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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]

I'm not going to fight him alone! *wicked grin* I'm going to have two armies at my back...

...and you, if you can find the courage. *not taunting, but he heard the unspoken as well as the spoken part of Scourge's words, and this little one needs a chance to redeem himself*

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*takes a nervous glance over at his lack-of-wing* I'm not much good to you like this. *turns back around, looking into Galvatron's optics and feeling his will to live and fight begin to return* But...if you'll have me, I'm yours.

[chaos-gunner.livejournal.com]

if you'll have me, I'm yours.

*smiles* Of course you are. And we'll have that mended before we send you into battle, don't worry! *glances round at Ariel, in a kind of "yours!" way*

[paradronmedic.livejournal.com]

*startled... intimidated... then finally resolute*

*edges over to Scourge, approaching him from the front with hands out and obviously empty* *softly* Hello. My name is Ariel, I'm a medtech from Paradron. *kneels beside him*

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

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*

[paradronmedic.livejournal.com]

*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.*

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

*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.

[paradronmedic.livejournal.com]

*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*

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

Is there a truce on? *winces slightly*

[paradronmedic.livejournal.com]

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

[corruptedhope.livejournal.com]

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

[paradronmedic.livejournal.com]

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.

[chaos-gunner.livejournal.com]

*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!/