re_alignment | [Voice]

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✘ dead space | vandal

[Voice]

[A heavily modulated male voice crackles over the network. Each word is broken up by heavy breathing.]

Can you hear me? Is this working?

This is RIG number 438642. My name is-

This is Vandal.

Please. Someone who isn't a freak in a cloak, please respond.

I need to get back to the sprawl. I need- Oh fucking shit I can see the bone. God damn it stop bleeding.

Please help. I need to get back to Titan Station. I'm. Hurt. Badly. Bleeding.

Please.

[Click.]

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Good idea. Or, at least, argue with me later.

[His vehicle mode jolts over the rough ground, living up to his name as he moves.]

I'm...pretty real. [At least all the Sharkticons he killed thought he was real enough.]

No. You're not dead. You're on Cybertron.

[Much easier to take, right? And with that, she might hear his engines or see him approach.]

Cybertron... sounds like something I'd make up as a kid.

[She sounds like she's getting weaker, voice fading with exhaustion. Though she tries to prop herself up with one hand when she hears him coming.]

[He snorts.] That would make you a god if you could invent a whole world.

[He crests a berm, a white and red vehicle that swiftly shifts mode to his robot mode. He drops to one knee by the small....person? Robot? Whatever?]

Vandal? [He's no medic. If she doesn't respond he'll try the old fashioned poke.]

[No. There are no gods, she thinks. Only mad men.]

[She's mostly passed out by the time he reaches her, and she lays limp, jostled by the poke. At least she was semi-prepared by the video interaction, to see what she does, but it's still jarring and she recoils a little, armor hiding all of her features except the obvious, bleeding hold in her side. A moment as she takes this in.]

... You're Drift?

[Y-you say that like it's somehow a bad thing?]

Yes.

[He somehow manages a shrug that is slightly worried.]

Don't think that's important right now. What happened?

[No. Not a bad thing. More like awe.]

Holy shit you are the coolest thing I have ever seen.

[Oh, right. What happened.]

Th... reactor. It was huge, I killed it, but it took part of me with it.

[She pauses, taking her hand off the wound at her side that has been drooling blood over her fingers.]

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I am not that cool.

[Maybe you don't get out much, though. It's not modesty so much as self-awareness]

You....killed a reactor?

No way, man. I always wanted a robot friend. Ever since I was six. Look at you. You have that bigass sword and you turn into a friggin car. That's a huge bonus.

[Awkward pause.]

No. The thing inside the reactor. Ugly ass thing. It nearly took me along with it. Nnghf...

Look uh. Drift. I think I'm definitely dying.

Yeah? Well, hang in there, and you'll have a robot friend, all right?

[That's not a good sound. ]

Tell me later. [a worried noise ]. I'm going to go look for help.

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[action!] so should i hop into another thread? (Drift: threadhopper)

[action!] Once they get over the meet and greet hop up in there with Ratchet!

[action!]let me know when's good!

[action!] Now is good!

[action!] Double tag. Ignore this one.