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[You know how usually someone wakes at the altar of the temple they’re at, confused about their location? Not this one. Yeah, apparently he’s one of the few who actually listen to the acolytes. There's no sense in repeating what seemed to be a firm answer, so he'll just roll with the punches. There's a click of the video feed as it shows Metalhawk's face, a bit intrigued by the new addition of the Link.

With the glisten of Prima's temple in the background.]

I’m alive.

[He honestly couldn’t believe it. He felt the gun hit his body, the energy hitting his spark and causing immeasurable pain. By all accounts, he should be more than dead right now. He won’t even remark on his missing arm. It doesn’t matter right now.]

So this is not some form of the afterlife, but rather an alternate version of Cybertron. And from the looks of it, rather primitive.

Bumblebee, are you there? Any of the Unaligned?

[And then, his voice lowers, almost dangerously.]

And Starscream. If you’re there, I seek council with you as well.

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[whatbedsidemanners]

Hmm.

You're at Prima's Temple? Please stay where you are, I'll come to you.

[She wants to check him out just to be sure. Also because you don't always get the chance to study living dead people.]

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[Oh, that's a nice gesture. There's a look of slight relief on his face as she answers. It's not like he can fly like this, so she'd be the faster of the two.]

I appreciate it. I won't be far from the temple's entrance.

[whatbedsidemanners]

[She gives him a brisk nod before cutting the feed and motoring out of there. It takes her a good half-hour to get there, must to her frustration. Her response times were terrible, she wishes she could do something about that.

Upon transforming, she realizes just how badly Metalhawk is damaged. Without so much as a greeting, she marches over him and points to a nearby bench, her expression deadly serious.]

Sit right there.

[She raises her left arm and starts initiating her scanning device as she waits for Metalhawk to obey her orders.]

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[And surprisingly, he sits down as he's told. Medics were invaluable to any and all living things. You didn't fight against them when you knew you needed help. Even Metalhawk could see that. Faction meant nothing in that scenario, so why fight it?

Maybe he expected a greeting, but it wasn't...overly necessary. Although it does make him groan on the inside.]

As you'd like me to.

[whatbedsidemanners]

[He gets points for cooperating and not insisting that he's perfectly okay. She gives him a cold look before sitting down next to him and sweeping her scanner over the worst of his injuries.

A frown tugs at the corner of her mouth as she transforms her tool into a blowtorch and starts welding any loose energon lines together. He'll be fine as long as she can get the worst of it closed.

If her bedside manner was warmer, she might have said that to him as a way to comfort him.]

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[And he holds still, knowing that when it came to life and death (or returning to life), best to let the medics be the boss. Although when she gets the welding torch out and starts sealing off energon lines, he grips the side of the metal structure he's sitting on, biding the pain.

She was helping, so he had no room to complain.]

Thank you. For your immediate assistance.

[whatbedsidemanners]

That's what I'm here for.

[Try not to take her coldness too personally Metalhawk, Red Alert is not known for her cuddly nature. She gives him a steady look, before returning to her welding. After a few minutes, she leans away and doublechecks her work.]

I would like you to spend a couple days at my medical bay. With some work, I can have you looking as good as new. It will take some time, however.

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[It's alright, Red Alert. You remind him of another certain Cybertronian, when it came to masking his emotions. Although you're much easier to speak with.

By infinite amounts.]

It seems I have no other alternatives, not that the one I'm presented with is undesirable.

[More of an inconvenience. Something that could have been avoided.]