Starfall

[Spacewarp]

Spacewarp was more than happy to get at least a portion of her repairs underway so quickly after crashing. Rolling her visor'd eyes towards the smaller seeker in the crater, she shuffled her wounded legs over towards the waiting medic. She hadn't noticed it earlier, but as the tall femme knelt down for Flatline just about ever fiber in her being cried out in exhaustion and pain simultaneously. Spacewarp locked herself rigidly in place out of instinct, gritting her teeth to let the medic do his work, quickly if at all possible; her empty arm-socket was hurting the most out of everything damaged. She feared that if she were to ask why a Decepticon vessel were here in the first place, the only thing that would come out would be an inelegantly pained moan.

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Staring the new mech up and down he is about to laugh, but instead of sound, energon flies from his mouth. Coughing for a second a blue line dribbles from his chin. Taking a servo he rubs it across his face to clear the mess. Looking up at the medic he smiles "Did I get energon on your pretty paint?" He says, mockingly. Feeling the mech working on his wounds he looks up at the femme "Well, I can see that... your quite big." Realizing what he just said he quickly says "Uh, not in a bad way though." Snorting at the fact that he would need to be taken to a med-bay. "Honestly-" He cougshs "I'm-I'm fine." Grinding his teeth together as he says it.

His optics widen in surprise "So, you're saying that all of the decipticons live on a Spaceship!"

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Flatline ignored the energon splattering on his form, quite frankly being use to such messes. "I've had worse taking spare parts from dead mechs and femmes in Kaon's fighting pits." He scoffed softly, working to do what repairs he could on Blackbolt but noting he was in need of quite a fair bit of repairs. "Sure you are, and a maintenance bot can kill Megatron." Flatline spoke flatly, fighting to not roll his optics at this mech's futile attempts to look tough.

He left Blackbolt for now and moved to Spacewarp, raising an optic ridge when seeing she was holding her own arm. "Primus give strength to our flying forces apparently." He grumbled, taking the arm from her and beginning to repair the connections, or majority of them and making some adjustments and welding some things here and there. It wouldn't make her arm fully functional, but it would do for a field patch job. "Some of the Decepticons live on it. Most of our forces are scattered like the Autobots, but we got a fair bit of superiors on the ship itself, Megatron himself even." Flatline answered the smaller flier once more, going about doing repair work on Spacewarp's worst parts.

[Spacewarp]

Spacewarp's eyes fixed themselves on her now semi-repaired arm, watching as it twitched at random intervals; she could barely feel her fingers, but was nevertheless relieved that she didn't have to carry her severed limb anymore.The thought that Flatline mentioned the name Megatron two more times was quickly shattered as the medic's repairs took him over the still-sparking spot where her wings used to be connected to. A short and painful howl escaped the seeker's lips even after only a few seconds of contact, prompting her to slide her faceplate down in order to muffle any further cries.

Minutes felt like hours to Spacewarp, who would still reel and lurch with every poke and prod from Flatline's tools, despite how she tried to brace herself. As the repairs proceeded she felt the painful cracks and seams in her frame begin to self-heal, making exhaustion the dominant sensation in her body. She felt sore, and tired... her only comfort being that she would be soon taken to a Decepticon vessel.

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Blackbolt hears the medic mutter that the Decepticon air force would need the help of Primus, he scoffs in dissaproval but quickly shuts of as he has to work to stay awake as the medic worked on him. "Thank you for understanding." He tells the medic, "And if a maintenance bot can kill this- this Megatron, who's your leader correct? You may wish for a better one... or less aggressive maintenance crew." He blurts this out, he frowns and figures that his logic center must be a little out of wack. "Um... Forget I said anything." He says, a little suprised he said that.

As the medic starts to weld the femme's arm back Blackbolt makes a valient effort to move towards her and see what had happened. His upper body agreed and lurched forward and his leg even came forward a little, however the other leg -the one that had been jammed earlier- decided that staying is perfectly fine and Blackbolt falls to the ground, he twists his body as he does so that he lands on his back.

On his back the sits up and bends the leg that's agreeing with him, with a great push he hobbles back up, tilting a little as he did

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As Flatline carefully worked, he couldn't help stopping the moment Spacewarp started to howl, optic ridges furrowing in realizing the damage was probably more than it appeared. Then again, he was prodding and working on a highly sensitive spot for most fliers which was their wings, something they took great pride in. And having them damaged no doubt was making this recovery any better. 'I'm going to need better equipment and tools.' He thought, finishing a few more repairs before he stepped away, "This isn't going to work for much longer for you two, not in your condition." Flatline spoke, optics scanning over both with a slight frown.

Without hesitation, the bulky black mech called for another space bridge, the green vortex of energy opening not far from them. "You, into the space bridge. It should go right into the medical bay." Flatline gestured for Spacewarp before he came over towards Blackbolt, seeing the other flier was having difficulty moving. "And you apparently can't walk right now." He added, helping the smaller flier up gingerly as he could, helping the mech to the space bridge and stepping through.

[Spacewarp]

The glittering green space bridge danced in Spacewarp's eyes, a somewhat familiar sight in this strange 'dream'. Even stranger was the fact that it remained stable for as long as she looked at it; she remembered many of the experiments back on Cybertron, mostly how they each ended in failure. Yet here one was, functioning at peak efficiency. She began to lumber towards it slowly, gradually beginning to feel her legs again. Spacewarp trudged on without any more audible protest possibly due to the fact that her cries of pain continued to be muffled beneath her mask.

That ever-growing mass of questions continued to fester in the recesses of the seeker's mind, threatening to boil over if they weren't answered soon. A moment later and her battered frame sank into the green field, transported up to the Nemesis. Hopefully, she would receive both wings and answers.