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[It seems quite like this message was meant for specific people, but given the current state of the sender it's unsurprising that the delivery is more than a bit botched.]

[The video feed flickers on to a figure holding tight to the bartop's edge, every line of the body taut and quaking in obvious distress. It's Wing, keening behind clenched dentae as he's afflicted by some unseen form of suffering.]

J-Jetfire. We--we were ^right. I can _{feel it.} He's... so-omething's wrong!

Ratchet, Ambulon, F-Firs--[A hissing vent as he grits his dentae.] He's ^hurt. please...someone help him. I-I can't--

[The video feed shakes as if the hands holding it tremble violently. Ragged venting triggered by phantom heat and fire is punctured by another cry of pain and distress, only half of it for himself. Wing's optics shutter tightly against the pain, real enough despite being not his own, forcing it back, trying to keep control.]

Drift...wh-where are you!? What's ha^aaa--!

[That's all he gets out before it overtakes him. He can no longer block out the sensations assaulting him over the remnant of his bond to Drift's Great Sword, as the other mech is violently consumed by flames somewhere far out of Haven. Another cry, a scream of horrible measure, crackling with static as he topples. There's a convulsion that scatters the video feed for a moment, the sound of jet's frame crashing to the ground audible. When the camera becomes still again it's a view of the star-strewn skylight in the bar's ceiling accompanied only by silence.]

((OOC: Wing won't be able to respond at first, so at the beginning action spam will be required--feel free to find him and help wake him up. If you want to tag a little "later on" when he's awake then he'll respond via comm.))

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[Since it's unlikely that he'd be at the hub, busy as he is trying to keep sane, he's going to send a message instead.]

Wing?

[The feed continues, it's originator quite incapable of shutting it off now. There's no response but if one listens quietly enough the sound of stressed systems can be heard.]

Wing! What happened!? What's wr-- [He chokes on his words at the cries, and then Wing dropping] Wing? Wing! Oh, Sigma frag-- [He's fussing around, debating between making his way over or contacting another doctor who can get there faster]

[There's a flicker of hope that flashes over Wing's face at the sound of a response, trying to get a message out while he still can and finding it successful, but then he goes down and does not rise regardless of Ambulon's prompting.]

[If one listens carefully enough the sound of Wing's systems can be heard--and to a medic's trained audio--not yet in full stasis but obviously traumatized.]

[Yeah, no, that was definitely not a good sign. Ambulon quickly gathers the medical tools he has on hand - he's scraped together a rather simple but effective first aid medkit at least. Megatron's assured him Tarn won't be skulking about, and so he darts out of the temple, flyinglike a bat out of Hell. When he arrives, his vents are cycling heavily; ignores them. Not important. It doesn't take long before he finds Wing, dropping to his side.]

Wing! It's Ambulon! Can you hear me? [He waves a hand over Wing's face] Can you see me? [He pushes a small wave of alarmed energy from his EM field, hoping it catches Wing's.] I'm here to help, you're going to be okay, just stay with me, stay with me. [Ambulon quickly opens his medkit, readying tools.]

[Wing's been knocked for a loop by the backlash of Drift's death, rather literally. Beyond the trauma itself, his systems simply didn't know how to deal with the phenomena. Critical shutdown occurred to prevent lasting damage. He's in maintenance mode at best, all higher functions offline until those systems can be encouraged to reboot.]

[There is no physical damage at all, but his EM field carries the telltale signs extreme trauma and pain that one would expect from someone who had suffered greatly. It's strange, though if one considers a moment, is not unusual in relation to rare cases of vicarious perception.]

[Ambulon checks Wing's vitals again. He's stable enough, and... Ambulon hesitates. As long as Wing's condition remains the same... Ambulon removes the small tool from his medkit. The only one he had - here's hoping it worked.]

This might hurt a little.

[Ambulon stabs the needle into Wing's neck, releasing a shock of electricity right into his system. Praying, hoping it would be enough to jumpstart his idle processors.]

[The shock jolts through Wing's frame, straight through his systems. He convulses with a shout, one strong hand reaching out to grip Ambulon's wrist, instinctively controlling the source of what might be an attack...until the emergency boot process finishes and he regains his senses. ]

[He's dazed, systems still coming back online, but he recognizes the medic and releases the tight grip immediately, offering a hushed apology.]

A-Ambulon...what...? Why I am...?

[He puts a hand to his forecrest, squinting, obviously still trying to process what's happened.]

[Ambulon relaxed from his slight shock. Not that he didn't expect this sort of reaction. Still, it did catch him a little surprised. Once his hand was released, he drew it back; his wrist ached a little, but his fingers quickly kneaded out the tension.]

I'm not sure myself. You opened a transmission on the link. You were... panicking. About something. I think... [He paused, frowning.] I think about Drift? When you suddenly pleaded for help. You passed out from pain and... Well, here we are. [Ambulon offered to help Wing stand. Not entirely an offer, more, "you're not going to walk by yourself after that episode so let me help."] Do you know what might have caused your collapse? We should get to the clinic, run a scan on you. Make sure your vitals all check out.

