[Insert Nightwish song title for atmosphere]

[aminerproblem]

Who: Megatron & Sentinel
Where: The City
When: Two weeks or sth
What: robot cockfight
Warnings: robot pissbabies whacking each other with steel bars, etc. (also, robogore)

 The dark gray energon hauler seemed oddly well placed in the destroyed scenery, looking as unkempt as the architecture around it. Megatron shifts back into his bipedal mode after spotting a damaged terminal. Hands gripping the panel at its base, it's easily pried loose, revealing the machinery inside. He looked into the tangle of electronics, remembering what pieces he was instructed to pull free of the frame.

After two weeks, the city was found to be rather decrepit of people, but had plenty of supplies to get a basic working settlement going. Hand buried well into cabling and panels, he flicks on his own guiding lights to grab the right part and begin to unplug it out of place. 

Just a dull, average day of scavenging. What could possibly go wrong?

 

Comments

[staygoldponybot]

He barely manages to realise Megatron's still in his alt mode and what's happening before there's a shitload of energon and several organs no longer in his body that should by all accounts still be in his body while everything around his starts fading into static.

This

did not go as planned.

Hmm.

[aminerproblem]

He shifts back to his bipedal mode as Sentinel's torso becomes a mess of mangled metal and energon, a lot of which was splattered all over his treads and lower armor.

There's a silent moment as the energon continues to ooze out of the Prime's body, as if Megatron were debating something. Scraped mouth pressed into a thin line, he reaches down and grabs the helmet, slipping it back onto his head.

"Stay awake. I'm not going to kill you."

He lowers to one knee, looking at the mess of machinery.

"But as you've taken so much from the Cybertronians you were meant to serve, it is only right that now I return the favor."

[staygoldponybot]

He just about manages to stay conscious, albeit Megatron seems very distant and muffled. It's hard to concentrate on anything other than the horrible, metallic tasting energon caught in his throat and mouth.

If Megatron wanted a reaction, he won't get one beyond more bleeding.

[aminerproblem]

His lack of a reaction was unsettling, even if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Half of his insides were outside, even if his spark chamber was largely untouched, of course he'd be unable to speak. Still, without Sentinel's voice to antagonize him, all he could see was a dying Cybertronian.

Fully realizing the extent to the damage he's inflicted, he's actually hesitant to continue. He finds his hands frozen, and his mind stuck on Croteus 12.

Venting heavy, he steels himself and reaches for Sentinel's tcog, careful not to touch anything else. Pulling it out of the pool of energon, the cables connected to it are easily slipped free, and he keeps the organ in his hand.

He stumbles away from Sentinel, and leans against a wall, suddenly rather hyper aware of the energon coating his treads and armor.

He attempts to reach the medical clinic with his less-than-ideal comm, hailing both Ratchet and Red Alert with a simple message, sounding disturbed.

"Sentinel's dying."