Nexus. Safe house behind the Black Dog. Life.
Something hurt.
She groaned softly as she came online, then put her ears back in a frown as she realized that she was laying on her back on a level surface with her wings cloaked around her comfortably.
"Vhat...?" She listened to sounds and didn't recognize them, though she could tell that there were two different congregations of people a little distance from the building... large building... that she was laying in.
Oh. Her head hurt. Why?
Memories began to trickle into her awareness, and her ears went back flat as she analyzed them. So many holes. But I have a feeling zey vill not be filled. Zis is vhat I have to vork vith.
"Liedherz?" rumbled a deep voice, and she startled with a gasp, seeking for sound or smell of the voice's owner.
"Sorry." A hand... very large... touched her shoulder gently, then slipped behind her head as a cup was pressed to her mouth.
She drank carefully, savoring the taste of the fluid that slid down her throat, then tipped her head to show that she'd had enough.
"I am not Liedherz," she said as the cup was taken away and she was carefully laid back. "Liedherz ist dead."
"That Liedherz," said the deep voice, as heavy footsteps moved across a small room with no ceiling. "You're not."
She ear-frowned again as she thought that over. Then she shrugged and listened to the stranger. "Vhatever. I suppose I need a name, und it vill do."
"Pretty," said the big mech as he returned from setting the mug on a desk. "Songheart."
Liedherz shrugged again, then paused and listened to her own self. "Vhat ist different?"
"You're alive."
"Alive....?" Her hand went to her chest as she realized that she felt something there.
"Spark," supplied her helper.
"How?" She moved her wings and opened up her chest to touch her spark compartment, feeling the energy there.
"Allspark fragment."
That didn't clear things up, but she decided to drop the matter and just close up her chest. "Vhere ist zis?"
"Safehouse. Behind the Black Dog."
"Ze Black Dog?" She 'looked' at him quizzically.
"Bar."
"Ah." He didn't seem to be much of a talker. "Und who are you?"
"Scattor."
The name didn't ring a bell, even when she reached up and touched her fingers to his face plates.
"Ugly," he said amiably.
"Are you?" she asked distractedly. "Ach. I don't know ze difference. But I see zat you're big."
"Yup." The big hand patted her gently on the wing.
She blinked and moved her head restlessly, but recent trauma and the energy in her tank pulled her under and she sank into recharge.
She groaned softly as she came online, then put her ears back in a frown as she realized that she was laying on her back on a level surface with her wings cloaked around her comfortably.
"Vhat...?" She listened to sounds and didn't recognize them, though she could tell that there were two different congregations of people a little distance from the building... large building... that she was laying in.
Oh. Her head hurt. Why?
Memories began to trickle into her awareness, and her ears went back flat as she analyzed them. So many holes. But I have a feeling zey vill not be filled. Zis is vhat I have to vork vith.
"Liedherz?" rumbled a deep voice, and she startled with a gasp, seeking for sound or smell of the voice's owner.
"Sorry." A hand... very large... touched her shoulder gently, then slipped behind her head as a cup was pressed to her mouth.
She drank carefully, savoring the taste of the fluid that slid down her throat, then tipped her head to show that she'd had enough.
"I am not Liedherz," she said as the cup was taken away and she was carefully laid back. "Liedherz ist dead."
"That Liedherz," said the deep voice, as heavy footsteps moved across a small room with no ceiling. "You're not."
She ear-frowned again as she thought that over. Then she shrugged and listened to the stranger. "Vhatever. I suppose I need a name, und it vill do."
"Pretty," said the big mech as he returned from setting the mug on a desk. "Songheart."
Liedherz shrugged again, then paused and listened to her own self. "Vhat ist different?"
"You're alive."
"Alive....?" Her hand went to her chest as she realized that she felt something there.
"Spark," supplied her helper.
"How?" She moved her wings and opened up her chest to touch her spark compartment, feeling the energy there.
"Allspark fragment."
That didn't clear things up, but she decided to drop the matter and just close up her chest. "Vhere ist zis?"
"Safehouse. Behind the Black Dog."
"Ze Black Dog?" She 'looked' at him quizzically.
"Bar."
"Ah." He didn't seem to be much of a talker. "Und who are you?"
"Scattor."
The name didn't ring a bell, even when she reached up and touched her fingers to his face plates.
"Ugly," he said amiably.
"Are you?" she asked distractedly. "Ach. I don't know ze difference. But I see zat you're big."
"Yup." The big hand patted her gently on the wing.
She blinked and moved her head restlessly, but recent trauma and the energy in her tank pulled her under and she sank into recharge.