Wing, what--

[Oh no. No, that's not good at all.]

Wing! Can you hear me! Please!

[The video does not change, the cool stars beyond the skylight far too serene for the episode that just occurred. There's no response, no stirring of movement, only the sound of stressed systems and Wing's fans winding down.]

[And now begins the moment where, in any less serious situation, one might wonder if Kagerou were a cat, instead.]

[Considering... he sits there. Calling Wing's name. In an attempt to wake him up.]

[He really should go. But -- he has to track the signal first. Give him a moment.]

[Kagerou, Wing would be so delighted if he could hear you. It's sad that he can't though, and it's going to take a bit for his systems to reboot and clear the shock of the backlash of Drift's death.]

[Yeah he's. Going to keep doing it out of fear and pure desperation for a minute or two longer.]

Please...

[And, when that ultimately fails, he decides it's probably a good idea to track the signal.]

[Wing's cooling fans, which had been going pretty fiercely thanks to phantom sensations of the fire, have wound down now. Whether that's a good sign or a bad one, well, is open to interpretation.]

[It's easy enough to find the location, that of the bar, which is pretty empty this time of night. The imagery from the video seems to confirm this as well.]

[He'll be there, then. Though he does keep calling out the entire while.]

[Like a chirping bird or something.]

[But he'll be there, looking somewhat frantically around the bar.]

((Do you want to assume Ambulon's 'around' so Wing is already coming to slightly, or do you want to stay totally separate and try and wake him up yourself?))

[Wing is collapsed near the back of the bar where he'd obviously been rearranging one of the supply cabinets. He looks uninjured, at least physically, though it's obvious he had no control over his fall. There a glass of half spilled energon on the bar near him, and his communicator lies on the floor nearby.]

((Either way works for me? Whichever's best for you, timeline-wise!))

[Forget going around things. He's small -- by Cybertronian standards. He is going to hop up onto the bar, and climb over it. He's just that concerned.]

[And regardless of what state the other robot is in, he's going to end up darting around him, again, like some kind of nervous mechanical bird.]

((ooc: Separate action or join the thread with Ambulon? Dun wanna step on toes...))

Wing! WING!!

...frag!

[Transforming, he streaks for the sky, heading for the Hub. With his afterburners kicked in, he'll arrive in minutes. At most.]

((Hmm, separate I think, since others might action too and figuring out the timing and who's doing might just be whacked. o_O;; /makes frantic magic handwavy gestures))

[Wing seems to be out pretty cold, give the lack of response and the way the video feed drones on. Though that is a good sign at least, the way his systems continue to hum.]

((ooc: LOL that's fine – hey, little AU threads in an AU[-ish] game – I kinda like! XD;;; Besides, I can only tag in the evenings but I have class T/Th, which makes me a slow tagger, so probably best I don't hold up others.))

[Thundercracker barely slows down as he drops altitude, transforms to land on his feet, and strides into the bar – seemingly all in one, smooth motion. He pauses only long enough to locate his target, then is crossing to drop to his knees and turn the other flyer over. The low hum of Wing's engine and the fact that he still has color are reassuring . . . but not by much.]

Wing . . . Wing, can you hear me?

((ooc: I know how that goes. And I never like to exclude folks from actioning if they want to either. :<))

[Wing is unresponsive, and though his EM field still echoes with the jarring resonance of great physical trauma, he appears to be physically undamaged. It seems like all his higher functions have been knocked offline, or shutdown by safety protocols. Things might be a little scrambled since he's not rebooting on his own yet. That might come on its own in time, or a shock to the system or manual hard boot might do the trick.]

[Assuming one can find the right access panel amidst all the complex angles Crystal City seems to like to build into their mechs.]

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((ooc: And thanks! Yeah, me neither. <3))

[Thundercracker's not wholly unfamiliar with the idea of bonds and feeling the echo of someone else through it, though he wasn't aware of anything that could affect one this powerfully - not from his own reality - so it's not his first thought.]

Pit...

[He's no medic, but he's seen enough combat to have at least some working knowledge of field "first aid" . . . but with no evidence of trauma, he doesn't know where to begin trying to help his friend. Except . . . to wake him up and just ask him what happened. But . . . HOW?]

[Knelt beside the fallen Knight, he'll gingerly start checking seams and opening panels here and there trying to find a way to help Wing wake that much sooner.]

[Wing is lucky, he doesn't share a bond the way mechs with a branched spark do. There are records of simultaneous death, and assuming one of the twins survives, they are never completely whole again.]

[It's still enough to fool his processor and confuse his systems enough to knock him out like this though.]

