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[Video] - outer edge of Solus Prime's territory

[There's still smoke rising from not just the rocket launcher that can be seen at the edge of the screen where Elita's holding it, but also from something behind her. And besides her deep frown, the rest of her is looking somewhat... beaten up. The feed's also tilted somewhat oddly.]

We have a problem, unless this is a singular attack. [The view pans from Elita to... a critter. There's no other way to describe the partly-curled up and decidedly huge creature with way too many legs, one or two closer to the front ripped off or strangely twisted. It also has some larger, multiple segmented limbs that would probably be more maneuverable than comfortable around what would probably have been its head if it wasn't entirely blown away, smoke curling in the heat from a nearby open fissure.]

It's unglyphed, and unless someone can say they've seen anything like this out in the wilderness or near the Badlands, I'd hazard a guess that we might have something like when the Lambda spewed unglyphed monsters down on us early on... [The view goes back to Elita, who now has her other arm resting over her chestplates, revealing several deep scratches scattered over her arms and probably more out of view, the antennae on her right arm bent at a drastic angle and one back-mounted panel hanging decidedly and uncomfortably askew.]

If someone has more information, either in regards to that [And, unthinkingly, she lifts the arm she'd been covering her chestplate with to point at the monster, revealing that the left half of it has been mangled by row upon exact row of something pointed and sharp. It's left that half of her chestplate with circular punctures mostly revealing nothing but gouged metal, but in some places there's the obvious silver flash of a cable or sparks from torn circuitry. There's a rev from her engine and her hand falls back into place.] or something that could be similar to the... calling, or whatever we should call it that happened a while ago, then now might be the time to start to collect it all together. Especially as I'm inside Solus Prime's quadrant, even if it's somewhat close to the outer edge.

[She pauses, then, and despite the situation, briefly a sharp, amused smile slides over her faceplates.]

Shaoshao? I'd give you an extra pointer, but hopefully that was obvious enough as to what you'd want to attack.

[Then Elita casts a frown at the be-headed creature right as the feed cuts. At least it didn't get to tear up enough to bare her spark chamber.]

((ooc: Aka; Elita gets to be the first victim, though at least she wasn't the one to lose her head!))

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[She might have been walking in an attempt to do something as well as cutting down on the time until she met up with him, but when she spotted him, she'd slowed down, and when he pulls up, she stops.]

Only until you caught up with me. For being a truck, you've got impressive response time.

[Elita tilts her helm teasingly, but there's a list in the way she stands.]

If you aren't busy, I'd love a ride.

[Really, she hadn't been getting tired, so much as developing a limp from the tears at her right hip. Wandering down along the side of the trailer, she briefly reached a hand out and trailed it along the metal.]

I'd transform if I could, it'd probably be easier to transport me that way, but with the joint nearly ripped out on the left panel...

[She huffed a static sigh, annoyed and slightly tired.]

I do try.

[He's also mapped out a lot of the area - in addition to being usually fast for his frame type. But now is hardly the time. Instead, he simply pops open the back of his trailer, the inside lighting up to guild her in. The touch is unexpected...but far from objectionable.]

I hardly have anything better than aiding a friend planned for right now. So I think it won't be a problem.

[He tries to keep it light, but his worry is obvious in his tone.

The ramp drops down at her feet, a trill greeting her from within. Roller is in the back of the trailer, nestled in his recharge spot. Optimus would prefer to unlatch himself from the trailer to guild her in himself, but she's on her feet and walking. He won't test her pride now.]

And you'll be fine. There is plenty of room, though I can't exactly offer any comfortable seating, just cargo straps. But they should hold you well enough until we reach the medics. Don't mind Roller. He'll stay out of your way.

I suppose I'm lucky that way, hm? Thank you.

[Chuckling, Elita gave a little wave to the drone in the back and carefully got in, and if she knew he was restraining himself from helping her, she'd appreciate it. She wasn't injured enough to need assistance, limp or no.]

Well, considering he's got a spot there, I think it should be me to keep out of his way. And the straps will do well enough.

[It's a bit careful and gingerly at first; this isn't just a normal vehicle, but part of a sparked mech, after all, but after a few moments, Elita's well inside and figured out which straps would work best to help her keep her position.]

Done.

Like I said, it's not a problem.

[Optimus stays steady until Elita is strapped in. Any other time he might make a light comment about the straps - it's distant, but he can feel that - but he doesn't want to stall her any when each delay could only weaken her further.

Which is also the same reason he doesn't strap her in himself. A bit too startling for the time being. They do tight up a fraction to hold her snug as he lurches back into motion, circling around to head back toward the medics.]

Hang on, and let me know if you need anything.

[Roller beeps in agreement, venturing forth from his little hide away to get a closer look at Elita's injuries without invading her space.]

It's not that bad, I promise!

[She's laughing instead of being annoyed, however, a hand trailing down a strap as it tightens slightly because yes, she noticed that.]

You're providing more than needed, really.

[A lift and company, especially when it's company she likes and she's not in critical damage is all that's needed, after all. Elita smiles at Roller as he comes forward, eyeing the drone curiosly.]

If I could do more, I would.

[For anyone, of course. But especially for her.]

Still, I apologize - the road is going to be rather bumpy for a while.

[The junk 'roads' are a mess, and it will be a long drive to get back to the medbay. Roller trills his agreement, slowly creeping closer to eventually park next to the damaged femme with a shy beep.]

I'll survive, I promise. Thanks for coming so quickly, Optimus.

[Even if they weren't phenomenally busy all the time with things, she was still certainly grateful. She makes a soft noise of acknowledgement to the warning about the "road" when it comes up.]

