his vents.] That's as simple as setting up a siphon. Although you do know it doesn't do anything to fix this little low-energy problem you've got here; it just splits the difference a little more easily.

[Hands on his hips, he looks between the two of them, then down at the can in McCrane's hand.] Unless you can metabolize that, in which case it solves the problem quite nicely.

Then do it. [McCrane confirms, looking at Knockout and then down to Gunmax.]

Safe or not, this might be able to stabilize you, and I'll have plenty with the diesel.

[It smells good, standing here...and he never thought he'd say that.] I'm sorry for not explaining sooner. [He adds, to Breakdown.]

Eh, not much of an explanation needed. We picked up the wrong stuff. [A shrug. Then, to Knock Out,] You need any help? We should make it quick. [He looks around, keeping an eye on the potentially dangerous area.]

It's safe enough, don't worry~. [He smiles his trust-me-I'm-a-doctor smile down at Gunmax. Although it occurs to Knock Out just after he says it that McCrane's going to be nearly dry of fuel until they can get the diesel into him-- unless they leave in some of the gas.] Er. I think. [He looks over at McCrane.] Unless diesel and gasoline can mix, I am going to have to drain your tank...

[He glances from the earth-bot to Breakdown and back.] I'm going to need some tubing, too, or this little operation's over before it even begins.

[Video][Broadcasting from the Junk Pile at end of Event]

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