[Accidental Audio] Backdated to sometime late on the 8th

[notyourblueangel]

[At first, only static is heard.  If anyone cares to pay attention and trace the signal, they'll realize that it's 1) originating from Thundercracker's Link, and 2) coming from some random location out on the wastelands.  About the time these two things would be established, a voice is heard through the auditory "snow".]

N-no . . . no, p-please . . . I-I'm . . . I'm s-sorry, please, I-I . . . please d-don't . . . p-please . . .

[The voice is almost inaudibly soft, broken with unmistakable terror and despair, and though nearly unrecognizable compared to what people would be used to from the powerful Decepticon Seeker . . . undoubtedly belongs to Thundercracker.]

[The whimpering pleas will continue for a bit before something shifts, presumably knocking against the communicator, and the feed quits.]

Comments

[Action!] 8D

[notyourblueangel]

[He does indeed spot a shape - a winged, blue shape of folded up limbs and a black, tucked helm. Didn't know such a large mech could curl up so small, did you?]

[Action!] \o/

[skylynx]

[Oh yeah, he sees him. He rolls as he drops down closer to the ground. He'll circle for a moment, checking for danger. When he doesn't find any, he swoops closer. He backwings to land, before dropping to the ground with a thud.

He keeps his wings half folded just incase, and he ducks his head down as he approaches Thundercracker.]

Thundercracker?

[Action!] <3

[notyourblueangel]

[By the time Skylynx has landed, Thundercracker's been talking to Ventus and Rose and he's uncurled a bit, even onlined his optics and is looking around, shock and confusion on his face. Now that the predacon is this close, he'll be able to see the injuries too. The Seeker looks like he went a few rounds with a magma monster - he's scorched, paint blistered and panels warped from partially melting.]

[About this point, he's also realizing the approach of something - some/ONE/ - big and heavy. He's SCRAMBLING to his feet, optics overbright, before he finally registers the identity of the other mech.]

S-skylynx...?

[Action!]

[skylynx]

[Skylynx sees the scrambling and stops his approach. He stands tall for a moment as the other gets his bearings and recognizes him. He gives a rumble of confirmation.]

Yes, it is me Skylynx. I saw you on the link, and come to find you.

[Action!]

[notyourblueangel]

[Thundercracker doesn't know Skylynx well enough to allow (by choice) any sign of weakness to show, so he's doing his damnedest to give the impression that he's all right.  Even Skylynx will be able to tell, though, that he's clearly not.]

  Ah . . . thank you.  I don't . . . think I can transform to fly back myself, and I'm sure it'd be a long walk.  Where are we, exactly?

  Did you . . . see any, ah . . . demons or other monsters on your way here?

[Action!]

[skylynx]

[Yes, he can tell. Even if he hasn't known him for very long, he can tell something is off about him. The Predacon tilts his head some.]

We are outside the Haven. Those badlands.

[At the question, his eyes narrow some, and he glances around again before looking back at Thundercracker.]

No, I checked before landing. We are only ones here. But can carry you back to the Haven.

[Action!]

[notyourblueangel]

[As much as he normally hates to rely on anyone else for anything, let alone admit a complete inability to do something as natural and integral as /flying/ . . . he has no real pride right now, so he just...nods.]

  I'd appreciate that.  Thank you, Skylynx.

[Action!]

[skylynx]

[It was just an offer. If Thundercracker wanted to fly back on his own, or try, Skylynx would've flown beside him. He just nods in return.]

....how do you want to be carried? [He'll give some coice. But it's not much. Either the front claws or the back.

[Action!]

[notyourblueangel]

[With as damaged as he is –paint blistered, armor warped and partly /melted/ in places –he's not even going to try.  He knows he can't transform, too many seams are buckled and impacted.]

  However's most comfortable for you is fine.

[Action!]

[skylynx]

If you can hang on and stay out of the way of my wings, I can carry you on my back. [He'll even lower himself to let him on. He notices now, too, in what condition the other is in.]

[Action!]

[notyourblueangel]

[Any other time, he'd be mortified at best to have to hitch a ride like this. Right now? He has no pride. He just climbs on, careful to settle himself clear of the bases of Skylynx's wings.]

Thank you, Skylynx.