It's a pity there's absolutely no use to create some simple, straightforward roads straight through the junk pile towards each temple... they'd be covered too quickly.

[She huffs static and then, as Roller settles beside her, slowly reaches a hand out. Slow enough to drone could retreat if he wishes to do so.]

Of course.

[He doesn't say more on that - no use apologizing for being unable to get there more quickly, after all.

Instead he focuses on the road, wincing internally as the real bumps and rough 'roads' begin.]

Unfortunately true. We've carved out some paths simply by virtue of regularly traveling through certain areas, but even they can vanish in a day if the 'rain' comes down in the wrong place.

[Roller seems to have none of the issues of Optimus himself; the little drone wiggles closer, placing himself right under that hand.]

Exactly. Which leave us going around the edges, or having to work through the debris. It wouldn't really be worth it to build above-ground tunnels, I think..?

[Rubbing her chin thoughtfully, Elita smiles as Roller simply settles in, and so she lets her hand run idly along the metal, though she ends up having to use her free hand to brace herself against some of the more sharp bumps.]

It depends on how much weight they could be capable of handling as they were inevitably buried, I would imagine.

[He 'hrrm's thoughtfully as he drives, though Roller apparently has no shame. He prrums at the petting, only to beep in distress at the bumps, immediately moving to her side to help her balance against them.]

...If he gets in your way, feel free to push him aside.

[He sounds...almost embarrassed.]

Edited 2013-03-07 08:13 (UTC)

Ah, yes... Maybe it could work then. It shouldn't be impossible to find materials or a metal alloy that could take the weight, though making useful construction material from it might be harder---

[A particular nasty little bump actually has her glad Roller's there, and then Optimus' tone steals brief laughter out of her.]

No, that's fine. He's being very helpful.

[She chuckles again and briefly strokes the metal before bracing more properly.]

...Good.

[If anything, he sounds even more embarrassed, but he recovers quickly enough. Roller trills smuggly, clamping his breaks to help make sure Elita stays in place.

He has a job to do!]

Sounds plausible, though I am the last person anyone should call on to serve as an architect. Though perhaps they should even start out buried, to prevent bending and insulate them from the heavier of falling objects that could puncture through them?

[Well, that's... curious. She didn't miss it the first time, and now that it's happened again, and both times in conjunction with Roller and her touching him or he being up close...

Tilting her helm even as she took help of the little drone to keep steady, Elita thought she remembered something about those who could have several "pieces" of themselves... Hm.]

Me either. [She laughed softly, shaking her helm.] Yes, I suppose having them buried from the start might be better, but that would be additional work and engineering to be done since you'd need to create tunnels...

[Humming in thought, Elita very deliberately laid her arm against Roller at the next bump, curling her hand around an edge and squeezing. It was a bit terrible, perhaps, but she was curious.]

If they are set deeply enough, I suppose it might not matter-

[Roller purred shamelessly at the testing touch, sinking down on his shocks like a cat stretching it's spine under a good scratching hand.

Meanwhile, Optimus's voice cut out, spat static and the trailer rattled as he failed to avoid rolling over a pothole.]

[Oh. Well.

That certainly confirmed her suspicion. She was lucky she already had a good balance and support both, otherwise the jarring movement would have been a lot more uncomfortable than it was.

She lightened the squeeze to merely a grip, however, but kept her arm in place; it was actually helpful.]

I suppose not, and we might have enough mechs knowledgeable to make tunnels more feasible, though... Are you all right, Optimus?

[It wasn't even a question meant to tease about his reaction, but rather honesty as to what just happened. She didn't want to have caused any undue problems, no matter how cute Roller's purring was.]

[Optimus winced, and Roller peeped in concern, giving her a questioning wiggle at her side.]

...I apologize. I'm fire - I am more worried about you. I should be more cautious - are your injuries holding up?

No need to, I'm fine. [She patted Roller in reassurance and laid her other hand briefly against the floor of the trailer.] I'm not that fragile, and they weren't that severe, even if they certainly hurt.

It's not as if you're hitting every uneven stretch of surface or bit of scrap with intention. [She smiled, and it was probably obvious in her voice.]

[His attempt at a laugh was awkward and quickly aborted. Instead, he simply sighed, quietly mortified.

Roller winced, sinking down next to her.]

-Certainly not. I am honestly attempting to avoid as much of the rough terrain as possible.

[When he's not being distracted by awkward touches gained from shameless drones, at least.]

Unfortunately, until we escape the junk pile, rough variations cannot be avoided entirely.

Exactly. So don't worry about it. [She smiled again, a bit softer than before, and patted the bit of floor her hand was against before she settled back, the grip on Roller definitely simply to take advantage of the leverage and support now.]

No need to fret over inevitabilities.

[Especially when they weren't lethal or would cause any lasting harm.]

...as you say.

[Still displeased with himself, Optimus fell silent to focus on the drive as much as possible.

Roller fell quiet as well with a final warble, tensing his frame to give Elita as much steady support as he could.]

[Falling silent as well, Elita settled back, leaning equally back against the wall of the trailer and Roller, sort of wedging herself between.

Offlining her optics, she tried to concentrate on redirecting her self-repair to get all the surface aches; a medic would be available soon, with more resources, and she wasn't going to die if she let her deeper injuries wait for the moment.

She was, after all, sitting inside Optimus' trailer, and she felt safe enough to let go of the necessity for quick self-repair on the deeper rends and scratches.]

[He continued on silently, allowing Elita to rest as much as she could. Roller simply settled on a low, rumbling purr, quiet and steady for the injured femme.

Thankfully, it didn't take much longer to get out of the worst of the junkyard, and after that it was a much smoother ride all the way to the nearest medbay.]

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