Ouch ((Co-written with slag_megs))

[pastwillhaunt]

There's a thunderous boom that will be felt for blocks, and the Nexus is suddenly possessed of fifty foot of spiky black movie mech embedded in a slight crater caused by the force of his fall. Steam rises slowly from his armor, and there's a tiny hole in one side of his mirrored visor, right over where his optic would be. Hidden by the visor, the

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[insect_kickback]

*Kickback perches on a nearby wall having enough sense of mind to stay out of the way* I can call for Bombshell if you wish. *he suggests tentatively after all this has nothing to do with him*

[slag_megs]

"Bombshell able ta do anything against an EMP grenade ta the central processor?" asks Jazz absently, watching the light fade from Dreadnought's optic.

[insect_kickback]

*Kickback nods* He's an expert with central processors and mental stuff so if he can't I don't know who could. *He watches jumping down from his perch and approaching cautiously*

[slag_megs]

Jazz is kept from replying as Dreadnought suddenly shifts into two smaller mechs, and he's preoccupied with getting some energy for the cat.

Then he looks back to the other mech, his expression a little stunned. "Sorry, man, that all went in one audial 'n out the other."

[insect_kickback]

*Kickback nodds* Understandable I said that Bombshell is an expert with central processors and mental stuff; if he cannot help your friend here then I do not know who could.

*he tilts his head to the side as if asking someone something over his internal comm* He says he'll be willing to help.

[slag_megs]

Jazz rubs his face, then walks over and opens Dreadnought's chest to show an empty casing.

"He able ta fix that?" he asks heavily.

[insect_kickback]

*Kickback shrugs* It's the nexus anything can happen. The ghosts are just a part of the weirdness. *Kickback idly wonders how the hell he got an EMP to his CPU in the first place but has enough tact not to ask*

[slag_megs]

He might wonder why a guy with the Autobot insignia is looking so sad about a dead Decepticon, too.

Jazz stumbles a bit as the cat bumps him, then absently puts an arm around its neck and eyes the little bug-former. "Who're you, anyhow?"

[insect_kickback]

*Not really Kickback's adopted an autobot youngling due to the neuxs being... well the nexus*

I'm Kickback one of the insecticon subgroup. ...you're Jazz? *yes Kickback's familiar with Movie-verse bots and cons*

[slag_megs]

"Yeah, that's me." His voice is a little rough as he goes to one knee under the cat's demands for attention.

[insect_kickback]

Thought so. *Kickback looks at the cat* hmm looks like Ravage

[slag_megs]

"Ravage...." Jazz grunts and finally manages to convince the big feline mech to settle down. "Wasn' never this big, man."

[insect_kickback]

*Kickback's antennae twitch* Depends on the version of Ravage. I saw one once that was huge. *then again Kickback is slightly smaller than Jazz...well except for his wings*

[slag_megs]

"Dang... glad I jes' got the little version. He was enough trouble as he was." Jazz looks wearily at the now empty shell, wondering what the two mech's names were when they weren't combined. "We should probably move that outta the way...."

[insect_kickback]

*he smirks* Yeah our back home is quite small but I did see this one that was bigger than me. *he's like a little kid sometimes honestly*

*Kickback's antennae twitch and he sombers quickly* What do you want to do with it? *he could eat it but he doubts that'll earn him any brownie points with the silver mech and Kickback's not in the mood to get himself anymore enemies*

[slag_megs]

"Find someplace safe ta put it." He tries to get up, only to groan as he realizes his hip was leaking again and is now stiff with dried out gunk. "Slaaag."