Log Title: Panic on the Bash Floor
Characters: Blast Off , Dust Devil , Ghost , Omen , Ravage , Sideswipe , Soundwave
Location: Melpomene Bridge - Northern Cybertron
Date: April 28, 2021
TP: Non-TP
Summary: Heading back to Praxus, Ghost takes a land route to review an event from weeks prior. Sideswipe decides to make this personal. Sideswipe vs Ghost: Sideswipe wins. Ghost:2, Sideswipe:1
As logged by Ghost
TFU - Wednesday, April 28, 2021
Melpomene Bridge - Northern Cybertron[]
Ghost had been flying herself back towards Praxus after.. Well to be perfectly fair, after having woken up someplace and not remembering right off how she -got there-. No, she hasn't been drinking. Now she's on foot, having decided to take the rest of the trip slower, picking an area where things should remain quiet as she moves. Optics dark in thought, she strides along, dust covered and biolights on the dimmer side of the spectrum.
This is where the cat mauled Spike. It's near Kalis. So there's always a chance of another 'opportunity'. So while on a justified patrol but always intent on taking any sort of opportunity that might come up for payback.. If that cat-con's around here then Sideswipe's more than hopeful that he won't be anymore. But instead as he's going to tag up the Decepticon on his IFF and letting out a groan. But..
He's revving faster on an intercept course.
Ghost's walking slows, finials flattening back as she nears a place.. well. There's a sigh, wings flexing in their single-panel configuration and she kneels, studying the remnants of a fracas written in blood and metal. It's been long enough that the organic bits are all but gone, eroded by wind and acid rain. But enough remains where she can puzzle out things. Then she freezes, listening, frame tensing attentively at the sounds of this area, usually so quiet, shift.
There's a vroom from Sideswipe, even as he's heading along on an intercept course. Going fast - not quite his highest speed, but still revving to build it up. Calculating her trajectory, her position and her freezing.. And going along to try and cut her off!
GAME: Ghost PASSES an INTELLIGENCE roll of High difficulty.
Ghost's head snaps up - that's.. an engine. aand low to the ground. Meaning that that it is more than likely -not- a Decepticon. However here, there are plenty of non-aligned that might use the pass to get from here to there. She pushes to her feet, wings unlocking, blade-feathers expanding out behind her as she looks to see where this is coming from.
He definitely can tell who it is now. And going to keep his sensors locked on her, just in case she's left out her little bird too. Sideswipe is revving along, now about six or so hundred meters away. Boosting himself and now going at more than a hundred and twenty miles an hour, calling out << Hey, Con! You're a long way from Tipperary! >>
'For frags sake' thinks the 'intel operative' as she makes a move to -dive- out of the way verses leaping skywards. << What the everloving -frag-, autobot?!>> comms Ghost in return.
There's a SCREECH of tires even as Sideswipe is transforming and flipping to robot mode, weapon coming out and pointing over at her with the charge at full. "One of your's nearly killed a friend of mine. Wanting to make sure something's passed along."
Ghost backpedals, reaching behind her, beneath wings to draw out swords. She holds them defensively, optics narrowing. "And one of yours tortured one of mine. I think that makes it -even-, Autobot."
Sideswipe would keep his weapon out and aimed at her as Ghost drew her swords. "He was intent on helping, not hurting. If he knew ahead of time it would've been that, he wouldn't have." Weapon centered on Ghost.
Ghost snorts, "Like hell he was. I saw the rage, the deliberate actions, the -smile-. Feck off Sideswipe. Go crawl back to whatever hole spit you out. I've no time for this."
The sleek, red Lamborghini transforms into Sideswipe's bipedal mode.
Sideswipe would remember the last time he brawled with Ghost. "Sorry Con. 'Cuz I have plenty and nothing better to do." Laser rifle going to fire on Ghost even while she was busy dismissing him!
