Zepar tries to aid where he can.
“Shockwave, do you copy?” He asks on the comlink.
“Affirmative,” comes Shockwave’s reply. “I have just come aboard to assess the damage that has befallen my laboratory. The destruction is considerable, but can be mended.”
@meepinater Sorry I missed this my dude.
IC: At this moment, a medical team races by, carrying two bots inside floating pods, hooked up to a swath of tubes and harnesses.
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“We may need help in medbay healing the Predacons that fled the New Decepticons.” Zepar said.
“Understood,” Shockwave replies. “I can add my records of predacon anatomy and physiology to the ship’s medical database. That should prove sufficient.”
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In the back corner of Little Iacon, within the former parking complex turned hangout, the four misfits were resting after a stressful mission.
Fortress was charging, his arm repaired. Starchaser was resting against his leg, Broadwing curled up next to her sleeping.
Starchaser sighed.
“After all this time… After everything that’s happened… I can’t believe we’re finally going home.”
“Speak for yourself fly-girl, I’ve never even been to Cybertron. Not before I joined this crew anyway.”
Pipebomb replied.
“Huh, really?”
“Yep. I’m a junkion born and raised.”
“Well I know that. I just figured you would have been to Cybertron before.”
Pipebomb shrugged.
“Never had a reason to before all this.”
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Around the parking complex, the main hangar was in ruins. Great holes had been blasted into the walls around the miniature city, and entire buildings had fallen out onto the grassy valley far below. Some fires still burned from the New Decepticon attack, which were being dealt with by the crew. Topside walked the streets nearby, personally taking in the sheer scope of the damage.
Pipebomb casually walked over to the door and looked out at the carnage that their little nook narrowly avoided.
“So… Should we stay here?”
The junkion asked.
“Pipebomb we just moved in. Why would we leave?”
Starchaser asked, not even bothering to look in his direction.
“Wings, the city outside is in ruins.”
“And yet we’re fine.”
“Starchaser, there’s literally massive holes in the ship’s hull. I can see the planet beneath us!”
“Our nook is fine. Fortress has a home. I finally got the lights fixed. We can stay.”
Pipebomb paused.
“Hold up. Isn’t this usually the other way around? You’re the worried one and I’m the one who doesn’t care about it?”
Starchaser replied in a tired, dry, deadpan tone.
“Pipebomb, you have no idea how much I had to go through to get this set up. The only way I’m abandoning this place is if the entire ship is falling apart around us.”.
“It almost did!”
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With perfect timing, an I-beam falls from the hangar ceiling outside parking structure. It plummet down past a window and hits the deck with a loud crash.
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Pipebomb jumpped back in surprise.
“Sweet Solus Prime!”
“Did it hit any of our stuff?”
Starchaser asked, still not looking over to Pipebomb.
“Well, no.”
“Good. Then we’re fine.”
“Of all the times you learn how to chill I’m shocked that it’s now.”
“Listen, you didn’t tour around Cybertron with the decepticons during the war. Staying in half blown up bases is nothing I’m new to.”
Pipebomb sighed.
“Fine. But if I fall out the bottom you better catch me.”
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Spectrum watches the medical team. “N-need help?” She calls after them, following the floating pods.
One of the lights above the group’s heads flickers out and shatters.
Forcep follows, ready to offer his assistance as well. Sprocket lay within one of the pods, barely conscious and with a cluster of tubes feeding energon into a hole in his chest. In the other, Greasemonkey lay comatose, badly burnt all over his body.
One of the medics escorting the pods faces Spectrum. “We’ll take any help you can give,” he says. “Sprocket’s in critical condition and Greasemonkey’s got severe burns and trauma.”
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Starchaser growled with very visible irritation, as small pieces of broken glass rained down on her.
Fortress looked up at the light and at the area outside, and ran some quick mental calculations.
“Local structural integrity is compromised. Relocation is advised.”
“Fiiiiiiine…”
Starchaser hesitantly groaned.
“But I swear to Primus once we get back home and fix this mess, I am getting you a home.”
“Officially speaking, I am still autobot property. My home is-”
“I will talk to Ultra Magnus himself if I have to and get you dismissed! Knowing the autobots they’d probably just shove you in some bunker where they put all their heavy weapons when they don’t need them.”
Pipebomb said nothing. He was just happy that they’d go somewhere that wasn’t falling apart. He walked over to the others and started packing his things.
“Thank you, Shockwave.” Zepar says.
“You guys doing alright up there?” Topside shouts up to the group from the deck. “Everybody get back in one piece?”
“Your gratitude is noted,” Shockwave responds. The medical consoles in the room blink as the cyclops’s research data is uploaded to them, and the doctors pause briefly to pore over their contents.
Spectrum glanced at Forcep, before flipping out her tools. “C-can h-help.” She said confidently.
Sprocket lazily swivels his dimly-lit optics down to Spectrum.
“Heeeey there Spectrum,” he croaks drowsily. His mouth lights flicker as a weak chuckle wheezes from his voice box. “I got shot! Just missed my sparkchamber; can you believe that?”
Starchaser walked out and gave the captain a thumbs up.
“We’re good!”
Fortress transformed into his transport mode and drove out. Pipebomb sat in the cockpit.
“Good to hear!” Topside calls back. He steps around the beam that had fallen earlier, then takes a melancholic look around at the ruined hangar. Salvation had taken some bad hits in the last three months, but nothing quite like this. She was barely staying in the air.
Broadwing looked to his friend.
“Starchaser, there’s something I must attend to, regarding the predacons. I need to know they’re alright. I was hoping you could accompany me?”
The decepticon asked, a little sheepishly.
Starchaser smiled.
“Sure! I’d be happy to.”
She then turned to Pipebomb.
“You go ahead and find a new spot to crash alright? We’ll meet back up as soon as we’re done.”
Pipebomb nodded, and Fortress drove off into the transport tunnels. Pipebomb kept an optic out for any spots they could quickly set up and crash while they were waiting to get home.
Broadwing and Starchaser meanwhile walked to Shockwave’s lab, guessing that would be the best place to start looking for the predacons.
The Omega Conflux was large enough to accommodate Fortress and Pipebomb- and it was also one of the least-damaged areas on the ship at the moment, as an added attraction.
The two would find that the predacons were not in the lab, though Shockwave himself was there, picking up the mangled remains of ruined equipment from off the floor.