[Here's a Blackout, sitting out in the desert, all alone and still human lol. At least he has finally managed to get some decent sleep, and is not quite so incoherent as he was previously. He's tucked up against the base of a minor rock formation, poking at the PDA so graciously left him.]

my lord Megatron, rewaard a tirelss servant adn come step onme?

((I know he muse is dead for you, Setine, so not actually expecting a response from Megs, but Blackout wouldn't be Blackout if he didn't appeal to his esteemed leader.))

THis damn bbody can't even recharge properly--!

How am I supposed to--

I don't understand--

Why can't I--

Why is it so cold?!

Bored. Again.

This is the worst part of waiting for orders.

I think I need to get my central processing unit debugged.

((Cue Blackout's delayed reaction to this.))

This enforced inactivity grows tedious.

Hadn't realized how much the pressure down there was mucking up my systems until now. Still some damage beyond the capabilities of my self-repair circuitry--unfortunate, but unavoidable. I'm functional enough.

The warmth is...nice.