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Double trouble.
Relax, relax. He tried to sound reassuring over the comm link. He felt terrible that Sideswipe was experiencing the pain from being fixed. Jolt reached towards his little kit and grabbed some pain killer and quickly injected some into a line in Sideswipeâs right arm. That should help some.Â
I saw Blaster on my way here. I couldnât believe what my optics were seeing. And those little, terrifying creatures- Jolt shuddered his frame. I canât wait until we can get you and Blaster out of here. This placeâŠÂ Jolt kept working, welding in the new line with some heat from his servo tips. âI injected you with some pain killer. Itâs not much, but itâll ease the pain some. Itâs all I had.â
After Jolt finished, he sat back and looked at Sideswipe. âGood, Sunstreaker is alive. As for âRaj, I will find out. Iâll send out a signal.â
Cobalt optics flicked towards Jolt, then towards the door. Once Jolt was done, he shifted to sit up. He was happy to finally have the pain from his helm, but he still felt the pain of the repairs. He moved to try and get on his wheeled pedes, sliding against the wall a few times. The painkiller was making him dizzy.
"Thanks, Jolt." He looked around, then towards the blue bot again. He wonât hurt us so long as we play along. He needs us. Got that? Play along. If heâs hurt, help him. Kiss his aft. Then, later, weâll kick it.
Jolt immediately stood up, moving towards his friend. "Easy Sides, those repairs are still fresh. Relax. Just sit down. Your pain killer will be taking full effect soon."Â
He glanced towards the door, then back to Sideswipe, and nodded. I'm glad he let me in here to help you out. And don't worry, I plan on playing along. In no time, he'll get it. Then we'll be able to live peacefully, at least somewhat.
The pain was nearly excruciating. His frame tensed and he scowled, though it wasnât towards Jolt at all. He tried to remain still, but the urge to pull away was tempting. "I know that." Their private comms were the only thing they could reply on at the moment.
"He got Blaster, too. Weâre screwed unless we work with him. We need to get better. Then, attack him from the inside. Our uprising." Or so he had planned. He glanced towards the mech at the door, watching the way his frame shifted. He appeared to be talking to someone. Sideswipe shuddered slightly. He hated being here- here in this place.
"Sunnyâs alive. I just⊠wanna know if âRaj is, too."
Relax, relax. He tried to sound reassuring over the comm link. He felt terrible that Sideswipe was experiencing the pain from being fixed. Jolt reached towards his little kit and grabbed some pain killer and quickly injected some into a line in Sideswipe's right arm. That should help some.Â
I saw Blaster on my way here. I couldn't believe what my optics were seeing. And those little, terrifying creatures- Jolt shuddered his frame. I can't wait until we can get you and Blaster out of here. This place... Jolt kept working, welding in the new line with some heat from his servo tips. "I injected you with some pain killer. It's not much, but it'll ease the pain some. It's all I had."
After Jolt finished, he sat back and looked at Sideswipe. "Good, Sunstreaker is alive. As for 'Raj, I will find out. I'll send out a signal."
He wasnât sure where Joltâs determination came from. If heâd asked, heâd probably get some stupid answer, like plants. His doors slid against the wall as he shifted. âI know it will be, but you werenât supposed to get stuck here, too.â At least, he didnât want it to happen this soon.
"MedicâŠyeah. Yeah, heâd keep you," he murmured, cobalt dimming. He let Jolt work, only twitching and jerking when he felt pangs of pain. He had to keep his mind off the procedure. "He;s learning our Cybertronian language. We have no code to talk in," he muttered, spinning a wheel to make a loud screeching noise to cover the talk, "We need to serve him for a little while."
He stopped his wheel, exhaling black smoke from his lipplates. âYou heard from âRaj or Sunny at all?â He was sure they were angry with him- maybe.
