[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.

Comments

[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.]