>> Sideswipe critically strikes Ghost with Laser <Low>! <<
>> Ghost is critically struck by Sideswipe's Laser <Low> for 70 damage! <<
Ghost attempts to dive aside as Sideswipe retorts and fires! The dive ends in a skid on her side, that shot singing across her midrift, into a wing and she -hisses-, kicking to her feet. "Bad Idea, Sideswipe. we've danced this before you and I." Spoken as she charges, swinging one of those swords with a slashing movement.
>> Ghost strikes Sideswipe with Knife. <<
Sideswipe would grunt, "And no one ever said I was a good learner." HE would smirk, "So now I'm going to try and share something back." The Autobot Warrior would be going to meet Ghost in close quarters combat. "And I ain't gonna dance this time. This time.." A punch would be thrown up towards her face..
"I'm gonna fight." Another fist is send up towards her 'torso'. Him remembering it was her weak point. Another jab sent that way, Sideswipe trying to keep Ghost on the defensive to start off with.
>> Sideswipe strikes Ghost with Bash. <<
>> Ghost is struck by Sideswipe's Bash for 74 damage. <<
Ghost hnnks as she's punched despite an attempt to block with one of those blades of hers after twisting to avoid the feint at her face. She takes the hit where the laser's already struck, and winces, hand moving to cover the now sluggishly leaking wound. Optics flare, biolights dim.
"This isn't going to end well, for you." she snarls, taking advantage of his closeness to strike out with a punch of her own, hand wrapped around that hilt.
>> Ghost misses Sideswipe with Punch. <<
Sideswipe would hiss, "That's a risk you run with a fight. But it also isn't going to go well for you either." As Ghost would take the hit to her already damaged point, Sideswipe would spin around. Now while she's busy slow and covering it, he would go for a quick strike out against a wing. Going to let out a quick blow aimed up and over at the wing 'hook' where it would attach to her torso! At least as close as he could hit to it.
"And come on Connie, let's dance."
>> Sideswipe strikes Ghost with Bash. <<
>> Ghost is struck by Sideswipe's Bash for 85 damage. <<
Ghost's wings, as Sideswipe may find out yet, look delicate, thin, easily damaged. And the 'blade feathers' themselves are sharp and thinner pieces of metal. She pivots, wings snapping, spanning even as that blow cracks across the long line of cables and conduits, struts and finely wrought circuitry that supports and connects those vainglorious appendages of hers. And she yelps, one wing sagging, mechanisms locking into place as the layered plating over her spine, along that junction fractures and cuts in, eliciting a bleed from hydraulics and a flash of static, circuitry exposed, delicate and more intricate than any 'seekers'.
She staggers, shaking her head, finials fanning forward. Yes, some parts are more fragile than others, and he got a 'lucky' crack across her spine but her wings were built to fight with. "Mistake... Autobot.." voice a rasp as she moves, lashing out with the one 'good' wing now, powering the move with her own spin.
>> Ghost strikes Sideswipe with Bash. <<
He's not that fast. Ghost is still a far better fighter than he is, and her strike against him would go well as it would hit him in the shoulder, her wing stabbing out! This leaves one arm partially damaged, armor taking it. And then Sideswipe is going to whip up his fist, curling it up and going to strike over again at the damaged wing! He's intent on keeping Ghost favoring it while leaving her other wing-weapon functional.
"I dunno Connie. You're the one that's being a few steps slow on the bash floor." Fist going to form up, a little extra 'oomph' over towards it while he's trying to smash up and over once more at that partially vulnerable wingspan!
>> Sideswipe strikes Ghost with Smash. <<
>> Ghost is struck by Sideswipe's Smash for 129 damage. <<
GAME: Ghost PASSES a TECHNICAL roll of Very High difficulty.
GAME: Ghost FAILS an ENDURANCE roll of Very High difficulty.
Ghost's systems are in emergency re-route, working to cut off the glitching sensor systems that the damaged wing is filled with and that are pulsing nonsense readings to her displays and warning HUDs. She staggers as she strikes, the spin slowing as the damaged wing isn't in the -right- position, slowing her enough that Sideswipe is oh to easily able to smash into the appendage.
