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

[mccrane]

[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!))

Comments

[organ_pharming]

Is your pride really more important than your health right now? [He gives you a look that implies if it is then you're really stupid.]

[sword_redemption]

[Yes?]

[It is clear Pharma knows nothing about warriors, or he'd never need to ask that question.]

It's not about pride [Except that it totally is.] He'll...worry. He doesn't deserve to worry.

[organ_pharming]

[He's knows plenty about warriors- like how most of them are armed to the teeth with weapons and very low on processing power.]

Oh, so I'm allowed to worry, but not him? I see.

[sword_redemption]

I...er...it's different. We have...I owe him a lot. Everything.

[Not that he doesn't owe you, but, well..uh, it's complicated and he is really in pain and words are not really working for him right now.]

[organ_pharming]

Yes. So I've heard. [Sigh]

I don't care how you get yourself here then, just make sure you do so before your spark gives out.

[sword_redemption]

Sorry. [He is: he thought it was, you know, diverting conversation to keep you amused in the lab.]

...before my spark gives out? [W-what?!]

[organ_pharming]

It probably won't. [Shrug] But you never know. [He's studying a data pad again that just happens to block his mouth.]

/crawls back home

[sword_redemption]

...

[Suddenly, he has a new appreciation for Ratchet's bedside manner. Gruff is one thing; this is something else. ]

What do you think it is?

[organ_pharming]

As I said, I can't be sure until I examine you. So I suggest you find someone to bring you here that won't insult your pride as soon as possible.

[sword_redemption]

[Ouch. That little dig kind of stung, Pharma. ]

[A much cowed, small voice.] I'll be there when I can.

...Did you get what you were looking for? [Change of subject!]

[organ_pharming]

Good.

You're really asking me about that right now? [Chuckle] Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.

[sword_redemption]

The battle's over. It seems like a reasonable time (?)

[He can't figure you out. Unless you're just always crabby.]

And you stayed safe. [He hopes.]