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[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 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."