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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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[He huffs as best as he can. If he had the strength, he'd turn his head away, too, no doubt.]

Not without... telling you guys what a couple of idiots you are first.

I'm sure we'd deserve it. [The smile stays, because he's really, really glad to see you snarking, still. It's a good sign.]

I doubt you knew it was going to end up like this, however. [And if you did, and didn't tell them? Shame on you, Gunmax.]

Frankly, I thought there'd be more explosions involved... Kinda glad I was wrong.

[Maybe he knew, maybe not -- maybe he's playing around. Gunmax isn't going to easily tell you or Deckerd anything right off the bat, you know that.]

You wouldn't make a very good fireworks show, being part of the display like that.

[It's almost a joke...see?]

Some mechs are on the way. With luck, they will find gasoline. If not, then I will have them siphon some.

Accidents happen, baby.

[The smile drops and he looks at McCrane with a small frown. His eyes not being under a visor makes his expressions far more sincere by comparison.]

...Don't do anything stupid, McCrane.

They do.

[It's so strange to see Gunmax like this...so much that he stares for a few moments, the words he has queued up halting, his lips pursed. This situation hasn't been easy from the beginning, but now...faced with the possibility of losing Gunmax over a lack of fuel?]

Please, Gunmax. Don't make this harder on Deckerd.

[...That hadn't really occurred to him. He knows that Deckerd is already beating himself up over the decision, even if Gunmax had agreed to it and knew the risks already.

If he shut off permanently due to the lack of fuel, it really would hit the boy scout hard, wouldn't it? Between that and Yuuta not being here.]

Well, now I feel like a bigger jerk than usual...

Just. Don't push yourself.

You aren't a jerk, Gunmax. You are just very, very good at acting like one.

[He's sorry he had to use the Deckerd card.]

I'll consult one of the robot mechanics before we proceed. Do you think you can hold on until they arrive?

Ugh, if Dumpson or Power Joe were here, I don't think they'd agree with you...

[Between you and Deckerd, he's not going to survive that kind of behavior. Hmph.]

Not giving up. Not by a long shot. I'll manage.

It doesn't help when you antagonize them.

[He says it, but softly, not pushing. There's nothing to do about it right now, anyway.]

I've been in contact with at least one who is on the way. I don't worry about you, Gunmax.

[You are too stubborn to die. Still, there's worry written all over his face, so perhaps he is lying.]

They make it so easy, heh...

[He can't fight off a wince, his optics flickering. It doesn't hurt, but he's fighting to stay awake right now.]

No need to worry at all... I'm not going anywhere. Got it?

[He doesn't know what to do with such an expression, from either McCrane or Deckerd. People actually fretting over him -- sheesh. He's used to it from Yuuta by now, but others...

Gunmax wishes he had the energy to think of something clever to say that might change it.]

[It is so very Gunmax, to be debating this even when running on fumes.]

You are talking about my team-mates, Gunmax. [He chides, but gently.] They are talented members of the Brave Police, just as you are.

[Granted, the verbal spars had always been in good spirits, and he'd smiled at them. More than once.]

I have 'got it,' yes. [He repeats the words without really knowing the meaning, catching the gist from Gunmax.] Especially now that Knockout is coming. [With luck, they would find fuel on the way.] Have you met him?

Talented at getting flustered like school girls, sure...

[The way he says it, though, is with a certain fondness. Sure, initially, Gunmax made a strong attempt to show off, have a rough personality, and shove people away.

Things changed. Often, his words were more to tease than to harm.]

Knockout? S-sure. Friend of a friend... I talked to 'im a bit. I know Breakdown better.

Mmm. [It's another noncommittal noise.] As flustered as certain other people when they realized their visor was broken?

[He knows you are joking, but he does have his team-mates to defend!]

Breakdown, his assistant, yes. [A nod.] They should be here shortly, to help you out. [And hopefully with some gasoline.]

Hey now-- that's a different... different matter. I look too soft without that.

[He turns his head away slightly.]

Well, not the way I wanted to see the Big Guy again, but all right.

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