[binary code transmission]

[sword_redemption]

[After this]

011100000111001001101001011100110110110100100000000011010000101000001101000010100000110100001010

.....

01100100011011110110111000100111011101000010000001110100011100100111010101110011011101000000110
10000101000001101000010100000110100001010

...

011100110111000001100001011100100110101100001101000010100000110100001010


01100101011110000111000001100101011100100110100101101101011001010110111001110100011100110000110100001010

....

....

01100011011011110110110101101101001000000110010001101001011100110110000101100010011011000110010101100100

.......

01101000011001010110110001110000  [*coordinates*]


[Binary translation courtesy of this translates to: Prism....don't trust....spark experiments...comm disabled...help. Drift will be unable to reply via comm. So. uh. get creative? ]

Comments

Herp derp pretend there are brackets up there and such, etc.

[my_own_trope]

[Some might even say a scallywag!

Around a mound of garbage comes a vision in heels and gray. Or you know, around the mound of crap comes a robot who is so slender it's bordering on ridiculous. I mean honestly, the guy was even slimmer than Rung in some place and that was saying something.

Finally spying Drift, Starscream tilted his head back to get a good look.]

"Relax; help has arrived~."

[There was nothing out of the ordinary about the way Starscream's eyes sized up the fallen mech -- completely normal. Who wouldn't be able to stare at all that damage? Furthermore, isolating and understanding the damage was a totally legitimate first step in rescue & recovery.]

oh gosh no I think my html fail FAR surpasses yours *facepalm*

[sword_redemption]

[It's a vision, all right.]

[He lets the sword fall slack, giving a relieved vent of air.]

Thank you for coming.

[Of course. After Delphi, Drift's gotten a little used to being eyeballed as a series of symptoms. He's not exactly a feast for the optics any other way, after all. ]

/casually uses quotation marks and action!brackets

[my_own_trope]

[Starscream offers an almost demure half-smile as he circles around Drift and then drops daintily to a crouch at his side.]

Put the sword away, it's making me nervous.

[Even as he says that, he's reaching for the weapon.]

format is for the peons.

[sword_redemption]

....not really...in any shape....

[He's really not. His chestplate's been sheared open, the internal components mauled, his body slick with clotty energon.]

[He lets the jet pry the sword from his fingers.] ...looks that bad, huh?

He's going to keep the sword if no one takes it back from him

[my_own_trope]

[He hardly seems concerned at all, and certainly not alarmed. If anything, he looks like he's trying to calculate something. Breezily:]

I've had worse. [That tends to happen when your boss is Megatron.] You'll be fine so long you do as I say.

Now. How still.

[One hand dips into the hole in Drift's chest, inspecting an artery-like line.]

Aside from the damage it looks like your system is healthy.

it's not the Great Sword so no biggie, but Vandal and Gunmax probably will get it back anyway. :)

[sword_redemption]

[He's heard 'do as I say' a few too many times lately, mostly from Prism. He tenses up, optics wary. But he doesn't move, optics merely fixed on Starscream's face, until the line about healthy.]

[Because he's not. And he knows it. His fuel lines are corroded from Pharma's 'cure', his autorepair overstressed to the point of heatstrain...even before this.]

[One hand grabs for one of the smaller wrists.]

No.

IN COMES THE CALVARY

[engrishdetective]

[What's this? Can you sense the abrupt bad English in the air as well as a horrible attitude and a tiny bit of crazy?

That'd be Gunmax and Vandal coming over on the biker's motorcycle. And suffice it to say, when Gunmax arrives?

He looks extremely ticked, Starscream.]

Well, well. What do we have here.

[He leaps off of Gunbike, almost recklessly it seems, but the motorcycle seems to know to go into park as Gunmax goes after Starscream immediately.]

DA DA DAAAAAAAAAAAA

[vandalization]

[Vandal struggles out of the not-so-dignified sidecar, trading her plasma cutter for her Line Gun and leveling it with Starscream, not stopping her approach.]

Get the fuck away from him, asshole. One wrong move and I take your legs off.

[It's hard to keep her eyes off the hole in Drift's chest. Holy fuck... fortunately Ratchet gave her a crash-course in basic Cybertronian first-aid.]