And appendage it is, as much as an arm or a leg would be, perhaps even more so. She cries out with a startled sound, falling forward as more plating is damaged, the master strut for that wing cracking, bending under the weight of itself. And tries to override the linkages, trying to get it to fold back in, tuck into her back. And fails, sparks erupting from that first blow, energon and other fluids dripping out, smearing across her white plating.
She growls, a hiccuped sound and turns her head, looking over her shoulder as she's been slammed down to a knee now, glaring with optics slit. Her audials now bleeding from the disrupted sensory systems rampaging through with their discordant and disorienting feeds. There's a moment where she looks dazed, a blink.. and she roll-twists, 'good' wing snapping to launch those feathers like so many throwing knives. She rasps, "Omen.. Omen eject.. get.. help.. go get...help.."
>> Ghost strikes Sideswipe with Knife. <<
And there's a tenseness over in Sideswipe as he hears Ghost suddenly snapping over and then spasming. Then as he hears her going to order Omen, right as he's going to be twisting down to strike over at her torso to reverse the combo now that she was focused up and over on her wings.. He would hesitate. Just enough. And what would have turned over to a smash against the center of her frame instead turns into a fist that would be sent slamming up and over at the shoulder of Ghost. Him going up now to twist his hand back, and from it would pop out a long razor!
He's going to try and jab it up and over into the disrupted sensor system to quickly slash and bash. His blows aren't focused so much on inflicting damage or cutting off bits as they were just trying to keep the sensors on overload. Attempting to not give Ghost any real chance to bypass the overload and keep up on the offensive! Slash aimed at damaged wing.
Punch aimed at upper shoulder. Reverse slash aimed up and over towards the long 'span' covered with metal feathers. Sweep again chopped up at the damaged sensor system once more! Falling into a rhythm. But still not striking out at where Omen would 'eject' from.
>> Sideswipe misses Ghost with Sword. <<
>> Ghost evades Sideswipe's Sword attack. <<
Ghost's chest and canopy spring open as she calls to her raven. And instead of the usual stealth, the hidden triggers, the palming from 'canopy' verses an actual ejection, Omen, in tape, is ejected even as her carrier twists, canopy slow to close, movement sluggish as she continues to bleed out. There's a flash of biolights as she pushes to get off of her knees, staggering back and missing the strikes Sideswipe aims her way more by luck than skill now. The tape transforms rapidly, spiraling upwards with a screech-kraa of alarm, illuminated with a fiery plasmic aura.
Ghost glares at Sideswipe now, one hand held to her middle from that first exchange, the other holding the un-ignited sword of hers. Finials flick and flex as she fights through a sensory maelstrom, a chaotic bleeding of sound into color, light into sensation, 'taste' into pure noise. Systems whine and hiccup as she wheezes once, twice, then pushes herself to charge at the red Autobot, "You're blaming me for someone -else's- mistake! Revenge, is that all you Autobots are now?"
Releasing her grip against her midrift, both swords in play, both swords pop-igniting their plasmic blades, both spun into action as she whirls like the proverbial dervish pushing systems through the chaos, striking high, sweeping low before pushing upwards and dropping, both blades being swung downwards in a dual strike. "As bad as those that call themselves Decepticons. How it pains me to see you fallen so low in your morals!"
>> Ghost strikes Sideswipe with Energy-Katana. <<
[Con-Tapes] Omen cries out, "Help help!"
<<Decepticon>> Omen cries out, "Help! Help!"
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "Omen! Location?"
[Con-Tapes] Ghost's end of the link fades in and out, trickling what seems to be a sensory maelstrom, a chaotic bleeding of sound into color, light into sensation, 'taste' into pure noise.
