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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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[If Drift wasn't in enough pain already, that little reminder of his condition certainly pushed him off the cliff of misery.]

I just need a little rest.

[You believe that, right?]

In my experience, mechs don't tend to collapse alarmingly if all the need is a little rest~.

[In other words, no, he believes nothing.]

[Damn you and your medic cleverness.]

I just...I don't feel so good. Thats all.

[He's not a wuss. He's not a wuss. He's not a wuss. He keeps telling himself this.]

So why don't you tell me what you're feeling, then? And details, please.

Unless you'd prefer to lay there and suffer?

[He shrugs, as if it doesn't matter one way or the other to him.]

[A sullen face. Drift does not like to admit to being sick. Because he hates it. And being sick is being weak.]

I...just....everything hurts. Inside, I mean.

[True, yes. Helpful....maybe.]

[Knock Out repeats it dryly.] Everything inside... hurts. [And then he sighs. You know, patients like you usually get shooed out of the sickbay to expire and then looted for parts.

But that wouldn't be very diplomatic here and now, so he's going to make an effort. Be flattered.]

What kind of pain? Is it uniform, or does it hurt more in some places than others?

[It sounds so emo when you say it like that, Knock Out.]

It. Like. It burns. Like acid or something. All over.

[He gives Knock Out a weird look. That 'I may barf on you please step back' look.]

[That... is not a good look. And he's dirty enough, thank you. Knock Out edges back-- but doesn't go far.]

See, that is the kind of detail I need. And you said this was internal pain? Hm.

[Drift understands. That's why he gave the warning look. He'll just curl back into a ball for a moment. Blugh.]

_{it is also very painful pain}.

[Because he's not some wuss who can't take pain. It's the whole being sick thing that is doing him in.]

And we're right back into 'unhelpful' territory. [You get A Look, Drift. Time for a different plan of attack.] When did your very painful pain start, then?

[Yeah, he knows. It's not intentional. All he knows is weapons-related injuries. This is actually something outside his frame of reference.]

I don't know. Been a while since I noticed it. But it didn't...I wasn't going to let me stop fighting.

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