Payback. It's... got nothing on Ro-tor.

[namedbyothers]

Finally.

Things are back to normal.

*wince* Even if I, uh... I'm not sure I can move any more. *is out of a name*
 

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[insect_kickback]

*Kickback's wound up here by accident this time so it should be no surprise that his first comment is* ...what the slagging hell happened to you?

*as he then glares at his pinpoint*

[namedbyothers]

*Movor's dented, scraped and not a little surprised to see Kickback. He pulls himself up so he's not slumping against the console and stares at the Insecticon.* Ro-tor. Slag happened to you? *His voice is tired, and there's a trace of static around the edges.*

[insect_kickback]

*Kickback winces a little in sympathy* Ouch he musta been really peeved.

Oh me; I err, had an op go badly wrong. I pinpointed out in order not to get blown into a gazillion pieces only to wind up here. Why autobots have to be so self sacrificing I'll never know. *he shakes his head a little at that.*

*If Movor does look close enough he'll see Kickback's paint is scorched and flaking, his framework's dented; but he's still standing.*

[namedbyothers]

Yeah... I guess you could put it like that. *Movor's a little quiet there. And a little pleased-sounding.*

*He looks Kickback over.* Screwup, huh? And you figured this place was safer?