[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

[engrishdetective]

W-works better when... the pressure's not all on me.

But thanks. You were kinda badass yourself.

[sword_redemption]

If that's it underpowered.... [He lacks the energy to finish the sentence, but the meaning's clear. That is one powerful weapon.]

Glad you're on our side.

[He's going to squirm under the compliment.] I just helped out.

[engrishdetective]

I know.

[He cracks a grin.] Likewise.

Hey, I don't... exactly shower compliments, so just take it, all right?

[sword_redemption]

[He manages a laugh: small and brittle, but genuine.] Fair enough.

Now. You be quiet and wait for the medics.

[Don't make him crawl over there and pin you down.]

[engrishdetective]

What? You're not... the boss of me. I'll do what I want...

[sword_redemption]

Later.

[A weak smile. ] We'll argue about this later, all right?

[engrishdetective]

F-fine, whatever...