Omen is let get away, and Sideswipe is facing off with Ghost. Omen's a Decepticon.. But as far as Sideswipe has seen is just the equivalent of a 'kid'. So he'll let her go so long as she's running. He's over in a defensive stance and going to face off with Ghost. Glancing up at Omen, "We're about a lot of things. This is a fight. You want to skedaddle.." He's distracted over by warning off Omen from the fight for Ghost to counter-attack.
"And he feels miserable about it and won't do it again. And he hates himself for it." As far as things go for Sideswipe, anything that Dust Devil did that was wrong has been made up for in whatever sense of 'equality' the Warrior has. Then Ghost is charging over at him and he's taking the full brunt of her attack!
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Always keep your optics on your opponent, not running your mouth. So Ghost is able to charge at Sideswipe and goes to slash through him. Going to skewer on one end, then twist and slash the sword out the other, leaving a brutal skewer through his torso.
There's some re-evaluation going on. Ghost at close quarters is faster than he is even if he has a small margin in strength at best. So he would go to switch things up again! He can't stay still, she'll have the chance to cannon.
So Sideswipe is going to transform and hitting the ground, going to start to do some spinouts while looping about, and going to twist and shout! Bouncing along a hundred meters or so, then VROOMING hard in a cross-angle in case she takes a potshot at him. Then he's twisting to vroom back at her, going to rev at high speed! At the last moment, seeming to fire at her with rapid energy bursts as his laser cannons go to 'paint' mode.. Hopefully getting her to instinctively duck to avoid them while he would charge!
Moving to kick at his forward break, going to spin out to try and wham around in a wheelie to try and smash at her like he was trying to shove a Stunticon off the side of Lookout Mountain! "Say hi to the dirt for me!"
Sideswipe transforms, shifting into his sleek, red Lamborghini mode.
>> Sideswipe rams Ghost! <<
>> Ghost is struck by Sideswipe for 133 damage. <<
[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "tracing"
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "tracing location"
GAME: Ghost FAILS an ENDURANCE roll of Very High difficulty.
<<Decepticon>> Omen warbles, panic in the avians tone, "Coordinates! Coordinates here!! Melpomene Bridge! Down. Down.. "
<<Decepticon>> Ravage says, "Soundwave, can you triangulate?"
Soundwave has arrived.
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "Affirmative. location at Melpomene bridge. En route."
Ghost lands after skewering Sideswipe like a cheap shish-kabob. And then staggers. Energon, fuel, other fluids are still streaming down her back form the wounded and useless wing, leaking from her torso as well. Blade tips tilt down as she shakes her head, trying to clear it, the weapons sizzling back to the shorter metal half-blades as her fuel levels continue to drop rapidly past critical now.
Finials fan, biolights dimming further and she attempts an override, something to online her main weapon. "Omen. go.. " she whispers, voice static-filled. "Good. he -should- feel bad. That's not a path he should ever walk, Autobot. It isn't ri-.." staggering again, one wing flexing slowing to aid in her pivot, the other naught but dead weight, drooping, now dragging on the ground, slowing her down. A pop-flash of boot thrusters nets her the joy of placing herself just into the path of the lambo, sending her crashing into the ground, rolling, wings catching, the one hanging on by sheer tensile strength of cabling and the neural fibers now displayed, weakly sparking. She hiccups air, panting, raising her left arm, plating dimming from that dirty white, bleeding over into a grey as the intel operative attempts to override her weapons failsafes.
And fails, crumbling as shadows spin and waft around her, systems trying to snow crash on her. She makes a sound like her tanks are trying to purge but she's empty, loosing any sense of grounding as sensory systems reign unchecked.
As Ghost falls, Sideswipe would take a quick spin away from her in vehicle mode as he's slamming and rebounding off of her. Twisting several meters away, he's spinning up and over to robot mode, and going to pop his laser out and aim it over at her body. He's going to keep the barrel of the weapon aimed at her but not firing, just covering her. "Ghost, I'm going to ask you to stand down and power down your weapon systems. Then I'll call for medical to be sent to help patch up the worst of it and stabilize you." He hasn't beat her that badly. He's been in enough fights and see enough Cybertronians die to tell when an injury seems..
