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May 01, 2010 01:46

[Ratchet's processor felt as though it were full of sand, obscuring the details of the past few megacycles, clogging mechanisms...

Which very well could have been true, considering he'd awoken sprawled on his face on the beach.

His system warnings had become an incessant whine in the background, his joints aching and stiff.  There were severed connections, dents in his armor... And he remembered where everyone of them had come from, unfortunately enough.  The only consolation of the entire situation was that he hadn't managed any severe damage to his comrades, but even that... Guilt weighed on his Spark heavily, the jewel's involvement not even factoring in.

Blinking the sand out of his optics, he finally sat up - and faced a cat-sized red lobster, staring back at him.

... Odd.  He didn't remember seeing any of these creatures on the ship.

As he reached out to poke the creature, a small pincer closed around his finger, locking on securely - It didn't hurt at all, but it allowed the medic to lift the creature by one tiny arm, and draw it closer for examination.]

Fascinating.

[ooc: Due to RL fail on my part, I haven't been around to bring dorkbot back - So he's been in a modified stasis after having his jewel removed by Jazz and Phoenix.  Consider him to have passed out and slept it off.  Fighting things is tiring for old bots. orz]

sand in my joints, this isn't good, event, angst, halp, lobsters, i didn't mean to do that, wtf, derp, whoops, medical fail, dammit, ouch

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