Blue Star didn’t have time to express her shock as laser fire continued to bounce around them. Scrambling to grab hold she hefted Red Alert into her arms and dragged him behind cover, automatically hailing Ratchet. Even as she settled him behind a boulder, though, she could tell the damage was...
“Red Alert?” She called, her voice shaking as his optics darkened and his grip on her arms went slack. “Red! RED!”
An explosion on the other side of the boulder had her ducking reflexively, throwing herself over the wounded mech. She pulled back when falling rubble stopped pinging off her armor, but the frame beneath her had already faded to grey. The femme stared, a cold pang running through her. Not a moment later Ratchet came skidding around the other side of the rock, optics going wide in disbelief. Blue Star met the medic’s searching gaze with a defeated look of her own and shook her head once. He turned away, lip plates forming a miserable grimace, but his growled curse was lost in another explosion. They both flinched and ducked down, the medic kneeling on Red Alert’s other side and scowling unhappily at the grey form.
“Help me move him. I won’t leave him here.” He said. She gave a mute nod and once again curled her arms under Red’s body. She and Ratchet carried him away and deposited him behind another rock, somewhat farther from the main battle. The boxy ambulance gave her a hard look before standing and turning to head back.
“Stay here.” He ordered. “If you see anyone approaching, don’t hesitate to fire. Don’t let it be two bodies we bring back today.”
Everyone was silent on the trip back to the Ark. Ratchet, carrying Red's body, pulled straight into the med bay and closed himself in a private ward. First Aid and Wheeljack stood by, herding ‘bots into a triage line. Blue Star waved the engineer away when he came up to her, looking concerned at the dried energon coating her hands.
“I’m fine.” She insisted. “It’s not mine. Focus on the others.”
The sound of tiny footfalls reached her and she turned in time to see Thayle hurrying through the doorway. The human looked worried, maybe even scared, scanning the room and the group of downtrodden mechs. Blue Star felt guilt and sadness lance through her spark. Had no one had told her yet? Oh, she wished it had been her instead. Poor Red…poor Thayle. Primus, what in the world would she say?