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Characters: @zephyr, @pharma Location: Somewhere on Cybertron Content Warnings: N/A? Plot Summary: Pharma returns to find medical supplies, finding a crashed Seeker in the process.
The trail of destruction led to a crashed star fighter. Surprisingly, it looked as if it was not in too bad of a condition, with only a few cracks and burns visible from above. However, upon closer inspection, parts of it were seemingly flickering into and out of existence.
The fighter powered up all of a sudden, a blue sulfur glow flaring up along the entire chassis. With the familiar sound of a transformation, a white Seeker stood in its place.
Zephyr collapsed immediately. The damage from reentry was much more visible in robot mode. Her entire abdomen was scorched black, along with an entire side of her wings. Fortunately, the items on her right shoulder guard were left unscathed. She lay down, lights dimming, conserving energy as she was too injured to do anything.
"This is pretty depressing," Zephyr thought. "Escaped the DJD, time travelled, and escaped Axiom Nexus, only to end up dying from lack of energon." She sighed mentally. At least she had a better life than most bots would ever have.
Pharma himself had hugged Ratchet goodbye before going through the Spacebridge that he was unsure of why it worked. He had promised to bring back supplies for them, knowing that they were what was needed dearly. This was what they needed.
The flickering lights had not escaped the gaze of a seeker medic. Though Energon itself was not among the supplies that Pharma would be able to scavenge on Cybertron, he had come off with mesh bandages and tools in case. They were ones that had been left in places that medics had helped the many innocents and the many troops that were hurt.
Seeing the damage, he moved closer. "Please stay calm. I'm...I'm glad that I got here to get supplies. I'm sure Ratchet won't mind a little of them being used for good reason." He spoke with worry. "I need to stabilize you in order to get you back through the Space Bridge. Do you trust me to help you?" That was something he always tried to make sure of. Patients could have some issue that made them panicked at the moment and it was a soothing mechanism that he'd learned from Cogwheel long ago.
Zephyr opened her eyes a crack. It was a Pharma. Most Pharmas she knew were good people, unless they've gone to Delphi. Since most Delphis had a Tarn stationed there, the Pharmas that survive Delphi are usually either insane or evil. So far, she hadn't known any to have survived Tarn and remained good, and the number of Tarn-less Delphis were so small it was insignificant.
So does Zephyr trust him? She didn't have any choice, so she nodded, a barely visible tilt of her head. "Have you... been to Delphi?" she asked weakly. Another question she would've asked was "where am I?" but she didn't have much energon left. She saved it for a request should Pharma answer yes.
Zephyr desperately needed energon. Although the damage to her chassis was somewhat serious, her main problem currently was starvation. The burns weren't that much of a problem. Since she wasn't human, burns weren't enough to make her internal defences useless.
Good. Feh, he wasn't convinced there was all that much good left in the universe in general and he was fairly sure that even if he had a morality tether like Cogwheel and Ratchet, that he wasn't a good mech. If he was, he was still broken regardless. One could not truly convince him he wasn't broken in some way after what Tarn had done. Making him kill. Not to mention...things that no one had seen. It was a wonder he could still fly--perhaps only because other medics were willing to fix his wings.
He wanted to lie, but he knew that was wrong. That would do more harm. Instead, he spoke with a soft, shaken tone. "Yes. Please...don't mention that place." He was trying to stay calm, but he was so sure that he was going to break like fine china. Wasn't that what things like that did to a bot?
He had brought some energon with him in case he was away too long. He wasn't sure what needs she had yet other than dealing with the chassis damage. The burns were bad but nowhere near as much as any damage to chassis plating and her systems. Sadly, he refused to scan really, as he remembered what had happened with his scanner--and why Tarn had damaged his wings in the past. Because he'd tried to fix the recoding of his scanner.
Scrap. A Delphi Pharma. Even so, Zephyr believed the best in people. "Don't... Don't touch... my T-Cog," she murmured.
Not that it would make a difference anyway. Zephyr's T-Cog was fine. Non-Delphi Pharmas wouldn't touch it, Delphi Pharmas would let her die and extract it. For Tarn. If that were true, then indeed, no one escapes the DJD, although it'd be a different one.
To say Zephyr was surprised when Pharma started repairing her would be a great understatement. She was not complaining, however, as the medic started patching her up.
He flinched. He didn't want to have to touch another T-Cog so long as he had to live, unless someone needed their T-Cog re-grown in a clone or something to replace it after damage. "Wouldn't dream of it. No more. Not after I escaped them..." He whispered and sighed heavily. He tried to turn his head for a moment, trying not to purge at the thoughts of Tarn's sick addiction.
Instead, he would be meshing the chassis damage to give it a chance to repair over the mesh framework. She would likely need energon too. Most patients at least needed at least to consume it, if not a full medical drip.
"Energon. Do...you need Energon to kick in some of your self-repair? I can mesh the damage on the chassis, but I know the self-repair will mend it best." He wasn't going to lie here. He had already meshed the damage, but she would need her self-repair for a more lasting repair. That was one of the first things that Cogwheel had taught him so long ago...
