08 // [Video/Text]

[flashdrive]

[Whoa, Rewind, you look like you've seen better days. The feed cuts to the library, with a flash drive huddled up on one of the many seats littered about it. Ambus, his acolyte seems to hover over him, books held in its hand. There's soft coughing coming from the flash drive, attempting to sit up and look at the screen.]

เ ђคשє ร๏๓єtђเภﻮ เ ђคשє t๏ รคא...

[Cough cough. Wow, Rewind, you sound all modulated and awful. Ambus seems to notice, leaning over further as if to mother hen. Rewind, stick to typing.]

[So he will. Fingers reach out to the keys of the link, typing things up as best he can.]


If anyone has a problem with the A.I. members of our community, you're going to answer to me.

I've noticed their treatment over the Link.

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[needlefingers]

[Well the idiot part is perfectly true.]

I'm coming. ETA fifteen minutes.

Try to stay alive until then, please.

[flashdrive]

tђคภкร, ๔๏๓єא...

[That's all he can get out before curling back into that 'couch', Ambus hovering over him protectively.


Potentially.]

[needlefingers]

[He hurries as fast as he can, but it still takes twenty minutes to get there. The fear that something horrible is happening to Rewind sticks to the back of his mind, making it difficult to think about anything else.

The door is practically thrown open as he runs in. His dramatic entrance is somewhat ruined by his tripping over his own feet and sprawling onto the floor.]

Uggh...

I'm here. Sorry I took so long.

[He says from his spot on the floor.]

[flashdrive]

[He hears the crash, peeking over the couch, Ambus even slowly turning his head to see the intruder. There's a weak gesure of his hand as the acolyte slowly wanders over, helping to try and lift the bot up.]

[There's nothing coherent from the miniature bot, just a modulated whine.]

[needlefingers]

Rewind.

[It frightens him to see him like this. Small, helpless... all the things that Rewind isn't. The acolyte goes completely ignored as he gets to his feet and rushes over to his conjunx endura.]

Don't... Don't...

[His vocalizer dies several times as he gently picks up the flashdrive and cradles him gently against his chest.]

It'll be okay. I'm here. Please...

[flashdrive]

[It feels like forever since Chromedome's held him like this. Maybe he's a little too weak to realize it fully, but he curls in--instinctively to that touch. It was just sickness, sure. Normally he'd brush it off. He'd say he was fine despite everything. But coughs ravage him.

Not exactly very convincing.

The glow of his visor dims, a hand reaching up to rub the side of Chromedome's face.

Maybe for this one moment he could pretend all the stuff happening wasn't a thing. That the only thing important was right now with them. No Firstforged, no Cybertron, no Prowl. Just them.


It'd felt so long since he could feel that. Even if he was too sick to really relish in it.]

เ'๓ Ŧเภє...