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[apprentice_lurk]

*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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[chaos-gunner.livejournal.com]

*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*

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*Scourge quietly takes the energon and stores it away, rationing it out of habit. He starts as Galvatron touches him, staring upward in almost worshipful awe, optics wide with shock* Galvatron.

[chaos-gunner.livejournal.com]

*softly, almost affectionately* Scourge... *draws one hand away, moves it to brush his fingertips down Scourge's faceplate*

*quietly, but with fierce conviction* Wherever you came from - you belong with me now...!

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*shivers, bowing his head* I failed you. *not worthy, not worthy of being here at all*

[chaos-gunner.livejournal.com]

Failed whom?! *sits back a bit to listen to this story* My alternate? Your Galvatron?

*headtilt* Tell me what happened!

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*doesn't dare look at him now* When Rodimus Void was created, Galvatron was the first to stand against him. He challenged Void, and was the first to fall by his hand. Cyclonus led the other Decepticons into battle and--*shakes again, curling into himself*

[chaos-gunner.livejournal.com]

*nodding* Go on. *strangely calm, given his reputation...*

[lavender-wings.livejournal.com]

*shivers quietly - she doesn't know what this Scourge is going to tell, but she can imagine*

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*the words are coming out fast and quiet now* I stayed behind. I thought they could surely handle things, and the Sweeps and I could collect salvage from Unicron. *takes in a deep, shuddering breath* Void and his troops overwhelmed them. Passing through, they encountered us and took us as prisoners. We were forced to serve him, on pain of torture and death.

I tried twice to escape. I was brought back twice. After that it just wasn't worth it.

[apprentice-lurk.livejournal.com]

*quietly moves back over to him, handing over another cube - not ordinary energon this time, but something a little more specialised from a medical kit* Drink it this time, okay? *worried look*

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*nods weakly, then gulps the whole cube as if it were the last energon in the galaxy, licking the excess from his lips and fingers*

[apprentice-lurk.livejournal.com]

*bites her lip and passes him another, wishing she had more to hand*

[chaos-gunner.livejournal.com]

*with an edge of grim laughter in his voice* One constant across the universes, then - all Sweeps are cowards! *touches Scourge lightly, taking any implied sting out of the words - he's almost joking, if it weren't both serious and the truth*

Well then! *optics spark with menace* Perhaps it's time someone showed Rodimus Void that he can only go so far and no further! *looks at 'Boots* Dreadboots, call our Prime and tell him we're going to need him!

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*clutches at his arm* Please, don't get him angry. Just give him what he wants and he'll leave us alone. *shifts a bit, coming out more into the light. There is a fresh and bleeding wound where his right wing should be, looking as if it was ripped clean off his body* I'd rather lose my wings than my life.

[chaos-gunner.livejournal.com]

Scourge. *and if he doesn't remember that tone of command/love/die-for-me, then there's no hope for the poor alternate* Nobody's going to die here except Void and his twisted slaves! And no Decepticon under my command gives up his wings to anyone!

*runs his fingers down the torn wound on Scourge's back, his energy sparking and burning on the spilled energon and oil - it hurts, but it's a clean pain, almost cleansing*

Trust me.

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*dares to finally look into his bright optics and sees hope there, a chance that the pain will finally stop* I...

What he wants is pain. If he takes me back, he'll torture me to death. *clings to his arm desperatly* My lord, Galvatron...if I'm worth anything to you, don't let him take me back alive.

[chaos-gunner.livejournal.com]

*smiles, cruelly, tenderly, and brings his gun into line until the barrel of the cannon nudges Scourge's forehead - not hard, just... there*

I give you my word of honour that if it comes to it, I'll vaporise you myself!

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*the barest little hint of a smile* Thank you, my lord. *so, if anything else, he at least has an escape route*

Please, don't try to fight him yourself. He'll rip you apart. Just leave him alone. *because I don't want to be taken from you again*

[apprentice-lurk.livejournal.com]

*sends the message, letting Galvatron deal with keeping Scourge calm* //Rodimus Prime, do you read me? We've got a particularly nasty infestation of Voids we'd like to borrow you about - respond!// *and if she sounds more crisp and snappish than usual - well, can you blame her?*

[giri-guy.livejournal.com]

*the answering transmission is faint, but whole and growing stronger* //I read you, 'Boots. I'm on my way.// *audible wry grin* //Would've been here sooner, but I had to dig myself out of several yards of diplomacy first.//

//What's the situation?//

[apprentice-lurk.livejournal.com]

*sharply, coldly angry* //We've got Void's version of Scourge terrified and bleeding to death on the floor, and he wants mine and Scourge's wings as forfeit for letting him go. Galvatron's not giving him either, and I'm only losing my wings if I can beat Void over the head with them.//

[paradronmedic.livejournal.com]

*meanwhile, is striving mightily to stay out of the Chaos-Bringer's way. She might have left when he entered, but poor Scourge's wing... her hands itch to tend the wound, even if she can't make a proper start of rebuilding his wing with the tools on hand.*

[chaos-gunner.livejournal.com]

*is ignoring you like whoa, more focused on Scourge and Boots - you don't register as a threat*

[paradronmedic.livejournal.com]

*Good, because she really, really isn't. Put a gun in her hand and she'd waste half an hour trying to figure out which end was supposed to point at the other guy.*

*Nevertheless, she's edging closer to Scourge. As soon as Galvatron takes his attention off the injured alternate, she'll get to work.*

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*Scourge doesn't want anyone near his wing-unless they're taking the other one off. He knows his obligation*