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*jaw is set and optics steady, though she's starting to feel just a tiny bit sick* So - Roddy, somebody, any chance I can borrow a medic?

And... *attempt at a smile, holding out a smallish-sized box* I tried the cake idea, but I don't know how well it worked. You could always use it as a missile if it didn't...happy birthday, guys.

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Our Rodimus was true to his trust! *shoots a quick, teasing glance at Rodimus* Well, mostly, at any rate...

Look at him, Scourge. This is what your Void should have been! *points at Rodimus, who is looking all heroic and fierce and about as far from an evil sadist as one can get*

But you said Rodimus was destroyed. *doesn't understand what's going on here at all* How can he be Prime?

*just stares at this...abberation in the natural order of the universe* How?

*muttered* Still...

No, sweetheart, I said he and Galvatron destroyed Unicron - Roddy never got turned like Void did. He said no. *wing carefully goes around his back, not touching*

You did some creative reinterpretation of your job, too. *pokes glossa out, completely ruining the "heroic and fierce" thing*

*looks startled at the praise, then grins in a rather 'aw shucks' fashion*

An Autobot. *things are very strange here*

*nods* It's thinnest close to the base of the wing; one smooth cut should do it if you have a laser scalpel. *turns his wing towards her*

*gracefully steps aside as to not be run over* Welcome, Prime. *she means it too - like her Lord and Emperor, she's more than glad to see him - in a situation like this, it won't hurt to have a Matrix Bearer around*

*shakes his head* Rodimus didn't have a choice. The Matrix was corrupted. This one...is pure.

*gently moves his wing aside* I won't need it for this. *turns to his injured side and starts sealing the rend, her touch careful and delicate - and her grip on his opposite shoulder communicating that it would be a bad idea to move.*

*shivers; usually repairs meant they were just going to open something else up. Outside of torture, he did his own repairs* Why are you helping me? I'm not your prisoner.

*breathless grin* Good to see you again, Steadfast. *abbreviated bow*

*he can't see her expression, but she certainly sounds confused* What do you mean, why am I helping you? I'm a medic. *fix fix fix*

Is there a truce on? *winces slightly*

This one didn't get messed with first. Galvatron wouldn't let Unicron have it. *practically glows with pride*

*feels the wince and eases off marginally* So I'm told. It wouldn't matter either way, though. You needed help.

No Autobot in my world would offer me this. *sighs* But then again, if it was my world I wouldn't be with Autobots.

*stares in amazement, tasting the name on his glossa* Rodimus Prime. Incredible.

I'm beginning to get the idea that ours is not an ordinary universe. *seals the last crack and stands with a sigh, turning to Galvatron*

*quiet, respectful* Sir... he's out of danger, but he'll need a new wing, and I don't have the technical knowhow to build one. Not without help or a blueprint of some sort.

He doesn't know you. He thought you were the guy that was going to yank his wings off.

....he was going to what?

*nods, approving - Galvatron is not one to let considerations of faction interfere with his respect for those who do their work well*

Well, that's easily remedied! *switches to radio*

/Scourge! Get over here!/ *as an afterthought* /And bring Cyclonus with you!/

*jaw tightens* What d'you think happened to the other one? *moves just a little closer to Scourge*

*fierce, protective grin* And if anyone's going to take Void down, it'll be those two.

((Continue here.))

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