G1 Bluestreak
Flat on his back, doors flared out behind him, Bluestreak lays almost covered by the tall grass swaying on either side of him. The medbay’s within optical range, but only just, and the Datsun’s dim optics stare blankly up into the sky, watching the clouds roll by overhead, the faintest echo of music on his internal radio leaking from
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