[Video]

[muddytracker]

[When the feeds cuts in, it's shaky, mostly because Hound himself can't seem to keep still. He doesn't look too good, dents covering a lot of his frame--dents with flecks of blue paint here and there.

He manages to focus on the video, looking downright...sad...upset...at least he's holding onto himself for the moment right?]

Mirage he--...please..I need someone's he-elp...

[He doesn't remember when it happened, Hound just knows that it did and when he came back to himself, he had a broken heap of a certain invisible spy at his feet, said bot being out of view of the camera at the moment.

Mirage was still functioning at least. Just..barely.]

Ma-agnus? Sir? I ne-ed help.





ooc: Cloud gave me permission to godmod Mirage; she's been busy with finals and hasn't been able to get on the net much.

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TEXT;

[thehardway]

[He's tired.

Magnus has never felt so tired, but that's no excuse. He cannot turn his back on this. Not when he had tried to keep it all under control under the false pretense that he could help his crew.

He was horribly wrong.

As he told Tailgate, he'll take care of the rest.]

Coordinates, Hound.

[Video]

[muddytracker]

[His optics flicker as he gets the text, the scout staring for a moment, about to speak as he sends the coordinates, when the sound of somethig moving can be heard. Immediately his optics narrow, expression changing as he drops the camera, disappearing from view though he can still be heard.]

Shhh, it's oka-ay Mi-ir-rage--zzt.

[His vocalized is fritzing and for a moment theres nothing.

And the sound of metal being wrench and broken can be heard.]

TEXT; to action?

[thehardway]

Stop. Remain still.

I am on my way.

[He closes the transmission and heads out.]

[Action]

[muddytracker]

[Hound..didn't exactly follow those particular orders, at least not right away. When Magnus arrived he'd find the scout sitting with his back to a tree, a distant look in his optics as he stares at the broken form of Mirage.

Somehow, in the midst of it all, he'd managed not to kill the other but..it wasn't pretty either.]

[Action]

[thehardway]

[Mirage, similar enough to Swerve, will need to be taken to the medics after he's done with Hound. Just as he had to finish off Tailgate before tending to injuries.

He approaches Hound slowly.]

I'll take care of Mirage, Hound.

[Action]

[muddytracker]

.....I'm sorry.


[It's softly, his voice quivering some as he keeps his optics fixed on Mirage, hands clenching and unclenching a bit as the scout shakes his head.]

I thought..I thought if I stayed away...but he found me...

[Action]

[thehardway]

You had no control over it.

Would it affect you badly if I sat next to you?

[Action]

[muddytracker]

No I'll--I'll be alright. I'm..okay for the moment.

[He really just wanted it all over now because he'd hurt the one bot he cared for more than any other..]

How are th-he others?

[Action]

[thehardway]

They... are being taken care of.

[He doesn't enjoy the vague statement, but he isn't sure how to explain Swerve's injuries, having to kill Rodimus and Tailgate, and Drift's death. It's not a light matter simple to cover.

So he'll be brief. Light as he can.

Ultra Magnus slowly sits beside Hound.]

I'm sorry it came to this.

[Action]

[muddytracker]

It's al-lright.

[A faint, rather weak smile appears, Hound's optics dimming to almost nothing.]

I got to make th-hose maps and got to s-see all of you again...I just wi-ish I could have done more, sir.

[Action]

[thehardway]

You did enough. Your work will help us immensely. Thank you, Hound.

[Hesitantly, he takes out his pistol, then glances at Hound.]

Do you have a preference for how this should be done?

Re: [Action]

[muddytracker]

Yo-ou're welcome, sir. It's bee-en an honor.

[He watches the other draw his weapon, frame quivering some before he forces himself to relax, looking over at Mirage again.]

Whatever way you see fit is fine with me. ...Ma-ake sure the medics ta-ake care of him...please.

[Action]

[thehardway]

Hound.

[There's a pause, then his hand goes to the other Autobot's shoulder.]

I promise to bring him to the medics.

The honor has been mine.

[The pistol is leveled to Hound's helm. He'd been able to remain steady with Tailgate. He shook like an earthquake in confronting Rodimus.

If there's a tremor, it is brief, before he takes it upon himself to fire.]

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[raceme]

This is not ultra Magnus but I work with him. The name's BLurr.

I will be able to provide some sort of help, maybe to both of you. Where are you?