I think the worst of all this is over. Demolishor patched me up and stuck a plexiglass plate over the big damn gaping hole in my chest, so I'm cool until we can find a real medic who isn't a total moron to get me properly fixed. Gah
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*waves at the two of them* Good to see you're ... mostly all right. Have you tried Roddy's medics? With that whole truce thing and you guys living there once, they'd probably help you out.
*comes a little closer, casting the obligatory quick glance around* Doing what? *bemused* You guys aren't fighting anymore ... oh, wait, building those new shells?
All I did was pass him the clamps. *shrugs* Never learned any medic-type stuff. Not at the level of basic repairs at the Academy yet. *tilts head* But I'm not quite sure why that guy was so mad at everyone. I mean, if they were sparklets, then they couldn't help it. And then they others... *shrugs*
As far as I can tell, he's mostly mad because everyone else was on their side, and because they were hurting me. Me, I don't care either way; they stopped being my problem after they left my body.
Duskwing slips in quietly, looking as normal as he can. Snowcat has other visitors, after all.
"Hey! Snowcat--want ya to know your mean green friend has been sayin' slag about me that ain't true! I did help--he couldn't get the little ones all out safe-like, so I finessed 'em out. He'd have just yanked and maybe tore somethin' up. He almost did--I had to tell him that some a' what he was yankin' at was your wires, not more of the little ones." Duskwing looks and sounds aggrieved. "Clamped some, too. And Demolishor's sayin' I didn't do nothin' to help ya, and that's slag!"
He scowls. "Blackstar mighta helped, but he was protectin' the priestess and the little ones on account of Demolishor threatenin' 'em. That kept him kinda busy, you know?"
Protectin' the priestess counts as a criminal offense by me. *Snowkitty mewls quietly* And yeah, you might have helped out and Dem didn't mention it. He was pretty pissed after the whole thing happened; I'm just glad he didn't blame me for it this time. He cares, y'know?
Duskwing scowls. "Yeah, he was pretty worried 'bout you--but he didn't need to take it out everyone as wanted to help. Just bad luck none of us knew squat about repairin' mechs, you know?"
He frowns, puzzled. "What do you got against th' priestess? She's kinda weird, but she at least takes stuff seriously when I try ta tell her somethin' bad is going down. The other guys, the Autobots, you gotta tell 'em stuff like 4-5 times, and they still gotta ask stupid questions like they can't figure out simple words like 'the kid didn't die in the explosion'. I ask ya, what is difficult about that?"
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I can't keep track of who hates who this week.
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I'm on speaking terms with Roddy when I know where he is. At the moment, I don't.
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"Hey! Snowcat--want ya to know your mean green friend has been sayin' slag about me that ain't true! I did help--he couldn't get the little ones all out safe-like, so I finessed 'em out. He'd have just yanked and maybe tore somethin' up. He almost did--I had to tell him that some a' what he was yankin' at was your wires, not more of the little ones." Duskwing looks and sounds aggrieved. "Clamped some, too. And Demolishor's sayin' I didn't do nothin' to help ya, and that's slag!"
He scowls. "Blackstar mighta helped, but he was protectin' the priestess and the little ones on account of Demolishor threatenin' 'em. That kept him kinda busy, you know?"
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He frowns, puzzled. "What do you got against th' priestess? She's kinda weird, but she at least takes stuff seriously when I try ta tell her somethin' bad is going down. The other guys, the Autobots, you gotta tell 'em stuff like 4-5 times, and they still gotta ask stupid questions like they can't figure out simple words like 'the kid didn't die in the explosion'. I ask ya, what is difficult about that?"
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Autobots are naturally dense. What's her excuse?
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