Stopping by

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Characters: @maleki , @stormgear
Location: Unspecified deep forest area. Rocky, mountainous terrain. A few miles from main roads/ mountain passes. Remote.
Content Warnings: Small amounts of blood and gore, and indication of abusive language.
Plot Summary: Vehicon Maleki wakes up a few days after crashing on Earth, having taken heavy damage from his crash. The injured mech's coms are down, and as he cusses, he realizes he needs a hand. As such tales go, there is someone near who just might lend a helping hand~

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-[System reboot initiated]
-[Attempt 89]
-[Commencing...]


-[Reboot successful]
-[Activation sequence in progress]

Maleki’s spark flickered to, it’s weak signal at last grasping the opportune kick-start it needed for him to wake up. His yellow visor beamed upward, greeting late morning sun with it’s faded hue. Malei squinted behind his visor, as he moved his helm out of the way of the sun’s glaring rays, before getting his bearings. He was dead in the middle of a forest region, trees had sprouted from the ground from every direction. Blue mountains were faded in the distance, haunted by gigantic clouds who threatened the sky with potential rain.

“Oh brother.” The vehicon grumbled, as his mind groggily pieced itself together. He tried standing up, only to see sparks flying from his chest, his vision darkening for a second. With furrowed brows Maleki assessed his body: He was at the end of a long crater. His stasis pod’s crashed remains were scattered everywhere, blackened fragments of trees were scattered everywhere. Maleki turned his helm to see he was leaning up against a smooth rock. Of course he couldn’t feel a nickel’s worth of anything thanks to his ridiculous lack of pain receptors. He grtuned, as he tried moving again. Once more, his vents hissed, his visor flickered and his chassis tremebled. Something was terribly wrong. Maelki couldn’t make sense of it though. All limbs were in tact. His armor was a little battered, thanks to being sent flying out of his stasis pod upon his crash landing. He could move his fingers. Maleki continued to go over a routine mental check up every time he woke up from his spark shutting off temporarily.

Okay, he’d already looked over the important stuff. Vitals were obviously online. Duh, or he’d be dead. Then Maleki remembered a favorite pair of appendages.
“No, not my wings!” He cursed, finding them crumpled, brotken, batted. The rock he was leaning up against was broken. He must have run into it with lots of momentum. He continually turned his helm back and forth to get views of that spot on his back he’d barely be able o reach if he needed to scratch it. Dried energon was caked around his back and the rock, a certain jagged edge had penetrated the area around his ribcage.

My fragging internal systems must be damaged. No wonder I’ve been out. Maleki thought to himself. Desperately, he checked his coms. Nope. Those were broken. He tried his scanners. Those weren’t doing too great either. He moaned a string of curses while he tried hard to get up once more, trying to push his arms into the ground so he’d be free. But he was weak. Frag. My energon reserves must be low. Maleki realized. Of course he didn’t have strength. Maybe some rations were in his subspace. Exhaling, he tried to reach for his subspace only to discover that his wings were jamming his arms. Maleki growled as he tried hard, releasing a good amount of angered cusses each time he failed. If he could just get that darned energon~