[RL with Bumblebee--Mercy misson~]

[death_chopper]

[Blackout's holed himself up in a wind-worn rock formation, curling in the relative shelter when night falls, or to get out of the wind. He'd be there now, as well, if it weren't for the fear that the rocks would scatter or impede the signal from his PDA

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[yellowbeebot]

[Luckily for Blackout, that signal is very usable just for that purpose. The Autobot is hurrying through the desert, clouds of dust following in his wake as he closes in on the Decepticon turned human. Why is he doing this? Compassion? Pity? He's not sure.]

[There! His sensors pick out the single biological life form curled against a rock and he shifts into a higher gear, moving faster now then any human car should be able to. There's a screech and whine of breaks as he comes to a stop next to Blackout, engine rumbling.]

There you are.

[death_chopper]

[He'd heard him coming, thought it seemed lamentably short notice compared to what he was used to. Fragging weak auditory receptors, practically useless--! But this wasn't the time to dwell on it.

He stared balefully at the approaching Autobot, wishing there was a way to control the acceleration of the fuel pump in his human chest, wishing he felt confident enough in his equilibrium to stand and meet him on his feet-- there was a (rather large) part of his mind that was convinced the Autobot was here to kill him, despite what he'd said.]

Yes. [He made no move to stand, yet, just watching.]

[yellowbeebot]

[A moment passes as Bumblebee looks over Blackout, a pang of pity and something uncomfortably close to disgust rising in him. He fights it down, instead opening the passenger side door with a faint click.]

I assume you want a ride out of this forsaken place, Blackout. [His tone is curt, almost painfully polite.]

[death_chopper]

I don't think I ha-- [He has to stop, another fit of coughing wracking him, badly enough that he has to curl further around himself for a moment. Embarrassing. He finishes weakly.] ...Have much choice.

[He lurches to his feet, practically clinging to the rock in an attempt to offset the weakness in his whole body and the sudden vertigo that sweeps him. He tries to cover it by reaching for the PDA. Look, I planned this, I'm totally not hanging on to this rock because I can't stand up straight.]