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You don't know how you got here. One minute you were walking, sleeping, maybe dead -- then you're here, your feet suddenly carrying you down an empty street. Where's here?

Any Cybertronian would recognize this as their home planet, Cybertron, but it's not a Cybertron they've ever known. It has all the familiar hallmarks, but none of the specifics -- the city isn't one anyone here could identify, and even at a glance it's obvious that no one's set foot on the planet's surface in hundreds of years. The city and its surrounding areas all bear the marks of devastating war, of dust and rust collected over centuries. With no one in sight -- right at first, anyway -- there's plenty to explore. In fact, if you start walking, you'll find that your feet may just carry you in one particular direction.

A) The crater.
On one edge of the city is a massive crater left by some wartime weapon that seems to have taken out a large chunk of the surrounding metropolitan area. At the center of the crater it's broken through the surface of the terrain to reveal what looks like it might be a promising energon deposit. There is some strange but native vegetation growing around the edges, too, that no Cybertronian would be able to identify -- small, metallic, brittle-looking sprouts that bear a curiously organic-looking fruit of some kind that doesn't look like it's intended for consumption by any natives of the planet. In one rocky nook of the crater, light catches on the surface of a pool of water, which seems strangely out of place on Cybertron. On closer inspection, it seems that somehow an underground water source has formed a spring in the crater.

B) The center of the city.
If you follow where your feet seem to want to carry you, you'll find yourself in the middle of the ruined city. It seems that the center of the city was once home to a massive forum, and some of the pillars and structures still stand. At the very center of the forum is a massive, elaborately constructed fountain, although it has now long since run dry of whatever used to fill it. One of the low, inner walls of the forum has a terminal embedded in its surface, although it looks curiously ancient, out of place with the rest of the city, and unlike the rest of the technology still left around, there doesn't seem to be any way to power it on or operate it. There are a few scattered pools of water and a few of the strange metallic plants in the city, too, but they're not quite as plentiful as in the crater.

The planet was obviously once home to a massive network of communication relays, but those have all been long since destroyed. However, with the bits and pieces left behind and a few determined minds, it wouldn't be too hard to build a working, if rudimentary, one...

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As Sentinel's luck would have it, Red Alert happened to be wandering nearby. At the sight of him, she stops and glances suspiciously around, wanting to see if there were any obvious traps. There weren't, so she cautiously walks up to him. He is bigger than the average Autobot, but he still looks like an Autobot. Red Alert is not someone who ignores her duty.

She stands in front of him for a moment and examines the injuries critically. "You look like you got into a fight you shouldn't have." She says bluntly, raising her tool and transforming it into a scanner. "Hold still."

He complies, not about to reject what she's offering.

"That's one way of putting it. Fortunately, Decepticons tend to have a finite number of missiles on hand and I can't imagine any way it would be able to get more around here."

For now, Red Alert doesn't need to know it was Optimus who stomped on his hand. Or probably ever.

She finishes scanning him and is surprised by the extent of the damage. It could be worse, but it could be better. That's about as optimistic as she ever allows herself to be.

"You're very hardy."

A compliment. Probably the only one she's going to give. "I don't suppose you thought to bring your hand with you?" She didn't think so, but it never hurt to check.

He doesn't reply, which is about as close to 'thanks' as he'll ever get. Fortunately for literally no-one else but himself (which is what most things he does is), Sentinel had thought to gather the remains after Optimus had left.

"What was left of it. For all the good it'll do." There's a few fingers and palm plates. He's not hopeful of getting the same one back.

"Hmm."

Red Alert eyes the remains of the hand and taps her chin. It's more than she could have hoped for. The hand is not completely beyond repair, but she'd prefer to craft a new one. That'll take time and resources she doesn't have yet.

"I can make you a new one, but it'll take time. That, and I need to find a suitable clinic to set up in. I'll heal your other wounds, but if you want your hand back, you'll help me find a hospital to work in."

If she knew who she was talking to, maybe she wouldn't have made the demand. Maybe. She still needs to set up shop, and she has no time for bullshit.

He's not really in the mood to start running errands again, but vital assets to the cause and all that.

"Of course. A Prime serves the people," stated in an equally flat tone. Because he doen't really believe it. However, there's not really much else to do and if they're going to be stuck here he may as well do something useful and save everyone by building a clinic. Yeah. All him. Fuck you, Orion.

A Prime. Well that's a relief, she supposes. Having someone of authority around is always handy. His help is appreciated either way. She doesn't react much more than a nod of understanding. It's not like Primes are anything special, after all.

"Hold still while I wield the rest of your wounds shut."

It shouldn't take long, none of them looked so extensive that they'd require surgical care.

Fortunately, Sentinel can't read minds. Otherwise he'd probably yell at her.

Once again, he does exactly as she asks - not even flinching once. Needing repairs isn't anything out of the ordinary for him, nor is being blown up.

Maybe someone else would find the penetrating silence between them uncomfortable.

If Red Alert finds the silence uncomfortable, her expressionless face reveals nothing. She prefers it when her patients don't chatter needlessly the entire time. It's spark-crushingly sad how often bots need to talk to her, despite her every attempt to discourage such behaviour. She's not here to entertain them or make them happy. She's here to make sure they don't die. It's as simple as that.

She finishes up and pulls away. The wounds are welded shut in a way that makes them barely noticeable. Of course they were, she wasn't just some common medic after all.

"Done." She said quietly. "How do you feel?"

It's very good work. Of course, Sentinel expects the best anyway so he doesn't really thank her.

"Adequate." He rolls his massive shoulders, making sure he can actually do something that won't hurt. It didn't, which is the best he can hope for.

Well, down to business now he doesn't have to be mildly concerned about his insides dropping out. "Did you have a location for your medibay in mind?"

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Ew gross who even invited you

the british invite themselves

Well I can't argue with that

ya damn right commonwealth

Excuse you I'm anything but common

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