[Were he to walk outside, Houston would be greeted with the sight of his adoptive mom, battered and bleeding, laying just in front of the base. Nightgear, however, had regained consciousness, enough to comm. the medic] <>
[Once he receives the crackling comm., Houston knows something has gone horribly wrong. His helm snaps up from his work and he instantly lets his tools clatter to the work bench, storming to the side hatch at the other end of his medbay and thrusting the unlocking command at its receiver. In no time at all the medic races around the base's rear and skids to a halt with his headlights flashing over the fallen form of his team's SIC.
The first thing he does is unlock a few panels in her helm and curl his digit tips into them to temporarily deactivate her pain sensors. Words are useless, so he sets his lipplates in a grimace and conducts a quick scan to check her frame integrity...] Frame Integrity At 20.28%. Spinal Supports Functional. [Houston quickly turns her over and laces her arms together. His servos reach into her knee joints and hit the manual override circuits, activating her transformation sequence to tuck her legs in for easier transport. He finally hoists her into his arms, races into his medbay and begins hooking her up to his emergency care unit. His servos work quickly to set up an energon transfusion station, a constant-scan array, a system monitor, and nanite bath. He hadn't seen anything this savage since he had to salvage someone's faceplate from sodden tatters of gory material.
Somehow, this was far worse... This was his adoptive mother. All of the fear, love, and hatred that he struggled to keep under control rush to the front of his visual interface once his optics fall on an energon-soaked bruise across her torn faceplate. The medic's servo falls from the transfusion tubes and cups the side of her helm as he touches his forehead to hers with a sob.] Who did this to you?