Fatal.
Weapon covering her, Sideswipe would glance at Ghost, "And it's not a path he's walking. Or ever going to. He's a good kid. And was more disgusted with himself than you are." Whether or not he's taking Ghost over with any degree of sincerity is up in the air as he would have his weapon on standby, going to hold up his hand at the point she's powering down her weapons to get ready to send out a radio message.
Soundwave flies in overhead, responding to Omen's call on the radio. He sees that Ghost is injured and there is only Sideswipe present. He lands nearby. "Autobot. Back away from unit: Ghost." He calls.
GAME: Ghost FAILS an ENDURANCE roll of Very High difficulty.
Ghost struggles to get an arm under herself, then the other, heaving empty tanks, the bleeding slowing, her whites taking on a dull sheen, dimming from the lack of fuel and other fluids. System fans click and grind as she struggles to orient herself, fighting with everything she has left to get.. to.. her.. feet.
And failing. The damaged wing sparks, mechanisms spasming in pops and glitched movements, the entire appendage greying more and more. She turns her head up, glaring at Sideswipe, a snarl on her face, "Just.. finish it now. Or.. are you wanting.. to see me. bleed out dry as.. penance.. for.. something -I- had.. nothing. to.. do.. with.. Only.. share the insignia.. Empire.. doesn't dictate.. -my-.. my morals.. Just.. shoot me.. before everything.. fails.. unless. you.. want to see. that.. " head bowed, panting to try and cool systems running in full rampancy now.
Sideswipe would switch his weapon to aim it over at Soundwave as the big tape-Con would approach. He would keep his weapon at full power, then aimed at the center of Soundwave's torso. "I have a message for you to pass along to your little -friend-, Soundwave." He's not holding it on Ghost anymore at least.
"But that can wait. She needs stabilized." Presuming that Soundwave is going to go towards Ghost, Sideswipe would move to lower his weapon to the ground. Depending on whether Soundwave would of course. But.. The time for rage had passed.
Soundwave approaches, even though Sideswipe is aiming at him "Step away from Ghost. I will be taking her off the field." He doesn't ask any questions. His operation is retrieval at the moment.
GAME: Ghost FAILS an ENDURANCE roll of Very High difficulty.
[Con-Tapes] Ghost's link fades out.
<<Decepticon>> Ghost's signal drops.
Ghost chokes then slumps into the ground, all the fight gone out of her. All of the consciousness as well. Tanks empty, fuel lines barely oozing anything now, she passes out from shock and fluid loss.
Omen -screechs- from where she's circling, angling to dive down now, kraa-cawing loudly in alarm.
Sideswipe would keep his weapon aimed over at Soundwave, but take a step away, "Very well." Now he's covering Soundwave over with it, but not pointing it at Ghost anymore. "Ghost is released into your custody for retrieval." His tone cautious and formal.
Soundwave nods "Thank you. We will discuss repayment for her injuries once she is stabilized." he kneels to look over her injuries, bringing some emergency energon from subspace and his repair kit. "Soundwave will stabilize, Omen." he says trying to sound 'comforting'.
>> Soundwave manages to fix some of Ghost's damage. <<
Ghost is almost missing a wing. And is well below crit on fuel and fluid levels, fans are sluggishly attempting to cycle. There's damage to her torso among other things. Something about getting rammed and being sent aft over teakettle didn't help either.
Omen circles tightly overhead, kraa-calling in agitation.
With Ghost in Soundwave's 'custody' and being treated, Sideswipe lowers his laser rifle. It's still got a full charge, but he's not aiming it at either of them. He's taking several steps back, cautiously observing the area, and on full alert. In case Soundwave decides 'repayment' means 'go on the attack'. But he's attempting to honor an impromptu parley by giving the two space.