He kept a steady, but fast work place. He had just finished the leak; now for the helm wound. This would hurt, for sure, and Jolt had no time to inject Sideswipe with a pain reliever, for it would take too long to settle in. Jolt huffed, and gently began to fix the damaged line. Ah, the damage wasn't as bad as the scans read. It could have been Jolt overreacting the situation, too, making the scan a bad read. "I won't get stuck in here." At least, Jolt really hoped he wouldn't.Â
Jolt kept working, "He's learning our language..." Jolt paused with talking, then, "but we do still have our private comm links. These would be the hardest to hack into."Â Jolt was glad for the little emergency pack Ratchet had made him awhile back. It contained so much, even replacement line. Jolt began removing the damaged line trying to be as gentle as possible.Â
He shook his helm, "I haven't heard a word from them. I'm hoping they're safe, and healthy."Â
Jolt looked to the mech. He felt his anger building up more. His scans werenât giving Jolt much relief, and the reaction he got from Sideswipe wasnât reassuring as well. He understood, giving the circumstance. Jolt was not happy; if it wasnât one thing, it was another.
"Iâm here to fix you. Primus, SidesâŠâ Jolt finished his diagnostics. There was an energon leak, disrupting the flow. Sideswipeâs dent in his helm had been so deep, that a line was disrupted there as well. Jolt needed to get these repaired as quickly as possible; time was ticking. âYou have a leak on your right, Sides, and a damaged line in your head.â He thought of making a joke, but this was game time. Surely, jokes would come later, when everything would be civil again⊠at least, somewhat civil.
Sideswipe watched Jolt, optics struggling to focus. âYouâre not supposed to be here. Heâs not gonna let you leaveâŠâ He glanced over Joltâs shoulder, noting the chainsaw covered back of their new âleader.â He frowned and looked back towards the medic. He gestured at him with his servos.
"Youâre supposed to be smarter than this." He glanced towards the door again, then to the ground. It hurt to look around so much. He lowered his helm, trying to redirect his vision to something less painful. "Go ahead. Fix me." It was too late now.
Jolt stopped, looking Sideswipe dead square in the optics. "Listen, it's going to be ok." He lowered his voice, "It will be ok. Stop panicking. A medic is always needed, are we not?"Â
Jolt began doing the repairs, starting with the leak, and he mumbled to himself, "Now we question my intelligence? Ratchet taught me some stuff, you know." Jolt was keeping time. He had only seven minutes left. Surely, their new "leader" was keeping time as well, so Jolt sped up his pace. He dug under Sideswipe's plating to the injury, and heated his servos to make a weld that would hold into he could actually bring Sideswipe to Medbay.
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Jolt stepped into the cold, dark room. His optics focused in the dark, and after glancing around the room, he found Sideswipe sitting near a corner. He made his way over to him quickly, bending down, immediately running scans.
"Sideswipe. Iâm here. He let me in." He spoke quickly as his scans began running diagnosis.
Sideswipeâs servo twitched first. A jerk of a reaction, sending his frame pressing further into the corner. For a moment, he was unsure of who Jolt was. His optics flashed, cobalt adjusting. He stared at the medic for a minute, registering a scan beginning.
"⊠W-what are you doing? Why are you here? You were out of this place!â
Jolt looked to the mech. He felt his anger building up more. His scans weren't giving Jolt much relief, and the reaction he got from Sideswipe wasn't reassuring as well. He understood, giving the circumstance. Jolt was not happy; if it wasn't one thing, it was another.
"I'm here to fix you. Primus, Sides..." Jolt finished his diagnostics. There was an energon leak, disrupting the flow. Sideswipe's dent in his helm had been so deep, that a line was disrupted there as well. Jolt needed to get these repaired as quickly as possible; time was ticking. "You have a leak on your right, Sides, and a damaged line in your head." He thought of making a joke, but this was game time. Surely, jokes would come later, when everything would be civil again... at least, somewhat civil.
silver-sides
Jolt stepped into the cold, dark room. His optics focused in the dark, and after glancing around the room, he found Sideswipe sitting near a corner. He made his way over to him quickly, bending down, immediately running scans.
"Sideswipe. I'm here. He let me in." He spoke quickly as his scans began running diagnosis.
Jolt stood firm, watching the number illuminate as they passed each floor. He didnât look around; he was uneasy. Very. He kept his vision focused on the numbers before they reached their destination.
