Ep1.5 - Crash - Closed
Jun 11, 2013 3:01:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2013 3:01:17 GMT -5
Optimus was familiar with dying.
He was accustomed to it, in a way. The necessary brutality of war had brought him to the brink more than a few times in four-million years and the cold rush of permanent shut down raced up to catch him with an almost routine viciousness. That did not necessarily mean that he was used to dying. The dread was still there. Staggering, half dragged, half carried to Medbay very nearly killed him. The spark-stopping agony of every step threatening to send him into to full system crash. When Bumblebee and Ratchet finally managed him onto the medical slab, suddenly lying down did kill him. For about ten seconds according to his internal-chronometer.
He came back in a considerable amount of pain.
“What do I do?” Bumblebee’s voice seemed to filter down through his sensor grid on a lag, syllables dragging on and on. Somewhere on his left, he felt the scout’s EM field coast across the edge of his awareness, a flicker of yellow and a frission of panic. Dimly, he thought he should do something about that, but he felt unbelievably heavy just then. His eyes kept drifting shut, optics rebooting, static in his HUD. Pieces of conversation flaking through his awareness. “- is really bad isn’t it? Is he gonna –” Nothing. Static. His spark seized in his chest and he forgot how to think. “ – can’t stop this bleed. Ratchet!”
He felt someone’s hands inside his abdominal armor, holding something shut. That hurt. A lot.
“Ratchet…?” He could taste energon and motor oil. That’s usually what dying tasted like. “Where is…Max?”
[[OOC: For Neko and Ratchet. ]]