[open] There's serious metal fatigue in all the load-bearing members...

[quantumechanic]

Who: Nautica, various TFP Decepticons, anyone else
Where: Around the city
When: Anytime after people are more or less settled
What: The planet's only appropriately-scaled engineer fixes things, makes friends with Decepticons
Warnings: My tendency to technobabble but probably no blood nvm megatron threw her into a wall

Nautica was keeping busy. Cybertronians were tough species, sure, but even they needed to power up sometimes--oftentimes, in the case of certain mechs who couldn't seem to stop punching each other--and that energon from the crater, while blessedly plentiful, wasn't going to refine itself. The process was a little outside her area of expertise, but the theory was straightforward, and her phenomenal breadth of reading and memory (with the occasional call to Brainstorm or Shockwave to double check the finer points) were up to the challenge.

Between that and the various side trips to assist the less technically adept (or the more technically adept, in the case of Brainstorm's communications network project) she didn't have a lot of downtime--and Nautica was fine with that. She preferred not to think too much about the extremely depressing larger picture. Optimus and Megatron would want answers soon enough, but she didn't have any to give them, so she threw herself into doing what she could. She was easy to run into around the city, working on getting a small energon refining facility up and running, repairing vital infrastructure, or just making less vital infrastructure more livable. And certainly not worrying about never seeing her friends again.

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[aminerproblem]

"It's fine. We can clean it later."

A bizarre point to make, but he figures mentioning it's more important for her to seek medical attention would receive the same confused stare.

Best placate the question and have her come with.

He shifts back into his vehicle mode, his profile lowering to about waist height. Not exactly an ambulance, but the flat surface of his tank mode should make do.

"Lay down - stomach first," he insists, hoping the instruction will make it through the delirium.

[quantumechanic]

Nautica's priorities weren't always the best, and a concussion did not help with that tendency in the slightest. Still, despite the disorientation, she was an obliging sort, and the younger Megatron did speak with her commanding officer's voice, even if he couldn't yet manage the tone of implicit command four million years of faction leadership would teach him.

She reached up to pull herself to her feet using one of the protruding elements of his blocky altmode, gasping as the motion tugged at her wounds and expanded a few of the cracks. Barely had she gotten upright when the pain and a wave of vertigo conspired to bring her near to blacking out again, and she collapsed. Fortunately, she managed to do it forward onto Megatron, but her legs were still dragging on the ground.

"...Dizzy," she told his armor where her cheek was pressed up against it. He was warm.

[aminerproblem]

There's a little doubt at the decision after the clear gasps of pain from the engineer. But she makes it - mostly, and that was good enough to work with. He backs up, careful in maneuvering his alt mode so that the wall nudges Nautica up a little further along. Just enough for her feet not to be dragging into debris

Megatron's engine revs just underneath the armor as he pushes forward. The top of his alt mode wasn't much in terms of patient comfort, but it was very stable, even in the destroyed terrain of the decrepit city.

"You're going to be fine." Clambering onto what remains of the street, he picks up some speed over the flat ground.

[quantumechanic]

Nautica didn't say anything for a while, but there was no question that she was still conscious, since she whimpered with every bump. There was the constant dull throb in her helm, and the pain of her damaged propellers flared up sharp and hot and radiated through her chest every time she moved, and it was all complicating the already taxing exercise of trying to figure out what was happening. Thinking felt like trying to move through the water in her root mode--everything pushed back against her and progress was agonizingly slow. She knew it should be easier than this, and her fingers scraped against Megatron's plating as she balled up her fists in frustration.

[lifepersists]

In the ruined maze of the city, signals like the one Nautica sent would usually die before reaching anyone. Signal interference was one of the main enemies, since while most of the tech was non-functioning, the EM fields they still produced swallowed up most communications.

So, First Aid had never gotten it. Lucky Megatron had.

It's mainly happenstance he was in the path that Megatron decided to take, searching for anything that may be useful to bring back to the medibay. Really, he never thought he'd ever be in a situation where he would be scavenging for supplies. He doesn't even really know where to begin, just aimlessly rustling through abandoned buildings.

The sound of Megatron rumbling through the streets draws him out, although cautiously. The whole situation still strikes him as all too familiar-- the image of Kaon, pressing Trailcutter's brain against the energon spattered wall of his forcefield in the ruins of the lecture theater, still raw and vivid in his mind.

