[Video] From outside of Haven somewhere

[notyourblueangel]

[The video feed is broken and staticky, and shows Thundercracker looking quite the worse for wear.  His cooling fans labor audibly over the crackling of the poor quality of the comm link, a sure sign of distress - in his case, a lot of pain.]

If . . . if anyone c-can hear me . . . could use a transp-*BUZZSTATIC* -Haven.  It's slow-going on foo-*CRACKLE*  I-I'm at . . . these coordinates.

[He transmits, hoping the data gets through.  With that, he'll cut the feed to conserve power, answering if anyone responds but otherwise keeping his comm only on stand-by.]




((ooc: LOL obv. ignore the shackles in the pic.  Also, I don't know who to credit.  A friend shared it with me some time ago, probably found it on Pixiv.  If anyone knows the artist's name, I'd LOVE to know it!))

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[Action?]

[raceme]

[He got the coordinates, even if the whole post was hard to decipher. Blurr will ask what happened once he gets there, for now he's driving as fast as he can.]

[Action!]

[notyourblueangel]

[Blurr will find Thundercracker about halfway between Haven and the Badlands, leaning on an outcropping of rock. He’s paused to work some more on the servos in his right knee, but at the sound of approach, he looks up, bringing his one working rifle up to bear. But then he sees who it is and the rifle comes down, arm dropping with visible exhaustion.]

Blurr…

[Action!]

[raceme]

[He didn't even stop at the view of the rifle, he knew Thundercracker wouldn't use it against him. And he liked to think that he could avoid the shot if he were wrong.

Whathappened? I'm not SURE how fast can I get you to the MEDBAY very quickly but I will contact others for more help.

[Action!]

[notyourblueangel]

[His cooling fans rattle heavily with stress and pain, one of them catching audibly on a corner of their housing where it got crushed inward a little. Despite the pain, Blurr gets a faint grin - he's notably larger and far heavier than the Autobot. He's not so sure that Blurr could get him anywhere without help, but he appreciates the willingness. He frowns as he turns his sluggish processor back to the question.]

I don't . . . remember. I c-can't remember. There was that . . . noise, that . . . c-calling. I . . . last I knew I-I was talking to Soundwave . . . and Nexus Prime . . . a-and then . . .

[He shakes his head in frustration, pressing a coolant-covered hand to his helm.]

I remember noise . . . thought it was going to drive me insane. [He scowls.] M-maybe it . . . did. Next thing I know, I'm up to my wingtips in . . . I don't know . . . "monsters," I guess. I don't know what they were. I think . . . I was close to the edge of the Badlands. [He looks up at Blurr.] I don't remember leaving Haven. [And that BOTHERS him.]

[Action!] Megatron's turn to tag after this reply? c:

[raceme]

[You are bigger and heavier but Blurr woudl at least try. He got willpower to compensate his petite frame.] ItsfineitsfienItwillbealright..Save your energy WE can talk about it once you are better _{many other} felt that urge too ME included.

[Blurr gets closer to check Thudnercracker's injuries and boy, he sure doesn't like what he sees. Then he (carefully) lifts one of Thundercracker's arms and gets under it.] We need to get you to the medbay quickly TRY to lean on me? I will suport your weight. [Or try, at least.]

[Action!] Megatron is here bbs~!

[a_father_to_his_men]

[Megatron had spotted the blue shape in the distance, and sure that he had found Thundercracker speed straight for the point. As he got closer he realize that it was both Blurr and Thundercracker.

He transformed into his root mode as he came in for a landing, ending on his feet not far from where the two were.]

Blurr, no offence but maybe I should take that spot, I think I am a bit better built for that.

[He then shifted his focus to the flyer.]

Do you feel up to walking? If not I can carry you.

[Action!] YAY! *glomps you both...just cuz* XD

[notyourblueangel]

[Blurr has earned enough respect and trust from the veteran Decepticon that he offers no resistance to the Autobot getting so close when he's as vulnerable as he is, letting Blurr check him over, then get under his arm.]

Thank you, Blurr. [He tries to bear his own weight as much as possible, leaning on Blurr more for balance than outright support. Then another flyer approaches. Again, being in as vulnerable a position as he is, his first reaction is to try to defend himself, rifle coming up . . . and again lowering as he recognizes the alt-mode of his liege. Relief replaces the alarm.]

[He shifts, keeping Blurr on one side as he reaches to accept support from Megatron on his other. The words, however, make him straighten in spite of himself. Decepticons - at least in his world - are brutally conditioned against showing weakness before anyone, much less their commanding officer. And more than that, Thundercracker is nothing if not a proud mech. He sets his jaw as he shakes his head.]

Thank you, sir. I can walk. I just . . . could use a steadying hand.

[He's leaning on both mechs - both friends - more than he'd like, but at least he's on his own feet.]

[Action!] <33333!

[raceme]

[Blurr tenses when he sees Thundercracker raise his rifle again. He not sure how familiar is the seeker with the other Decepticon. He knew Megatron enough to know he's a good friend to have. He gives Thundercracker a soft squeeze to try to sooth him down. ]

Is _{good to see you} sir Megatron sir. [The smaller bot smiled, relieved. He was very aware of his limitaitons.]

[Action!] awww I like hugs <3

[a_father_to_his_men]

[Megatron realized he had probably stung the flyer's ego, even if it had been an accident, with his offer. While the offer to take all of the burden of the flyer was an automatic one from caring for the Decepticons back in his home universe he realized he needed to temper his reactions a bit when it came to Thundercracker.

He moved to the flyer's open side, offering his arm to provide support without creating too much difficulty in the height differences.]

You have my support, how ever much you feel you need.

[He hoped that wording would let Thundercracker decide how much to use, and not imply that he was incapable of carrying himself.]

[Action!] 8D \o/ Also....Note to self: STOP DISAPPEARING ON PEOPLE orz

[notyourblueangel]

[Thundercracker looked down at Blurr, giving him a nod at the soft squeeze. And . . . he did get what Megatron had intended to mean. Just . . . knee-jerk reactions and old habits not dying and all that. He does take the larger mech's arm, leaning gratefully.]

Thank you. Both of you.

One of the medics . . . Ambulon? Has contacted me. He said he's on call at his clinic. Him or Vandal.

A . . . a transport would . . . probably be a good idea too.

[As much as he hated to admit that. He's proud . . . but he's practical.]

[Action!] RL keep us busy, don't worry.

[raceme]

[Blurr understood those reactions, sometimes he couldn't help but feel wary about certain Decepticons that lived in this new Cybertron. Old habits die hard.]

Dontmentionit. [Blurr gave him a small smile and then looked at Megatron.] Ambulon is a good reliable medic I'M SURE he will be able to help. [The smaller bot still tried to check on Thundercracker's wounds as they moved, analyzing which one was probably the one that needed to be taken care of first.] Can you TURN off your pain receptors?

[Action!] Haha watch me do the same thing... orz

[a_father_to_his_men]

[He made sure that his arm gave more support than the flyer took, ensuring that he wouldn't have to put too much of his weight on his own legs.]

Your welcome, now let's get you back to Haven and the medbay.

[He considers the statement and tries to think of anyone they can call on who might be able to carry the flyer. He could possibly fly with him, but there was a risk of the air pressure from flight causing more damage before they reach their destination.]