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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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*Ariel peeks in, only trailing a few instances of Rainbows and Butterflies behind her.* Excuse me. Rodimus Prime told me there was need of a medic here?

*optics brighten, then the sick feeling only gets worse. Better a medic than anyone else, but this means she's actually going to have to-* Uh, yeah. Thanks. *sort-of smile*

*fidgets for a minute, then just gets on with it* ...I need you to take my wings off.

*there's a resonance across the universes that means that, even without knowing why or what or whence, the original Unicronians just know when something is wrong with one of their own*

*which is why the door comes off its sliding tracks and takes half the wall with it, in a cloud of smoke and dust and almost-white plasma fire, and a tall, gleaming shape appears from the fog of the blast, smoking gun still raised, optics blazing, static flaring from his crest like some kind of unholy halo*

Nobody is taking anybody's wings off, Commodore!

*glares, takes a deep breath* And somebody is going to tell me what's going on! And before you even think about it, don't insult my intelligence by saying "nothing"!

*jumps bolt upright and lets out a stifled shriek, almost hitting the ceiling, and spins around so fast she has to catch herself from falling* Yeagh! Whatth-

*optics huge, doesn't look any less terrified when she sees just who it is - or, rather, sees the look on his face* *flinches automatically* Well - I - *almost guilty expression, wings clinking together soft and sharp*

What? *takes a swift pace forward, looming over you*

By all means! Take him! Bring him here if you wish, bring him to Charr, whatever! But in the name of Unicron himself, why are you even thinking about keeping your word to Void?! Are you a Decepticon or has too much time in the Autobot base corroded your processors?!

*hunches and shrinks, wings pulled in, worrying at her lip* Because I'm not powerful enough to stop him on my own and no-one knew where you were, and - he can pick up on what the person's feelings were when the damage was done. I was going to try and give him the biggest headache he's had in a while as much as I could.

*stares at you, jaw visibly dropping, angry and frustrated and... possibly even worried? all at once*

You have a radio, you heroism-overcompensated bucket of bolts! Our Scourge - or the Dis - can pick you up from almost anywhere!

And if you want to give Void a headache - well, *raises arm and runs hand lovingly up cannon barrel* IT CAN BE ARRANGED!

((Pretend that's Scourge in the icon. Icon's not done yet.))

*There's a small whimper from the corner, behind a few boxes* *whispered* You can't do that.

((reposted 'cause I just realised she was addressing the wrong Unicronian, lol - my brain is mush))

*Steadfast may not be a Unicronian, but then she didn't need to feel anything across universes - her habit of "keeping an optic on Dreadboots in case she does something noble-but-near-suicidal again" was enough to bring her here ((wherever "here" is))*

Mighty Galvatron, I did not know what she wanted to do... *gives Dreadboots an "Whatever it is, you could have told me!" look*

With all due respect, my lord, I can't borrow your cannon to shoot the git myself. I don't have the armour or the power to shoot him down, but I might be able to have him wake up screaming for the rest of his life!

*turns around and tries to find where the voice was coming from* Scourge? You don't need to hide, y'know...

*hears that, and spins around to look for the source of the voice* *stops short, optics going wide and a look of real horror coming over his face at the sight of a battered, broken, missing-winged double of his second lieutenant staring timidly up at him*

I am Galvatron! I can do anything I please! *the words are pretty much reflexive, but he still sounds like he believes it*

*moves closer, peering at you* And you are... Scourge?

*another whimper, and someone nervously pokes his head up over the top of the boxes. It looks like Scourge. Vaguely, in the way a healthy and happy Doberman resembles a Doberman who has spent his whole life being kicked, starved, and kept on a chain. And he only has one wing* Yes. Sort of.

*is quiet, her energy signature pale... whatever's enough to horrify Galvatron is surely terrifying enough to her*

*it's not more than a whisper*

This is a transmission from the freelance mercenary Defcon; I recently intercepted an SOS distress call on this frequency. I have medical supplies and am in your vicinity. May I be of service?

*stands next to him protectively* That's pretty much what I said, my lord.

This could get confusing...!

Well, since you're here, I suppose you're under my command! *narrows optics a little* Aren't you...?

((I don't know how this Scourge feels about answering to an alt-Galvatron, but unless they had a very different relationship in his continuity I'm guessing he won't mind too much...? Galvatron isn't going to hurt him, just wants to know where everyone stands.))

*Scourge avoids her gaze and ducks his head*

You can't borrow my cannon but you can borrow the flagship, you fool! Or isn't that enough firepower for you? *optics gleam*

*this shocks her even more - the Scourge she knows would never bow his head to her*

*blinkblinks* *genuinely hadn't been expecting anyone other than people she knew, so this was - unexpected, to say the least*

*wryly* ...Not for the original purpose I had in mind, to be honest- *tilts head and glances back at Scourge* -but we may well need you to help out a second medic in another operation. It's a nasty-looking job, though.

((Scourge is terrified of pretty much everything that isn't Dreadboots, right now. But once he gets over it, he'll probably cling like glue to him. Quite loyal))

I-I think so. Sir. *The dead is talking to him, and he's afraid to move or blink, lest he disappear.* It's good to see you again, sir.

*...gapes at him. Literally, jaw dropping*

I'd- *poins weakly to the sky* You'd- *wings twitch* Y'mean you'd let- *optics are huge*

*...squeaks quietly*

*...then gives him a vicious, malicious grin better suited to a Sharkticon* Yes sir!

*smiles at that, reassured that at least this alternate isn't going to make things too difficult*

Fine! Welcome to what seems to be the only half sane continuum around here! *in his usual impulsive fashion, comes forward, kneels, and clasps both of alt-Scourge's hands in his own - his aura washes over Scourge, bright and hot and definitely alive* *his grip is just this side of painfully hard, and again, entirely substantial and real*

*is frankly terrified of other Decepticons, after what he's done and been forced to do*

Acknowledged, nasty jobs are my specialty! For a small price, my skills are at your disposal.

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