He doesn't recognize the mech in altmode, but he does recognize the mech on top of him.

"Nautica?" he calls softly, stepping out into the street. He gets one look at the seep of pink over the tank's plates and his lines go cold. "I'm a doctor! What happened here?"

[aminerproblem]

The large vehicle stops as Megatron spots the red-and-white of an Autobot medic's colors. He maneuvers himself to give First Aid clear view and reach to examine Nautica from a little under waist-height while she lay on the flat roof of his alt mode.

"It looks like she was thrown into a wall. She sustained a head injury and damaged the joints in her back."

Not the strangest thing to come out of Megatron's vocalizer, surely. Nonetheless, what he said appeared to be true, should he take a closer look to confirm the injury.

[quantumechanic]

At the sound of her name spoken by a voice she recognized but couldn't quite place, Nautica lifted her head, working to focus her optics and with them her thoughts. Megatron's status report gave her enough time to work through the problem of identifying the newcomer, who wasn't Ratchet. Fortunately, 'not Ratchet' narrowed things down.

"First Aid..." she trailed off and laid her helm back down on Megatron's armor. Having it raised was not helping with the vertigo in the slightest. Granted, resting it in the sluggishly spreading pool of her own energon wasn't the greatest, either, but at least it didn't make things worse.

[lifepersists]

"All right, Captain," First Aid murmurs, getting up close to Megatron. He's so focused on Nautica he didn't even notice the slip.

He did recognize the voice, but he doesn't really recognize the mech. Not that it really matters-- he climbs up onto Megatron's roof as well and curls one of his hands around Nautica's own, trying to comfort.

"Don't move," he murmurs to her, looking her over while trying to keep her as still as possible. "You're losing quite a bit of energon."

There were a few things he can do. He could donate, but he had already donated some to the DJD member a few days ago. This would be worth it, though.

"You know where the clinic is?" he asks, the tankmech while he unfolds a diagnostic scanner from his chassis, holding it up over Nautica's frame.

[aminerproblem]

First Aid wouldn't be the first one to make that mistake. At this point, there's no point in correcting it, really. As long as Nautica made it back to the medibay on time, he could be mistaken for his older self as many times as needed.

"I was on my way there."

The engine beneath them growls as Megatron accelerates again, treads crushing debris and smoothing out the bumps on the old road ahead of them. A few paces down, he broaches the question:

"How is she?"

Whatever manual readings he made would never be as accurate as a specialized scanner, so he was anxious to know.

[quantumechanic]

Nautica was not doing well. She'd hit her head hard enough to black out and cause a concussion, and the force of impact with the wall had driven her impellers and their housings through her back and into her chest cavity, fortunately missing the spark chamber but unfortunately wreaking havoc around it.

"Think I hit my head," she told First Aid, already having forgotten that Megatron had just said the same thing. Her fingers, smeared pink with her own energon, curled weakly around First Aid's, but she made no other motions, not even to track the movement of the scanner with her optics.

[lifepersists]

Oh. This was terrible. First Aid doesn't say anything for a moment, just putting away the scanner so he can hold Nautica's hand tighter, giving it a good squeeze.

"She hit her head," he repeats, but his tone says that it's way worse than he's actually saying. Better not freak out Nautica. His voice had that underlying note of hurry.

He braces a hand over her to try and keep her a bit more still. Riding on the back of a tank wasn't exactly the smoothest of emergency recuse travels. He has to let go of her hand after a moment, fingers folding into various, tiny tools.

"I'm going to try and close some of the leaks. I may need to give you active energon if you keep up this loss rate."

[aminerproblem]

Megatron hears the implication in First Aid's voice loud and clear. The engine beneath them roars as he picks up the pace, doing his best to avoid large bumps and ditches in the road now that they were accelerating.

It was impossible to avoid every obstacle, many a roadside piece of debris ended up crushed with a loud wrenching of metal, but it was as steady as he could make it.

"I don't have any extra canisters on me," he warns,"but I do have a tap for energon transfer if you need it."

[quantumechanic]

"Sorry..." Nautica didn't know what she was apologizing for, but something in the way First Aid had phrased it made her feel like she should. It made sense to her, anyway.

No stoic, she held as still as possible while he worked, but couldn't keep from shying away with a hiss or a whimper when the cure occasionally proved worse than the disease and First Aid's ministrations or Megatron's driving sent a new jolt of pain shooting through her already agonized systems.