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[phase6kindofbot]

Who: First Aid, Rampage and Sixshot
What: Sixshot plays fetch.
When: A little bit after First Aid's intensive surgeries.
Where: The clinic!
Warnings: Awkward robots!


There's someone out there that needs to be dragged in to visit First Aid. Someone who had possibly saved his life. Sixshot had smelled it in the small medic's energon and the mingle of scents that Tarn had been in the middle of washing out.

It's that scent that brings him to a stop, sniffing at a small, deep crack in the pavement. He's been around the city enough to know that there was a subway system under there and there were probably several entrances nearby that the Sixer could have used to enter the area with relative ease.

Instead, he starts digging.

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[crabcake]

Rampage had been napping happily. The partially collapsed subway was warm and cozy and dark, just the way he liked it when he didn't feel like being interrupted. He's pulled out of his low-energy state by the sound of loud scraping from above, making his bulbous beast mode optics flicker in confusion.

Some dust and rocks ping from the ceiling onto his shell. It's his only warning before the whole thing collapses and massive paws come breaking through. Light filters through the dust and he actually hisses, hunching close to the ground.