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[heroindisguise]

Characters: Optimus, Read Alert, Mirage, any Autobot who wants to tag along.
Content: The Autobots regroup after the skirmish and decide what to do next. Luckily, the deserted Autobot base is where they expected it to be.
Location: Autobot base - Iacon.
Time of day: Late evening
Warnings: none.
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active

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[dsgntionprowl]

While Mirage was inside scouting, the other assembled Autobots waited outside, patiently or not depending on the mech. Ever in the patient camp, Prowl stood silently, pondering over this strange course of events. Just as he was concluding he felt like it would take vorns to properly process it and all its implications and possibilities, his attention was drawn away by a flash of red. Sideswipe. Though they had all transformed and made it this far, something seemed at least a little off with the frontline warrior. He had taken a direct hit... Shockwave's cannon wasn't as horribly destructive as Megatron's, but taking a hit from it was certainly no laughing matter. Tilting his head when he'd seen he'd caught Sideswipe's attention, he spoke with a brief flutter of his doors. "Are you well? Shockwave's cannonblast hit you..."

[charminginred]

Had it been Sunstreaker who'd gotten hit by Shockwave's cannonblast, there wouldn't have been much of an issue. Sideswipe's plating however wasn't as strong as his twin's and thus left the red Lamborghini limping slightly, as well as he tried to hide it. Trying not to reach down and paw at the itching and stinging plating, a certain Datsun's voice caused the frontliner to pick his head up and stare at the tactician for a moment before replying.

"I've had worse," he said with a dismissive shrug, watching Prowl closely. He hadn't seen the shuttle get hit, but he had seen the aftermath of it...and none of it was pretty. Yet...here stood the black and white tactician in front of him like that day had never happened....Hmmm...

[dsgntionprowl]

Prowl's head canted to the side thoughtfully. "True, but even the smallest limp is cause for some attention," he replied. There was a moment of silence, in which the tactician observed the red mech's lingering, interested gaze. "Is something the matter?" For a moment he had considered asking if there was something on his face, more than likely proving he'd been working too many of the wartime vorns with Jazz.

[charminginred]

"I'll be fine," Sideswipe assured, waving a hand at the Datsun before folding his arms over his front to keep his hands tucked away. So did Prowl not remember? Or did he not.... "Ah...I might have hit my head a little hard on landing. Because I think I'm seeing things I shouldn't. Little ant looking things that laugh like a mad scientist wielding around a gun...Cybertron back in its golden days...You."

[dsgntionprowl]

"If it's a hallucination, it's a particularly--" The tactician stopped his sentence in the middle, frowning at that addition. "Me?" he repeated, a doorwing flicking. "Why should I not be here? Other than the fact that none of us should be here rather than on Earth," he added.

[charminginred]

The frontliner tilted his head ever so slightly, arching an optic ridge at the tactician. Obviously something had been wiped from the mech's memory banks. "Well I must have hit my head pretty hard because last I knew you weren't looking as dazzling as you are right now," Sideswipe countered, shifting his weight to his good leg, the plating still tingling and itching.

[dsgntionprowl]

Prowl folded his arms beneath his bumper, faceplates taking on a familiar businesslike air. If this was some elaborate joke with himself at the butt of it all... "I know I must have been injured when our shuttle was boarded, since there is an abrupt drop of my awareness, but we have all seemed to have made it here unscathed... No matter how hard you may have hit your head."

[charminginred]

Sideswipe tipped his head to the other side, jaw working slightly as he listened to Prowl's words. "Guess I must have been dreaming or something," he said airily, only paying attention to the mech in front of him rather than the rest of the bots in their group. This was his Prowl....and he wanted to find out why he was standing here rather than....where he was.

[dsgntionprowl]

Prowl's frown deepened. Even with their collective circumstances, an oddly-behaving Sideswipe was hardly a good sign. "I suppose," was the Datsun's only response, though he'd hardly an idea what the exchange had been about in the first place.

[charminginred]

The Lamborghini gave Prowl a rather disarmingly charming grin, hands dropping down to his waist. "Yep, must be dreaming. Though that doesn't explain why my leg still feels funny," he mumbled the last part, picking his ped up and staring at the burn marks on the brilliant cherry red plating.

[dsgntionprowl]

Prowl only shook his head. He knew a distraction tactic when he saw it, but it didn't seem he'd get anywhere by doggedly demanding information, so he let it slide. "I believe that insect... being is responsible for any burns." His gaze turning on the building they'd stopped in front of. "With any luck, we'll be able to find someone with any kind of medical training."

[charminginred]

"Yeah but that thing shot me in the chest," Sideswipe countered, blinking and pointing at the black splash of burn on his front, more injury to his paint job than anything. He wanted to figure out more of what Prowl knew...if the mech was any different before continuing to delve in places that he shouldn't have.

[dsgntionprowl]

Prowl frowned again, regarding the red warrior. "Then where did Shockwave's blast hit you?" he replied, studying the respective injuries.

[charminginred]

The Lamborghini sighed and pointed down at his leg. "There...and it itches...Aurght," he growled the last bit, finally reaching down and scratching at the scorched plating. "Could really do with Ratchet right now," he groused, picking his hand up and inspecting his fingers before looking at his leg again.

[dsgntionprowl]

"Yes, his presence would be quite the reassurance with Megatron known to be present." Prowl let out his own soft sigh, his gaze drifting to the dim horizon, as though by mention of name, the medic would appear. However, their immediate vicinity remained mostly empty.

[charminginred]

Gaze flicking up the to Datsun from under his helm, Sideswipe studied the other mech closely. "Yeah...Good ol fat head Megabrat. Always messing up our days," he said wryly, going back to inspecting his leg before Prowl could look back at him. It was like looking at a ghost...Or having a really weird dream...