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[engrishdetective]

Good news, everyone. I like being not dead or downright near dying, so no worries. I'm whole.

Onward to more curious news. Ratchet and I've worked it out a bit that I'm gonna just have to replace my engine. I'll probably have to do the same to poor Gunbike.

Which begs the question! Where is my bike?

So! Everyone else whole, maybe? Yes? Good.

And Deckerd? Get over here and say hello already. It's really boring just laying around. I don't even get any warm oil to lounge with.

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[mccrane]

You'll manage?

[He gives you a look, because your 'managing' didn't work so well the last few times.]

On my way.

[And he would transform, and head toward your coordinates...even if he'll need a bit of instructions once he he gets there.]

[engrishdetective]

I'll explain when you get here. Cop's honor.

[Meanwhile, he'll ... lay there and give directions.]

[mccrane]

[And McCrane will arrive! After a bit, of course, but he's been feeling a little better since that diesel.]

...

[He still enters, and quietly looks around for a moment, not finding what he expected to find.]

This looks nothing like the repair racks back home.

[engrishdetective]

You're telling me?

[Down the way, Gunmax is laying on one of the berths; he's hooked up to a generator, currently.

Although clearly Gunmax looks better in comparison to before -- which isn't saying much -- he's still fighting with himself in order to sit up.]

Hey. You all right?

[mccrane]

[It's so strange to see one of them lying there like that, on a slab...but it does feel human, in a way. Human, and alien, all at once.]

They're used to working on robots, here, but probably nothing like us.

[He crosses toward Gunmax, his expression somewhere in-between relief to see him alright and sadness, because this isn't how Gunmax should be. He should chastise him for expending energy to sit up...but no. Gunmax wouldn't want to simply lay there. McCrane offers him a hand, instead.]

Nnn. [It's a noncommittal answer. Not yes, and not no.] I don't like seeing our team in this state. If this happens again...

[engrishdetective]

[It's different than Ratchet and Deckerd shoving him back to make sure he rests. At the hand, he can't stop himself from smiling a little, taking it as he helps himself up.]

...Yeah, I know.

[He doesn't display it. For now, it's a mock sense of confidence that he tries to boost, because Deckerd needs it that blame he's shouldering. McCrane is used to working in a group, considering the Build Team even if you set aside everyone else. Gunmax, who once had been determined to be alone, cannot live without the others now.

So, with just the three of them, and with what happened... it must have been rough for all of them.]

But it won't happen again. Making sure of that.

[mccrane]

This is what you mentioned about giving Deckerd and I all of the gasoline, isn't it?

[He feels that shaking, and doesn't let go of Gunmax's hand right away, making sure he's stable first.]

What are you planning to do?

[engrishdetective]

Ratchet offered to replace my engine so I can take energon instead of gas. Took a bit of a verbal debate, but I agreed to let him.

Not sure when he, ah. [He doesn't let go immediately either. For being just a self-proclaimed lone wolf, he's having a tough time being on his own right now.] When he'll make the change, but there you have it.

So I'll be all right.