[Con-Tapes] Ravage goes to send chimes of relaxation and assurance. To Omen. There is safety. Soundwave is there. Soundwave is there.
Soundwave continues to work, more focused on Ghost's survival than on the Autobot present. Sideswipe has a perfect chance to take out the communicator. Especially when he starts to filter the cube into Ghost's fuel lines, trying to get her to reactivate. He starts to look for leaking fuel lines, working with precision.
GAME: Sideswipe PASSES a COURAGE roll of Extreme difficulty.
[Con-Tapes] Omen chirrs and grumbles in upset, link echoing panic and concern.
[Con-Tapes] Ravage would chime reassurance. Serenity. Calm. Safety.
The great gaping rent down Ghost's back and along her spine where her wing's mostly severed is a good indicator of where most of her fuels' bled out from. The wing's hanging on by a few fingers width of tensile cable and -exposed- neural fiber braids. Oh, and the shot to the torso isn't helping either.
[Con-Tapes] Soundwave sends waves of concern and calm. "We will get her to safety, Omen."
There's a flash in Sideswipe's head. Memories of the last time someone was helpless in front of him and under a gun. And there were thoughts of revenge. How many times had Soundwave done something to hurt his friends? Betrayed trusts? Betrayed oaths? All too easy..
But it's with focus that Sideswipe drives it down. He's an Autobot. He has to be better than that. He owes it.. Much as he would hate to say it, he owes it to those two he murdered. Whether or not they deserved it wasn't important.
The only point of importance was that it wasn't his call to make there. Not here either. This is a medic attending to an injured Cybertronian. Enemy or not.
He would violate oaths again out of rage and convenience and justification. He's an Autobot.
He might bend and push the rules as far as he can.. But he follows them. He's sworn to.
And he would relax. His weapon wouldn't twitch. He would power it down, shutting off the photon fuel cells that charged it and making sure his shoulder launcher was also fully powered down.
[Con-Tapes] Omen worries, "Wasn't even. just.. walking.. Just.. heading -home-.. Then all the pain. And blamed for someone else's attack. Just walking.. Bite him.. bite him now for attacking!"
[Con-Tapes] Ravage says, "Bite later. Get her home first."
Soundwave shows a lot more concern than he normally does on the field. Once he sees the neural fiber braids, he pauses. "Emergency cover is required." he scans the area for any loose panels. When he doesn't see any, he reaches for his own forearm and rips off a panel, with a hiss of exposed circuitry. He then takes the plate and starts to weld it over the wiring, trying to keep the neural circuitry from being exposed to the air. He moves one of his datacables to put the wing back in place, surely working to weld that next. She's not a cassette yet he's showing this much concern for her safety and stability. Odd for the communicator.
[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "Getting her stabilized is priority. THen we will extract her. Omen, keep an optic on the Autobot."
[Con-Tapes] Ravage says, "I can send a request to Blast Off to come in to retrieve her if needed."
GAME: Sideswipe PASSES an INTELLIGENCE roll of High difficulty.
[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "confirmed. If Blast off is available, expedient transportation will be required."
<<Decepticon>> Ravage says, "Blast Off, are you available for an extraction?"
<<Decepticon>> Ravage says, "We have a heavily injured Decepticon requiring retrieval and extraction to medical facilities."
<<Decepticon>> Comm Guy Soundwave says, "Medical extraction is required at the Melpomene Bridge. Unit: Ghost is down."
[Con-Tapes] Omen grumbles, "Bite bite bite.. scratch optics out.. bite him now.. Will guard.. Will watch -nasssty- Autobot..
<<Decepticon>> Blast Off says, "If I *muuust* *siiigh*"
<<Decepticon>> Ravage says, "Your aid is appreciated."
[Con-Tapes] Ravage says, "Yes, but later. After she is home and safe."
<<Decepticon>> Blast Off says, "Of course it is."
Omen swoops lower, kraa-calling still in agitation, outlined with plasma, weapon systems running hot as she watches Sideswipe with all the vitriol a not even a year old creation can form. Which is a lot.
