Primal Arrival (Open)

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Characters: Slice, Open
Location: Roswell, New Mexico, somewhere near the Roswell Army Air Field
Content Warnings: N/A
Plot Summary: Slice is thrown from a temporal storm and makes a rough landing in the famed area of Roswell.

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The cockpit flashed red as the alarms blared in her audios.

Slice was struggling to keep the ship airborne, but warnings flashed across her screen warning of damage to the hull and engines. Whatever she had gone through had given her ship a rough go, as well as its occupant with the left side of her face now bleeding a small stream of energon down the side of her face from a small gash. She had been slammed forward against the console when being violent sucked into the storm, unable to call Shred from the cockpit due to interference.

Nothing responded no matter what the sniper attempted to do. "Frag it, this is going to hurt." She muttered, only able to pull the controls up enough the ship crashed back end first before the rest of it followed, sliding across the ground and throwing various pieces across the ground. Once it finally came to a stop Slice collapsed in her chair, giving a deep sigh of relief while wiping away some of the energon leaking from her gash.

Body sore from the crash, Slice got up from her chair to physically examine the extent of the damage, uncertain if her ship had been picked up by any senors or not upon entry.

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First Aid had always been too nice for his own good. At least, that was what his brothers said. Which was why, with no pressing matters to attend to in the medbay, he was watching the monitors as a new signal entered their radar. A fellow Cybertronian, just arrived. His visor brightened briefly as he watched the signal go from atmosphere to ground rather quickly. Quickly enough to cause damage. A pang of empathy went through him as he thought of his own crash that had occurred not so long ago.

It took only a moment, just a second to make the decision. Then, he was grabbing a kit, already packed with the necessary tools for on-site care, and opening a ground bridge. Sunstreaker, who was officially on duty, gave him a look that clearly questioned his sanity in approaching without backup or correct affirmation of allegiance, but, First Aid paid him no mind. As a battlefield medic, he knew that nanoseconds could make the difference between a mech offlining or living another day. And, with a crash like that, it was difficult to say what kind of shape the new arrival would be in.

"I'll leave my comm open. If I need backup, you'll know."

The golden frontliner gave a 'hmph' of acknowledgement, returning to buffing his chassis despite it's already perfect sheen.

First Aid took that as all the permission he needed to go, opening a ground bridge to the coordinates of the crash site and stepping through.

As soon as he did, he paused, taking in the sight of the crash. It was a mess, to be certain. The ship had left quite a gash in the Earth and taken some pretty severe damage itself. But, First Aid was more concerned about the occupant of said ship. It seemed to be a one-man vessel, from what he could tell. He hoped that he wouldn't have to climb in after the mech inside, that always made treatment difficult.

He opened a comm, keeping his word to Sunstreaker even as he attempted to contact whoever was inside.

::Hello? Are you alright in there?:: he asked kindly, worry clear in his tone.

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The ship was totaled, inside and out. A quick run through with her optics and manual diagnostics confirmed that, making it unlikely the ship would be going anywhere any time soon. Pit, she would be lucky if it ever flew again. 'Shred would be delighted it lasted through a cosmic storm like that but devastated it didn't make it in a crash.' Slice thought with some disappointment.

It had been one of the only working pieces of flying tech they had on Chicxulania since they had gone native. To say the least it was somewhat of a blow to their slow advancements and a waste of the young Autobot's skills.

Sighing, Slice turned away from the console, deciding there was little more she could do but explore where she had wound up. As if reading her thoughts, someone hailed the open frequencies, causing her to perk up slightly. It appeared someone had at least picked up on the signal so she was not alone but she didn't answer right away either. Instead she turned to the hatch off to the side of the ship, having to ram her shoulder against it a few times before it gave a low hiss as it opened, allowing her to step out from the ship at last.

Optics adjusting to the sunlight, Slice found herself facing the Autobot medic, "I've had worse." She finally answered, stepping fully from the ship and dusting herself off. "And is it a requirement for Autobots to be adorable and innocent in non-combative roles?"