Nexus and Auspex's reality. Park by the sign and the sanctuary. Enter Bob

[scaredymech]

There's a flash and an explosion over the Nexus... and very few people look up other than to ascertain that whatever just went boom isn't coming down on their heads. It's not, so they go about their business as though nothing has happened

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[primus_seeress]

*Her voice is very soft, optics dim* I am not a warrior, I am physically weak, and you likely have more capacity to hurt me, than vice versa. But it isPrimus who makes it safe, here; not even Unicron's servants can hurt someone in his care, while you are here. He will watch over you as he would his own, and there is nothing I can do to subvert that, in any way.

*she tentatively attempts to address the Mini-Con in question, her tone sympathetic, gentle and honest* Nightwind..? Layali...? I'm so sorry for what's happened to you, my friend, both now, and when you were new. Nobody deserves to be treated that way, and my spark hurts to hear of it. Please, I beg you... don't be afraid. I give you my word that you will be safe here; if that is not enough, I will offer whatever has the weight of truth, in your optics. I promise that I only wish for your help in repairing an injured mech... but I will find someone else, if this is too much; I will not ask anything of you, if it will frighten you further. *she bows her head respectfully, to both Mini-Cons*

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Even without a face Bender's distrust and disbelief are plain from his body language. But he only looks down at his friend as the white Bulk speaks to her.

For her part, Nightwind cringes and curls as small as she can, still too frightened to be able to process.

Bender shakes his head. "Primus doesn't care about us. We're not his."

"He does," says Hormah softly, her hand going up and toward the Minicons of its own volition.

Nightwind starts as the small spark of energy jumps into her, then beeps and looks up as Bender gasps.

Hormah's optics are enormous. "I didn' mean t' be doin' that!"

"How the slagging...." Bender's staring. "You just upgraded us!"

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex's optics dim further, at Nightwind's reaction. It's too much, there's no way to reach her now...* Perhaps Cureall can make it here, before he's gone...

*She blinkblinks, looking over in time to see the energy exchange; her optics widen also* Hormah? *she notes that she's as surprised as the rest of them* Do you know what happened?

[random_xtras]

The younger femme gives a blurt of rapidfire deedlebeeping, but then remembers Auspex's race and switches to Cybertronian. "I think maybe the boss used it to show you he does care...."

Bender's staring at her with amazement. "But that was you? You can upgrade Minicons, too?"

Hormah nods, wincing. "Don't tell anybody?"

He looks down at his hand, flexing it and then touching the weapon port on his hip before he looks at Nightwind, who is still huddled against him, but is now looking at her captor with that avid curiosity that at times seems to be the only thing able to lift her out of her fear.

And then the purple femme sits up. "Can you powerlink?"

"I... don't know." Hormah looks at Auspex, seeking reassurance on a topic she's been trained is taboo.

"Do you have a port? Or do you just do the finger zap thing?" Nightwind beeps to herself.

"I... we don't have time. Bob's going to die!"

"I just want to know," says the little purple femme, cringing back against Bender.

"I... do. But it's covered."

"Is it Minicon or Bulk?"

"Iceberg said it could go either way." Hormah's uncertainty grows.

Nightwind actually sits up straight, her visor blinking as her processor whirs. "I bet you don't have Minicon sized tools."

Hormah's expression drops to dismay. No, she hasn't.

[primus_seeress]

*Unfortunately, Auspex is not the one to be looking at for confirmation on the subject of powerlinking; the whole concept seems foreign to her, anyway, not to mention unfair to the Mini-Cons. It only reinforces her loathing for Unicron, that he would assemble beings for the sole purpose of being used by others, like so much junk machinery, whether or not sentience was what he intended for them, originally. It's not right.*

*So, she simply listens to the exchange in silence, thanking Primus that poor Nightwind is communicating now. But...* No tools? Oh dear... *can this situation get any more problematic?*

[nightwind_benz]

"Where's your port?" Nightwind pushes shakily to her feet, her optic visor intent on Hormah.

"But... I don't want to do that to you." The younger femme cringes for the first time since Auspex has known her.

"Bender says you're one of us...." Nightwind shudders and beeps for a bit,b but then looks up again. "Maybe it won't be so bad."

Hormah flails her hands and prays.

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex's brow furrows in concern* But why..? If it frightens you... *she grimaces, hoping her speaking doesn't stir Nightwind's fear, again. If she forgets Auspex is there, it might help.*

*meanwhile, she replaces her hand on Hormah's shoulder, channelling a bit, hoping to calm her. She quietly speaks to her* I don't like it, either. But she is brave to ask...