#rumblebreaker

[turtle-in-the-mums]

"Prowl.. how long have you been on this terminal? You seem like you need some rest."

Prowl startled--he'd been ignoring the world outside his processors and the databases on the screen for--he checked his chronometers--two full shifts. He turned his seat to look up at the black-plated medic standing beside him. "Ah. Doctor. My apologies, I didn't hear you arrive. I'm working on some parallel history deviations. There are small divergences between timelines, most of which eventually re-converge after intersecting with other correlated historical lines. The patterns are too regular to be randomly generated, but I have not yet discerned what makes an event into a divergence event." He twitched his doors back into their proper on-duty set and turned back toward his screens. "Additional data sets from additional universes have helped define the patterns."

[thesoundlessvoid]

Gravity -- Rumblebreaker

He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to weigh something. Floating through space required nothing from him physically -- standing on his own in a faux-weighted atmosphere, however, was an entirely different matter. The instant the behemoth set his owl-taloned feet on the floor, he'd nearly come entirely undone. Too many orns in stasis without fuel; too long since he'd last stepped foot on anything solid-- Blackout wavered dangerously, leaning against the nearest wall even as his hocks hissed under the strain of remaining upright.

[therisingdarkness]

::Sir... I've come across a mecha in need of assistance. The signature appears to be Decepticon in nature, the designation given is Blackout. Stating they are critically low on energon. I have some rough coordinates I can send you...:: Not that the medic wanted to refuse treatment to this mecha, running critically low could damage many things, but the distance was an issue. If Megatron believed receiving this mecha would be at least beneficial.. they could be saved.

[[Blackout? Interesting.... Very well, I will bring him aboard. Naturally, he will be sent to the medbay for the usual defrag and maintenance. When you are finished, have him report to me.]]

[thesoundlessvoid]

[:Hello?:] the signal had disturbed him in his work, although it certainly wasn't anything specific and it didn't seem seeking emergency attention, and thus he made sure to reply in a silent, texted format for the sake of his current medbay operations. [:This signal cycled through mine, do you require a medic?:]

Stasis lock was the only solace one received within the soundless void of space. It made time irrelevant, squelching the reality of the behemoth's situation and instead plunging him into the depths of his own ruined mind; Blackout dreamed of everything, the past, long lost memories and things he wished had come to be.

Slowly, the giant's systems roused from their slumber. For a moment, Blackout was confused as to why he had been awakened from stasis, but the mystery turned itself over to logic once his HUD reactivated. Critically low energon warnings blinked across Blackout's vision, something he knew already, but there was a new message:

message recieved: view?

//y

Curious. The behemoth didn't dare to hope that he might escape the death he didn't fear to begin with.

:://r e q u i r e   e n e r g o n   c r i t i c a l   l o w//::

[bristoljunkie]

prowls-analysis said:(*Pounce.* Hi! Have you got a line for Fastback? *Crosses fingers*.)

//I do believe I have and I will work on it in a few minutes. x3

rumblebreaker said:((Welcome back! Was wondering what you wanted to do or if anything at all x3;))

//Of course I do! If you can, would you want to plot something over Fanmail or Skype?

[flyingautopilot]

He had stuff he could be doing, but he was opting to be bored instead. Ever since his panic attack, he'd felt looser, more unrestrained to do what he wanted... but he didn't want to do anything. Not that the guard stationed outside his location allowed for such luxuries, but details didn't override the grander problem.

Sitting here and burning down a cyg, Knockout wondered if Rumblebreaker would gather up the nerve to tell him what was so obvious, that cygs were not to be smoked in the enclosed medical facility. In his own deranged way, he kind of hoped so.

Then Ultra Magnus barged in, carrying a wounded Nightfall as if they had been in combat. The CMO probably should have been more surprised, but he sat there still and raised an optic ridge.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in."

{ Rumblebreaker, I've got two patients at once. You feel up to comin' back in? }

[bristoljunkie]

@rumblebreaker & autobotfastback

//-Inserts high pitched whales noises-!!! I want to roleplay so bad! My stepdad is too slow putting in my AC! -melts into a puddle screaming-! And my kindle fire is at 39%! Ahhhhh! -is dead-

[flyingautopilot]

(( ☀ ❀ ▶(more at least) and ☆(Def. one of my favorite blogs to read/follow) ))

//BJHFSKDBFNADMDN MSADas

more yes you and prowl I am the worst with literally the worst and not one day goes by that i dont feel guilty for it

not one day

\ ;A; / Cause you both deserve better and I am indefinitely sorry. <3 Thank you h fjdsnm,sa))