"They arenât the brightest, some of them at least." He met the mechâs gaze as he walked by. The stories he heard about Blurr; and yet, the medic couldnât get one. Single. Reading. Jolt nodded at Blurr, "Right⊠of course. Iâm just here to help the mech. I do thank you for allowing me to repair him."
Blurr walked down the hallway, passing various empty cells. Some were splattered with energon, others held violent Empties slamming into the protected glass. He dragged his claws along each one, taunting each and every prisoner. The only one who didnât notice was an audio bot, one familiar to the Tyran verse: Blaster. Another mech he had yet to repair.
"None of them are bright. I only saved one. Perhaps two, if I can locate him. Thatâs all I see fit to save." Or rescue. He stopped before a cell and tapped in a code, letting the door slide open. "Well, fix him. You have ten minutes."
Jolt walked behind Blurr, astounded. What was his optics seeing? These creatures... they were horrid. Jolt nearly stopped in front of Blaster's cell. He had no idea that Blurr had Blaster. Jolt was horrified; two of his friends, two of his comrades. Jolt clenched his servos into fists, then released them slowly. He had to keep his emotions under check. This was going to be another difficult ride.
He looked to Blurr. At least he saved two, if saving was the right term. He nodded, "Thank you." Ten minutes surely wouldn't be enough, but he had to make it work. He had training from Ratchet under his belt; he could, or at least try, to make this work. "I'll be out shortly," he said, stepping into the room.
As they walked to the lift, Jolt maintained a slight distance between himself and Blurr. He still studied the mech, something which Ratchet taught Jolt during the war. Jolt was good at reading otherâs⊠but Blurr was⊠different, and it bothered Jolt that he couldnât even get the slightest bit of anything from the mech.Â
He couldnât help but chuckle a little when he heard a human tried to help. Jolt wasnât the happiest being out there with the humans, especially with everything going on. He turned to Blurr, âAh, really? A human tried to help? Interesting⊠Weâll see how these repairs went.â He turned towards the lift as he arrived, then back to Blurr to wait further instructions.Â
Blurr walked into the lift when it arrived, doors sliding open. He leaned against the rail inside, hip plating hooking into the bar. He indicated which floor they were going down to and exvented heavily. His shoulders felt heavier these days.
"Hmn. I wouldnât know. The humans in your universe are disgusting. I prefer to see them burn.â He pushed himself from the railing and stood tall once more, staring at the medic. Jolt was someone who heâd only heard rumors about- Sideswipe had told him enough. "Heâs down in the brig. Donât get any funny ideas. Iâll release the Empties on you if you get any. Youâre either mine, or youâre nothing at all."
Jolt stood firm, watching the number illuminate as they passed each floor. He didn't look around; he was uneasy. Very. He kept his vision focused on the numbers before they reached their destination.
"They aren't the brightest, some of them at least." He met the mech's gaze as he walked by. The stories he heard about Blurr; and yet, the medic couldn't get one. Single. Reading. Jolt nodded at Blurr, "Right... of course. I'm just here to help the mech. I do thank you for allowing me to repair him."
Jolt stepped forward, analyzing the mech in front of him. Blurr, theyâre new leader. Jolt heard stories about the mech in the past. He felt uneasy, but he had to push those feelings aside. Jolt tried not to move hesitantly; instead he tried to move with confidence. He had no clue what was in store for him. He just wanted to fix his friend.Â
He stopped right in front of their new leader, and lowered his helm slightly, still keeping steady optics on the mech.
Blurrâs claw launched out, latching onto the mechâs chinplate. He tipped Joltâs helm to the right, then the left. He dropped it suddenly, turning to hold out his arm. He motioned towards the hallway, which lead to a lift. "This way."
He began leading the way, arms swinging at his sides. He walked with confience, spine straight, helm high. He was good at burying all that grief and misery. He lifted a claw and activated the lift, waiting for it to arrive. "He was repaired by some human first. Just so you know."
