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Post by Red Alert on Oct 11, 2011 16:17:07 GMT -5
<~"Of course I do, Jazz."~> Red Alert replied, giving Jazz's hand a gentle squeeze as he smiled at the silver mech. <~"You're the only bot I've ever met who's managed to die, then come back from the Great Spark to be among the living. I'm not going to abandon you, Jazz, just like you didn't abandon me the Cycle I found out about...what had happened."~> His voice was firm, firm in the sense that he'd made his decision, and there wasn't a bot in the universe that could change his processor. <~"I'll always be there for you, brother. Till All are One."~>
He looked up when Wheeljack spoke to him, mentioning helping cleaning Jazz's frame. "Sure." He replied, turning his attention fully, for the first time, really, to the damaged part of Jazz's frame. It was bad, and he almost stepped back in horror at what had been done to Jazz's frame, but he caught himself. That wasn't what Jazz needed right now, and he shook his helm inwardly before starting to clear some of the debris with his free hand, allowing Jazz to continue to hold onto his other arm.
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Post by Jazz on Oct 12, 2011 8:11:36 GMT -5
Jazz closed his optics at Red Alert's reassurance, nodding a bit and glad his dear brother was there. He was glad Charter was there too, the skinny mech seemed to know just how to keep the nightmares at bay. He could feel the life support umbilical being plugged into the inner socket inside his Sparkling chamber, which felt odd but he said nothing. When Jolt mentioned the option of putting Jazz into stasis however, Jazz' optics snapped open wide in fear and his free hand grabbed Jolt's arm and shook his head, a near frantic expression on his face. "No! Don't put me in stasis, he'll get me there, I'll die! I don't want to die! Don't let him take me, please!" he pleaded, his words coming in rapid fire at Jolt.
Wheeljack looked to Jolt, then Charter, then Red Alert, then glancing over at Optimus, a deeply worried look on his face. He then looked to Jazz, laying his hand on the silver mech's forearm that had grabbed hold of Jolt. "It's alright Jazz, we won't let you fall, I promise. Ratchet'll be here soon to help, and I promise we won't let you go into stasis. We have plenty of pain inhibitors here, and Red isn't going anywhere, he won't leave you, none of us will. I promise." he said trying to reassure their small friend. Something had him terrified and he glanced to Charter a moment. <"I don't know what he saw, or what you see in there, but I've never seen him like this, no one has. He's never been afraid of anything in his life. Primus, Charter, what happened to him?"> he sent to Charter alone over private coms, hoping for but not expecting much of an answer knowing how the slender mech was about privacy regarding his work with others. Charter was known for his strict adherence to confidentiality.
Jazz seemed to calm a bit at the reassurance and finally let Jolt's arm go and seemed to relax a bit as Wheeljack and Jolt went to work on him. He kept his optics on Red Alert however, his dearest and closest friend, his brother, his anchor. Despite the red and white mech's extreme paranoia, there was a powerful bond of trust between them, enough that they shared things together no one else could even get close to. Memories drifted across Jazz' processor, memories of their time together, the day they met and he had gotten Red to laugh so hard he fell off his berth, memories of the agonizing glitch attacks Red suffered that Jazz helped him through, dissipating the arcing sparks with his own hand and arm as he held Red close, the peaceful intimate moments they shared, mutual interfacing to help sooth each other's stressed out neural circuitry, even settling into recharge together. Jazz smiled softly at Red Alert, his grip relaxed and moved to just hold onto his dear brother's hand.
Jazz had long felt he never really needed anyone, always happy being a solitary mech with a bunch of friends around him, but as he had grown closer to Red Alert, he discovered a need he had never known, and Red Alert had become much more than a friend, more than a brother. They had grown to become lovers in secret, but lovers none the less. He had hated having to leave Red behind on Cybertron, but at least they were finally together after thousands of years apart. ~"I missed you so much, Red."~ he offered in a tender whisper, revealing what he had been thinking of, at least to Red Alert anyway. Jazz was aware that Charter was still there, but thought the thin mech was only helping keep the nightmares at bay. He didn't know that Charter could see those precious and very private memories of himself and Red Alert together.
What no one was aware of though, at least not yet, were the ten dark silver gray nodes that were firmly attached all over Jazz' laser core, six inch diameter spheres that seemed to have latched onto the exterior circuitry of the only thing that protected his very Spark from harm. They seemed to be somewhat soft, metallic, and possibly fluid filled, though the skin of them was slick and tough, like Teflon. What they were was anyone's guess, the size and the fact that there were so many of them could mean anything from benign to malignant or even lethal to Jazz. Were they some form of unknown parasite siphoning energy off his very Spark? Such things were not unheard of given the various worlds the Autobots had visited over the thousands of years they had traveled the galaxies. It was known that Symbiotes were sometimes spawned in a similar way, but never more than one or two at a time, at least as far as the Autobots were aware of, anyway, and only with mechs who were at optimum health, not when they were ripped in half and at risk of dying all over again after just being resurrected.
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Post by Wheeljack on Oct 12, 2011 9:12:49 GMT -5
Wheeljack vented softly in relief as Jazz finally relaxed again, seeming to focus on Red Alert more fully so he and Jolt could work on Jazz' repairs unhindered. It weighed heavily on the engineer how incredibly fractious Jazz was. Something truly horrific had to have happened to him to make him so easily panicked, and the only thing Wheeljack could think of was nightmares, given how terrified Jazz seemed to be of the very idea of going into stasis. He gave Charter a helpless look then. <"It's nightmares, isn't it..."> he stated as much as asked, knowing he wouldn't get much of a reply from the psychologist. {"Poor Jazz..."} he thought inwardly and set to work on rebuilding his lower torso, repairing the torn linkages and damage there while Jolt worked on Jazz' upper torso. <"Ratchet, we could use your help right now. Jolt n I got him here n are working on him, but we could seriously use your help with the repairs. There's just so much damage here n there's no medic better than you..."> he sent to the CMO, hoping Ratchet was nearby and could help with putting Jazz back together again. Inwardly he whispered a silent prayer to Primus, thanking their great creator for giving Jazz back to them and asking that Jazz be spared the torment of nightmares and lingering pain. Jazz simply did not deserve to be so tortured...