That's new. This @pharma is different. It was nice that he asked about energon. "Yes," she whispered. She needed it badly. Her metamaterial coating and the rest of her chassis could repair itself if she had enough energy, but the main problem was that she didn't. Even if she took some energon, she would divert it to her motors first, so Pharma didn't have to carry her, or just in case, to escape.
If Zephyr were captured while trying to run, she could always just pull the cliché invisible prison escape trick, which she used back in Axiom Nexus. Wait in the prison cell invisible by saving up a few days' energon, until someone finds out she has disappeared. Thankfully, the TransTech's advances in technology didn't transfer over to their intelligences, and she escaped when they opened the cell door.
But for now, since Pharma did nothing against her, she was going to trust Pharma.
He carefully would administer the energon, a lower grade that would be easier to handle at the time. "We'll getcha to Ratchet real soon. Back on Earth." Earth, he was missing it right now. Maybe because that was where his protege was waiting for some supplies that Pharma could scavenge.
He felt his spinal struts shiver every now and then and tried to glance over his shoulder. Even now, he often checked over his shoulder to make sure the Decepticon Justice Division wasn't right over his shoulders. Especially not Tarn. Or Kaon for that matter. Kaon was just unsettling, and he dreaded the thought of hearing Kaon's electricity arcing. Or Vos' mask. He'd heard horrors about Vos' face. Oh no...
He drew a quick intake, shuddering, trying to focus on Zephyr. "Going to be okay to walk?" He whispered in concern. "We may have to move quickly...in case."
Upon administration of the energon, Zephyr's systems powered up. She fired her jets, lifting herself off the ground and landing on her feet.
"Thanks for saving me," Zephyr said with a smile. "I'm Zephyr." She expected Pharma to have a lot of questions, such as how she knew about Delphi and T-Cogs. After all, most patients wouldn't ask about Delphi right off the bat.
"We could fly if you'd like," Zephyr told him. Though she was still starving, her energon levels were already well above her minimum. She could afford to transform and fly back.
Pharma gave a noise of relief seeing that she was powered up. His wings seemed to flick down slightly, then back up. He was just relieved at this point! Relieved that she would heal and survive at this point. He hadn't lost his skills just because he'd been forced to do things that no medic should ever have to do.
"Welcome." His manner of speaking was short, but gentle. "And as you know, my name is Pharma." He then paused. "Speaking of...how...did you know about Delphi? I...don't want to talk about it much but I'm curious."
He then gave a relieved sigh, packing the medical goods up once more. "That would be a blessing. Easier to cover more ground and get us back to Earth."
Zephyr transformed into her attack craft mode. "Long story," she said, transforming. She would wait until Pharma led the way so she could fly after him.
::So my friends and I were on the run after the DJD started hunting down pre-war Decepticons. Y'know, those who didn't want a war,:: Zephyr told him over the comm. ::But then they caught up with us, as they always do. We almost got killed but something pulled us through to another planet. The six of us ended up with time machine alt-modes and basically started touring the multiverse, keeping track of anyone affiliated with the DJD. Which includes you.
::I got dragged to Axiom Nexus when a Con called Octus blew a hole in a universe we were in and were left in inter-universal space. The TransTech trapped me in their city and I managed to escape. And I ended up here. I have no idea where "here" is, by the way.::
Pharma himself transformed into his jet ambulance mode, then lifted off, the supplies safely within him for now. He started taking off, leading the way. "We've got some time to kill while trying to get to the Space Bridge." It was a good distance away, and even while able to cover more ground, he was unsure of how fast they could get there.
He seemed to inwardly flinch at the feeling of how she was being tracked down by the DJD. He often worried that was going to be his fate, even if he was an Autobot. They always tried to find their quarry, regardless of who it was or what they had or hadn't done. Though something made him feel even a bit more spooked--that he had been kept track of.
And that in itself had almost made him freeze up. But he knew he had to press on. He had to press on so he tried to bury his reaction within himself, as he had done with the horrors he'd experienced. If he didn't think about them, they wouldn't touch him and the DJD couldn't find him, right?
They couldn't find him and put those who needed him at risk, right?
As Zephyr followed, she surveyed the surroundings on this Cybertron. To her, it looks like her Cybertron. Her Cybertron, not just a random one from a random universe. Admittedly, she hasn't been to her home universe in a long time, so it would probably no longer be the same as she remembered.
"So how's the Delphi crew? They all got out?" Zephyr asked Pharma, oblivious to the fact that this might be a sensitive subject.
Pharma seemed to shiver. This was his Cybertron, but often, he felt lost. He felt lost on a Cybertron he hadn't been on since the fall of Vos--or even somewhat before the fall. Honestly he had felt he had no home once Vos had been destroyed.
His vents hitched. "...If they didn't, that's their faults. I told them to leave when that transformation-addicted tank arrived. That I'd do this on my own..." His optics seemed to be wild. "...No more on Delphi. Do you understand?"
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