[Wing's chassis design is complex enough that it might take a bit of exploration before Thundercracker's search reaches success. And granted, if anyone walked in and observed this, the Seeker might have some explaining to do.]

[But if the other jet is patient enough, he'll find an access hatch that flips up in Wing's collarplate, revealing a panel with various medical ports and buttons. Given the glyphs labeling then, it's pretty easy to guess what needs to be done to force a reboot.]

[Thundercracker can be surprisingly patient when he has the time, motivation, and privacy to be. He's ready to defend himself – verbally AND physically – should someone happen on him "violating" the other mech, but then he vents a sigh of relief as his patience is finally rewarded. Double-checking the glyphs to be certain, he carefully actuates the reboot port, then closes the panel and shifts back a bit of a distance. He knows if HE were the one in Wing's position, he'd wake "fighting", so he's allowing for some space to let Wing recover himself if need be.]

[This isn't good. This isn't good at all.]

Wing! Please respond!

[There's a pleading note there, Rung looking unsure whether or not he should go find the other.]

[He would if he could Rung, but he's been knocked utterly senseless by this experience.]

[The video feed drones on, but that is at least a good sign, one that confirms Wing's systems are idling in the background and not fully offline. It's something, at least, even if he can't respond.]

[Blurr looks scratched and beaten up, but he doesn't seem to care.]

Jetfire was right about wh...Wing? Wing can you tell me where you are!?

[Wing is seated on the floor, looking slightly dazed, but at least awake, the glow of his optics healthy enough. Given the noise there are obviously others there, tending to him.]

[But there's definitely a strain, a tense, agitated way he holds himself.]

_Blurr...? Blurr! Have...have you seen Drift anywhere? I--I need to know that he's safe!

[He seems to realize that he's probably babbling frantically, and he cycles a vent.] It happened again, like when we were underground. When I could feel Drift's emotions. Jetfire and I, we figured out what it was. I'm--[how to sum up this complicated situation?]--I'm linked to him, through the Great Sword he carries.

Something terrible's happened to him! [It's hard to hide the panic in his voice.]

[Oh god, Wing doesn't know? Bluur's optic widens, getting panicked himself for a few seconds. He tries to regain his composure quickly. He also tries to talk slowly so he's easy to understand.]

Wing you need to calm down or you might hurt yourself. So that was the connection? The Sword? Uhm Drift is...he's not...Ultra Magnus reported that her died, but I don't know how happened exactly. Rodimus wan involved.

[it's a bit frustrating that he seems to keep missing things when they happen, but hopefully Wing got help in the time he missed this.]

Not good. Are you all right? Still in the Hub, or elsewhere?

[He sighs, optics narrowing.]

While it's certainly interesting and good to have our theories confirmed, I would have preferred it happen in another way...

[Wing will certainly forgive you Jetfire, given it was not exactly midday when this happened. He's still at the bar, seated, looking a little wobbly and dreadfully worried.]

I...I think so. I'm still here. It's...I can walk, but that's all that's safe really.

[Which means he can't go out looking for Drift, something that's driving him crazy.]

Jetfire, I...any way would have been preferable. [He squeezes his optics shut for a moment.] I just, wish I knew what happened. Whatever is was...it couldn't have been. Good.

It's vague enough, then, you have no idea where he is?

[Which is problematic. Given the strength of Wing's broadcasted reaction, technically astroseconds would have counted and he's already late... Jetfire's expression tightens.]

I can look for him, unless you need me to come over? What was it you did get from the... er, link?

[Insensitive, perhaps, but even if they now have confirmation of some sort... Really, only that "the past and the present versions of the Swords are linked", it doesn't really pin down what type it is.]

I...I know he left, with Rodimus and Ultra Magnus. They went--opposite direction of the Badlands.

[He shakes his head, not liking the implications suddenly.] _Rodimus...

[Again he shakes his head, this time bowed in the cradle of his hands as a distressed sound slips out.]

I--I'll be fine. If you can? [He doesn't know if searching will do any good but hates not being able to try.] Worry or anxiety, distress, then shock, pain, heat--terrible heat..._agony...

_...betrayal.

[He shudders, the flight panels on his back clattering and he vents deeply several times.]

Still gives a very large area in proximity to Haven, but marginally safer than the Badlands... [Jetfire frowns and the hum of his flight systems powering up can be heard in the background.]

Certainly. If he is in danger... or even if it's too late already, he should at least have someone looking.

[With that, the view shifts, shakes and then stills as the motion and vibration of Jetfire taking off from the ground is compensated for.]

That does sound worryingly specific and not particularly good, however... It seems you're not just picking up emotions, but simulated and reflected physical responses as well?

[Which... could actually explain why Wing would be forced offline as not just emotions, but the reason/physical input for those emotions were reflected in Wing as well. Non-substantial and without a cause of their own Wing's frame, sensors and processors had still obviously taken Drift's relayed reactions as their own, through the spark connection still present via the Sword.]

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