Ghost remains unconscious, wing mostly dismembered as Soundwave works to stabilize her, even pulling part of his plating to cover some of her exposed systems from where her wing's been mostly detached. Spinal platings cracked and there's a slowly drying pool of fluids around her now off-white and unmoving self.
About fifty or sixty meters away from the duo is Sideswipe, who has his laser rifle out but at his side and also with it powered down. He's observing the two silently and cautiously. Evaluating as Soundwave would take off parts of himself thoughtfully. Then after a moment his optics would shift over to an analytical mode. But he would still keep be neutral in positioning. Making no sudden movements.
There's a roar of strong shuttle engines as a certain space-faring Combaticon makes his way towards the scene, having been called for his...well, basically, taxi service. But it's an *important* function so while he may mutter and moan about it he also promptly does his job, coming in quickly and looking for a place to land. "<< I have arrived. Sitrep? >>" he radios down to the other Cons to obtain an idea of what's going on before landing.
Soundwave is keeping an optic on Sideswipe, however he seems preoccupied with holding Ghost together. He is using some of his datacables to hold her wing on, while welding a piece of white plating from his own arm to her exposed circuitry. "Unit: Ghost is critical. Must be stabilized before extraction." he radios back, as he focuses on keeping her from bleeding out. He has been administering emergency energon to her systems, trying to get Ghost stable. "Single Autobot troop: Sideswipe present but so far has not attempted hostilities. Keep an optic on him. Stabilizing Ghost is priority."
Well now this is getting fun. There's Jet Judo BFF #7! Sideswipe resists the urge to make a rude gesture up at the Combaticon flying in or to power up his weapon. This is still a parley and he's not going to act unless one of them goes to get aggressive with him. He's trying to play by the rules here. And not do anything to snap out. So he makes sure not to twitch, even as his wariness is increasing with a third Decepticon on the scene. But the Conehead's just here for pickup and delivery.
Omen's just circling at a low level, tight loops, calling out kraas in agitation.
And Ghost's unconscious. She's not bleeding out as rapidly now that Soundwaves worked on sealing up the main line ruptures and forced fuel into her system.
Dust Devil has arrived.
Blast Off circles a moment, receiving Soundwave's report and taking time to scan Sideswipe over there. Hmm. Barring any hostile moves, however, the shuttle decides to make a landing. "<< Understood. Landing now. >>" Interesting. Well- maybe this will help put him in at least a slightly better standing with Ghost than before? The Combaticon - mind you, NOT a Conehead there, pal, he'd be INSULTED! ( Of course anything short of spacer would be, ahem ).... makes his way down for a landing, coming to a stop not too far from the other Cons and opening his cargo bay doors. "<< Ready when you are, Sir. >>"
Soundwave is kneeling by Ghost, helping to stabilize her. He has some of his datacables wrapped around one of her wings, holding it in place and has removed some of his forearm armor, securing it to exposed circuitry. He continues to work on her. "Should have Unit: Ghost stabilized shortly. We will return her to base for repairs. Then work on repayment for her injuries." is he concerned about this soldier? Weird.
Dust Devil was speeding along but decided to transform and walk the rest of the way. He pings Sideswipe to show him his location. Hopefully not calling attention to him.
Is it weird that Soundwave seems concerned about Ghost? Maybe, maybe not. Soundwave already seems to have some sort of attachment to his tapes... minions...whatever they are. Not that Blast Off is going to stick his nose(cone) where it doesn't belong. Oh no, Blast off knows better than to snoop around the master snoop himself. He's just here to do his duty like a good, totally LOYAL Decepticon soldier. "<< Understood. Standing by. >>" But please hurry, he's a sitting petroduck like this.
