[VIDEO] [TRANSMISSION ORIGINATING FROM: JUNKPILE]

[winged_knight]

[The feed opens to a reveal Wing, composed though a tad concerned.]

Greetings. I am Wing. I am searching for a certain medic who's name I regrettably did not get. Autobot, airframe, white red and cyan. Discernible by an unfortunately notable lack of hands.

[He'd leave that part out, because gosh, who needs to be treated to gory descriptions upon a first or even second communication with a stranger, but it really is the greatest identifying feature of the mech he's looking for.]

I met him in the Junk Pile and left him to seek aid, but when I returned he was gone.

Doctor, I hope you're out there and managed to make it to safety by other means. If so could you let me know? Or if anyone else has seen him and can share his whereabouts or condition I'd appreciate it.

Thank you.

((Mostly tying up loose ends here, but run where ever you want with this. ;) ))

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[organ_pharming]

[Quite a while actually! Sorry, he was bored.]

Much appreciated.

[Grin] Have a good evening, Wing.

[Video]

[winged_knight]

[Well that's not awkward...]

Pharma. [He coughs.] Ah, and you as well.

[Well, he HAD been planning on a good evening thank you very much. Wing visibly droops.]

[Video]

[sword_redemption]

[Drift is still distracted by that 'crashing and burning of his hopes'. The one time he talks to Wing and it isn't turning into a swamp of regret and angst, and Pharma...!!]

[No, but Pharma needed him. He knew if the situation were reversed, Pharma would do the same to him. It's not Pharma's fault the timing was bad.]

...sorry, Wing. I-I have to go.

[Video]

[winged_knight]

[And that's the cold hand of spending-another-night-alone wrapping around his spark. He might sob if it wasn't completely undignified. A breathy whimper sneaks out instead.]

I...understand. Of course. Another time Drift. [It's a promise.]

[Patience. All in good time. But for now...a cold trip through the washracks.]