As they walked to the lift, Jolt maintained a slight distance between himself and Blurr. He still studied the mech, something which Ratchet taught Jolt during the war. Jolt was good at reading other's... but Blurr was... different, and it bothered Jolt that he couldn't even get the slightest bit of anything from the mech.Â
He couldn't help but chuckle a little when he heard a human tried to help. Jolt wasn't the happiest being out there with the humans, especially with everything going on. He turned to Blurr, "Ah, really? I human tried to help? Interesting... We'll see how these repairs went." He turned towards the lift as he arrived, then back to Blurr to wait further instructions.Â
Jolt stepped through the bridge, weary, nervous. As he made his way forward and eventually to the end, he stood face to face with Blurr. He was taken aback; who and what was he looking at. His frame and shape was great⊠looked brand new to Jolt. He made the motion of a âgulpâ and nodded.
"SirâŠ"
Blurr tilted his helm, finials flicking as he tried to analyze Jolt. So far, he hadnât met the mech in person. Heâd heard about him, but nothing beyond the basics. He motioned with his claw for the mech to come closer. Heâd seen his Master do this enough times- stay intimidating and they will forever submit. His index digit curled, scraping the air.
"Come here."
Jolt stepped forward, analyzing the mech in front of him. Blurr, they're new leader. Jolt heard stories about the mech in the past. He felt uneasy, but he had to push those feelings aside. Jolt tried not to move hesitantly; instead he tried to move with confidence. He had no clue what was in store for him. He just wanted to fix his friend.Â
He stopped right in front of their new leader, and lowered his helm slightly, still keeping steady optics on the mech.
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And if it was a bridge Jolt needed, it was a bridge Jolt got. The swirling tendrils of the bridge expanded, revealing the proper pathway. And at the other end stood Blurr, upgraded frame and all, looking as stoic and angry as Optimus might.
Jolt stepped through the bridge, weary, nervous. As he made his way forward and eventually to the end, he stood face to face with Blurr. He was taken aback; who and what was he looking at. His frame and shape was great... looked brand new to Jolt. He made the motion of a "gulp" and nodded.
"Sir..."
"Honor to the end."
*he has no clue how to address Blurr* U-Um.... sir....?
x-; Well well well. Look whoâs crawled up from the cracks. Kyeheheheheh. Hello, Jolt. What does the little medic with training wheels want? ;-xÂ
Jolt looked confused. âHmâŠ? He simply commed me due to his injuries, and told me everything. Heâs hurting⊠badly, sirâŠâ
x-; ⊠Then fix him. Do you need a bridge to your new home? Kyehehheeheh. Remember, you Autobots belong to me now. ;-x
Nodding again, he huffed to himself quietly. "Yes, please, sir. I do need a bridge... thank you.." Belonged to him now, huh.Â
*he has no clue how to address Blurr* U-Um.... sir....?
x-; Well well well. Look whoâs crawled up from the cracks. Kyeheheheheh. Hello, Jolt. What does the little medic with training wheels want? ;-xÂ
Jolt nodded, âYes, Sideswipe has informed all that happened.â Jolt huffed some from his intakes, trying to release the tension from being nervous.
x-; Hmmmn. Tell me, whatâs stopping Sideswipe from asking you to spark a rebellion within my ranks? Hn? Whatâs stopping you from attempting a mutiny? ;-x Now he knew why Prime was paranoid all the time- this was it.
Jolt looked confused. "Hm...? He simply commed me due to his injuries, and told me everything. He's hurting... badly, sir..."
*he has no clue how to address Blurr* U-Um.... sir....?
x-; Well well well. Look whoâs crawled up from the cracks. Kyeheheheheh. Hello, Jolt. What does the little medic with training wheels want? ;-xÂ
W-Well⊠um⊠*ahem* Sideswipe, heâs badly injured. If I could just take a look at him. *lowers helm* My expertise can be a hand, if you allow.
What was this now? Jolt wanted to assist his new prize? x-; You know who you belong to now, right? Iâm sure heâs told you. ;-x
Jolt nodded, "Yes, Sideswipe has informed all that happened." Jolt huffed some from his intakes, trying to release the tension from being nervous.