... And then they stopped
The snow kept swirling in an unforgiving whiteout, leaving Rigel with hardly any visual to guide him except deftly clutching to the blue arm of the older mech, and making sure @crystallized-metal was in tow through the dense snowfall - because for once, his lankiness was useful. With all his might he forced the traumatizing imagery, sounds, that frame-rattling bass that had been made by the purple mech, out of his processors in favor of trying to keep up.
Blackout had told them to run... They’d toppled into the snow when his frame dropped from the skies in a blue mess against the frozen white, and with Riella’s lead, they’d run as far as they could.
Under the shelter of an overhang that almost resembled waiting jaws with the thick icicles that hung at the rock “roof”, but at least it was out of the wind. The blue mech, @autobot-scout-riella, huddled them close, and while Rigel was usually one for comments, he had nothing to say.
In favor of wit and jokes, he brought up his broadcasting protocol and began a standard S.O.S signal to Blackguard, Megatron, anyone who would answer, followed by their current coordinates based on what he could tell (his HUD was rife with warnings and violent flashes of gory memory).
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