And there's the ping of his fellow Autobot. At a few more things over on the main channel, Sideswipe would give a cautious nod over towards Soundwave. With Blast Off up in the air and Soundwave saying that he'd return her back to base for repairs.. That's his thing done. "Good." He debates whether to add something trite but decides now isn't the time for it. Then he's smoothly transforming, and heading in the direction of the ping. Not sending a radio message yet - Soundwave is still there. And always listening.
Omen wingovers, dropping towards Soundwave and backwinging to land on his shoulder, chirr-kraaing nervously now. She quiets, plating ruffled, still maybe a bit on fire, so to speak.
Ghost.. Well.. she's still not aware of anything really. But she's being stabilized.
Dust Devil pings again and walks toward SIdeswipe, wondering how much damage there is.<< marco.... >> He is kinda wary because well...GHOST. His last view of her was kinda scary....
Sideswipe would jog to meet Dust Devil, glancing over his shoulder, "Thanks for the backup." HE would just mouth over. "And crank-case out there can hear us, so don't have to worry too much. And Ghost.. Well, she's taking a nap for the moment." Next time Soundwave will be the one 'evening' the score.
Blast Off continues to wait, ready to take the crew home.
Soundwave starts to load Blast Off, gently picking up Ghost. "Another time, Autobots..." he says as he carefully takes her towards the shuttle.
Ghost is plucked off the ground and carried into Blast Off while Omen remains perched on Soundwaves shoulder, making distressed grumbling sounds.
Dust Devil looks Sideswipe over, "Are ya able ta transform? Are ya badly injured?" He frowns and scans the frontliner.
Sideswipe would shake his head, "Nah I'm functional. I can transform. Just going to be slow. Thanks for the backup. And.. Sorta weird." He would glance over in the direction of th Shuttle-Chuff. "Almost like frankenstein there was freaked."
Dust Devil says, "Whaddaya mean?" He follows Sideswipe, making sure to access his movements in case he has to rat out the mech to the medics. "You freaked her out?""
Sideswipe would uh. "Soundwave seemed to be all freaked tryin' to do stuff to her. Even took off bits of himself. Was weird. Sorta like when Sunny was playing Stunticon with the little glitches." Rumble and Frenzy.
Dust Devil says, "That does sound weird....Was Soundwave acting normal? Or could you tell?"
Sideswipe would shrug, "Freakface was.. I dunno, like he was panicking. Or.. That seems the closest. Afraid. Like if you smash one of his tapes in the middle of a fight and even if he's across the entire battlefield you can see him wince."
Dust Devil says, "I wonder what happened that has them so upset. Maybe Megatron is off his meds again...."
Sideswipe would grunt, "That's news to me if he was ever on 'em. Ghost was.. Weird too. I don't know her well but she was just /walking/ and not going in any direction. Like she was drunk."
Repair Bay - DHQ - Tarn[]
Ravage has arrived at the Tarn Medbay upon having done the geometric analysis and presumed that Soundwave would have gone to the nearest area with proper facilities. So him having taken his own route there he's somehow at the medbay before the rest of the group arrives, despite having likely not been anywhere near Tarn nor having hitched a ride on anyone.
Soundwave carries Ghost into the repair bay, cradling her as he carries her to a table. "Thank you for the transportation, Blast Off. I believe she will survive her encounter." he says, seeming more than a bit concerned about her well being.
Ravage would dart along while glancing at Soundwave, and then over at Ghost for a moment. THen letting out a keen-sigh and showcase of support to him. Then he's going to float up and over into the air, some distance away from Ghost. And his optics are going to telescopic mode and X-Ray sections as he would start taking scans of her internals, then passing along this information to Soundwave.
Soundwave nods to Ravage "Help: appreciated." he says. He works on hooking her up to machines, and running a few scans of his own. He hooks her to an energon IV and works on repairing the broken fuel lines first.
Ravage is floating in midair then, going to work over Ghost millimeter by millimeter. Giving Soundwave a showcase of her internal state, where Ravage is seeing frayed lines of her data-cables, off-color bits marking internal spillage, large circuits that may be out of position..