Medical Outpost FUBAR.Blades watched the outpost at work, silently. He’d only arrived there to drop off a wounded ‘con and been too amazed to leave, but now the truce was over. The temporary alliance between the Autobots and Decepticons was no more and yet... he didn’t really care. In the time he had spent in the company of this... outright bizarre... Decepticon unit, he had felt more useful than he had in years and he’d even, almost, had
fun.
Their monster,
Crueljaw, had beaten one of his team half to death and they had shrugged it off as a joke. Their leader was a mech no bigger than Rewind, yet he commanded the respect of all of them, and the way that crazy medic was handling the bodies thrown at him was unlike anything First Aid could manage... he’d repaired
Sideswipe without question, yet right now was haggling with Starscream of all people!? They'd even had the perfect chance to kill Bumblebee but didn't - He wouldn't have hesitated if a 'con had fired at him!
The thing was, even now the war had 'resumed', they didn’t appear to care either. They just did whatever they wanted, and had true freedom. Surely, this is what the Autobots always fought for, and yet these Decepticons already had it? This was all backwards. He'd done almost nothing throughout the battle, but barely had any urge to hit anything right now he was so at peace, although he did idly wonder how long he’d last against that brute Crueljaw...
Then his orders arrived.
Hot Spot wrote:>>Protectobots, Magnus wants the injured back on the Guardian....<<
Ugh! More corpse detail?! He’d joined the Protectorbots as a guardian for the team, the only real fighter in a unit like that was bound to get a good scrap every now and again, right? No. Corpse detail. Again. But he still had a job to do, and he’d spent way too much time here helping his supposed ‘enemy’ already.
“Uh, it's Psychout, right?” He spoke hesitantly. Addressing a ‘con as almost a colleague still felt wrong, but he had given no reason to even consider him as an enemy. “My orders are in, I’m taking Sideswipe back to the shuttle for dust off now... so uh... are we going to have a problem here?”
Psychout, for his part, was
furious, but not with Blades. He was aggressively unfolding the crumpled heap of
Feedback with help from
Crueljaw. The cassette stopped for a second having forgotten Blades was even there. “Oh, you’re still here? Well, Mal didn’t kill you, so you must have done a good job of helping him out. Means you’re alright by us, even for an Autobot. Take him and go, we won’t stop you.”
Without another word, Blades transformed into his Helicopter altmode, circled the base one last time, almost reluctant to leave, dropped his grappling hook onto the sleeping form of
Sideswipe and flew him off towards the shuttle.
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Hot Spot, this is Blades. I’ve got a repaired Sideswipe here, and I’m en-route to the shuttle now. Did we cut the Fallen up good then, or what?<<<
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Medical Outpost FUBAR.Psychout barely noticed Blades departure, too busy watching Mal and Starscream have their private discussion. He was well aware that Mal knew what he was doing, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. Meanwhile, his temper was getting him nowhere with
Feedback, although he had realigned enough neural synapses that the comms specialist could recover consciousness any time now. Instead, he turned to Landgrab, stoic and silent; Shockwave reclining on one slab, the second empty, assumedly for that incompetent wreck Starscream, “switch to your mobile mode and let’s move out
'Grab, let’s get the Commander back to the Thantos.
Jaws, keep hold of Feedback in case he wake-” but his train of thought was derailed by a waking tiger.
He took a step back from Rampage, who had begun to wake up and was looking somewhat irritated. “The Fallen is dead, your damage is fixed and
Divebomb up there will take you back to your Lord. The other two should wake up any time now too, but your weapon is likely buried in the rock you were dragged from after you got hit."
>>Lord
Razorclaw, this is Operative Psychout. We are preparing to move out from the Med station, but will need a clean up crew to remove the wreckage behind us, as we still have wounded that need to be carried. Do we have vehicon or seeker drones remaining?<<