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[youdiedagain]

[The feed clicks on, and it shows Sissel, slightly limping back towards Vector Prime's temple.  Why is he limping? Well, he seems to be rather beaten up, his sunglasses cracked, his coat torn and burnt, his hands a sickening black colour. Someone had obviously gotten too close to the crossfire.]

I hate to bother anyone...but-

[His hand removes itself, and...well...

The whole left side of his chest is completely blown open. This would normally be bad for a human, but...he's not bleeding. If you look past the charred and shredded clothing, it seems to be a prosthetic casing with...what looks like a robotic skeleton underneath. There's a ribcage, bones...everything but in robotic form. It's almost too aesthetically similar...But how is this being powered? Well, right where his heart is is a blue glowing...something.

It seems to be powering everything within the chest, and even branching out to other parts of the body.]

I need a doctor.

[The tone in his voice sounds rather urgent.]

I'm not sure which kind is best at this, but.. I'll take anyone!

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[dinnerdate]

So, guessing you can't die then?

...Need me to take you to the medbay?

[youdiedagain]

I guess not...

[His hand shakily returns to covering that area.]

N-Nothing makes sense anymore!

[Anymore? When did it start? But at the request, he gives a nod.]

They're the only ones who could probably help me.

[dinnerdate]

I'll come pick you up then. Um... try not to fall over.

[He'll just transform and zoom on over.]

[youdiedagain]

[He doesn't really get tired, but he's so dumbfounded by this situation that he has to sit on a rock nearby, waiting for Dead End to show up.

Now and again he'll look into his chest. Was his body just...one whole--

He sees Dead End approach.]

Speed's your strong suit.

[dinnerdate]

[He transforms and crouches down by Sissel, not really sure how to deal with a beat up dead human possible husk... thing.]

Yeah... One of the few things I'm good at.

[youdiedagain]

[When Dead End arrives, he gets to his feet, almost unaffected by the injury itself. Really, he's just more...mentally worried, scared and confused.]

It's definitely a boon. N-Now...where's this medbay?

[dinnerdate]

You going to be okay?

[Because he is not sounding okay.

Dead End transforms back into vehicle mode and opens his door.]

Try not to touch anything, okay?

[youdiedagain]

[It's a bit surprising considering how apprehensive Dead End was earlier about him touching any part of him. He climbs in the passenger side without another word, slumping back on the seat.]

I'll behave.

[His hand goes to his chest, reaching in slightly.]

[wrex_it_krogan]

[Wrex isn't the greatest sympathizers, but when you involve something like this? It's a great fat no. He's seen this shit happen before and watching it even on screen is not pretty. This must have been Dead End's friend-pet-whatever. Guess he was right about the husk theory. All of this is just one big planet of nope in the nope system. He sees no point in mincing words.]

You don't need a doctor: you need a gunshot to the skull.

[youdiedagain]

WHAT?!

[Okay, calm yourself Sissel. That's just...fear setting in. You're dead. Remember that.]

I've already been shot. It doesn't work at keeping me down as well as you think it does.

[wrex_it_krogan]

Ever thought about trying incineration?

[Wrex is an expert at this killing thing, really.]

[youdiedagain]

Now I'm starting to think you're just rude. I've never met you.



...at least I don't think I have...


[A thought that worries him.]

Do you know me?

[wrex_it_krogan]

Trust me, you're going to wish you were dead when the reapers take control.

Dead End's pet, right?

[dinnerdate]

I'm not an Autobot, he isn't my pet.

[wrex_it_krogan]

Did I call you one?

Whatever he is, you sure seem attached to him.

[dinnerdate]

Might as well have. They're the ones that keep pets.


... I'm not attached.

[youdiedagain]

I'm already dead.


And I'm not Dead End's pet. I'm guessing you're the one telling him I'm...a reaper?

[wrex_it_krogan]

Husk. Reapers are the ones who probably made you that way.

[drpaperairplanesmd]

What happened to you? Did you get in a fight with a glyphless? [shakes head] Nevermind, let me know what I can do to help you!

[youdiedagain]

...Unintentionally.

Caught in the crossfire.

I'm...I'm not sure how much you can do with this, ma'am. But, mind if I take you up on the offer I made earlier? A scan?

[drpaperairplanesmd]

Of course! And the least I can do is try and treat the more superficial wounds.

[youdiedagain]

That'd be great. Where are you located? I'd hate to send a lady packing to meet me when I don't really get tired from running.

[HUFF HUFF]

[drpaperairplanesmd]

[OOC: Sorry for the wait!! Hectic things, hectic things...]

You shouldn't be running around wounded! [frowns] I can come to you. Just provide me your location.

[youdiedagain]

[OOC: IT'S CHILL! NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE]

Ma'am, I'd rather come to you. Of the two of us, I doubt I'll tire as easily...and...it's not really a wound.

[drpaperairplanesmd]

All right. [frowns] If you're all right to move. Like I said, I'm not sure if there's much I can do, but I will try.