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Post by Ironhide on Oct 12, 2011 10:07:00 GMT -5
Ironhide had heard the call and was headed for the med bay when he heard KI3T call him. It was a huge event for the Autobots, and Ironhide did not see any reason to keep the AI or his driver away, so he agreed to send a ground bridge for the pair, detouring to ground bridge control next door to the med bay as the others got Jazz settled in and started the repairs and he and KI3T exchanged coordinates. He was determined to be there for Jazz, he and Ratchet had been there when the silver bot died, Ironhide holding onto his much smaller hand while Ratchet tried desperately to save him. The memory of Jazz' pleas, begging them to not let him die, and watching his Spark fade and finally go out completely, still haunted Ironhide and it made him shudder to think what the poor mech was going through now. He looked to the black Shelby Cobra as they came through the bridge vortex, giving them a nod. "Hey guys. They're all next door in the med bay if ya wanna see. Cira, I can let ya ride on my shoulder if ya want." he paused and vented a bit. "They found Jazz, he... he's alive..." he added in a hushed tone, indicating just how desperately important the event really was to so many of them. He crouched down next to the black car, laying his hand gently on KI3T's hood. "He was with us when we made planet fall twenty Earth years ago. Next day we got inta a scrap with the Decepticons n... Megatron... got a hold o' Jazz, ripped 'im in half n tossed 'im away like rusted slag. We couldn't save 'im, Ratchet tried so hard ta keep 'im from fadin'. Ratchet n I watched 'im die n there wasn't a slaggin' thing we could do 'bout it. We buried 'im at sea in a trailer, but... I dunno, all o' us were hit pretty hard when Jazz died, like all the laughter had suddenly gone outa the universe..." He vented and shook his head then, offering a hand to give Cira a boost to his shoulder as he lifted his other hand from KI3T's hood.
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Post by Cira Knight on Oct 13, 2011 4:39:53 GMT -5
Cira and KITT listened to Ironhide's words after they were greeted, and as Cira stepped out of the AI, a solemn look was written on her dark-skinned face. "Well, that's a certainly interesting story, Ironhide, that's hard ta believe he survived, or possibly came back ta life. A miracle? Must've been horrible, ta deal with such a loss like dat...I had my own bad loss or two in this much shorter life...it's hard stuff." she shut KITT's driver door and stepped towards Ironhide's forearm and hand as he moved it and offered her the lift. "The lift is appreciated, I'd like ta have good visibility."
Cira knew KITT had his own method of sight, so from this point forward KITT would mobilize on his own. As KITT began to speak, Cira climbed nimbly up to Ironhide's shoulder, where she perched there comfortably. She had had a little bit of practice before, but not much. At least it was easier to do now regardless. She loved the visibilty these guys had!
KITT listened to Ironhide, a faint stir of emotion occurring in his power core, something he didn't feel frequently. Sorrow, or sympathy for the Autobots and such a tragic death of a family member? He wasn't sure what it was. "I detected the signal nearby, I was surprised when I noticed it's location. I understand the importance of family, I remember the loss I felt when my father died. It still feels like something is missing. Both of us wish to thank you for the clearance." he told Ironhide as they started moving.
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Ratchet
Laser Fodder
Chef Medical officer
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Post by Ratchet on Oct 14, 2011 8:43:09 GMT -5
Walking down the hall, when Ratchet got the call that Jazz was alive and in need of medical help, he wasn’t sure what to think of it. Not long after, he received the comm. from Wheeljack stating that they needed his help. Shortly after, Ratchet entered the med-bay, and froze when he saw the small silver mech lying on the medical berth. He moved forward quickly, noticing the other the mechs standing around the berth. {“It can’t be…”} He thought to himself, still in a bit of shock, then looked at the others
He was having a hard time believing his optics that Jazz was actually there. He could still hear the last words he said to Jazz right before he went offline. “Optimus, Red Alert, Jolt, Wheel jack, will someone tell me what the slag is going on here?”He questioned the others, his optics looking over Jazz’s frame, noting the amount of damage, as well as the support struts.
Without waiting for an answer, Ratchet got to work, starting with the repairs that had to be done soon. He’d already lost Jazz once. He wasn’t about to willingly allow it to happen again.
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Jolt
Laser Fodder
"HE HAD FRIENDS!!!"[A1i:3]
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Post by Jolt on Oct 18, 2011 21:32:56 GMT -5
Jolt tensed just slightly when Jazz gripped his arm, nodding to the silver mech and resting a reassuring hand on Jazz's forearm "Alright Jazz, I won't put you under, it was just an option, I have no problem with you staying awake for this, there's plenty of stuff to stop you from feeling the repairs being done. I promise, you won't lose conciseness." Jolt said, smiling a little, figuring a smile would help put Jazz at ease a little more than a serious face, after all, the more comfortable a patient was, the less stress on them when they're recovering. Though the fact that Jazz had reacted that way to the mere suggestion of being unconscious worried the blue medic, the silver bot would have to sleep some time, especially if he was going to recover properly, and recharge was a natural need for any mech. If Jazz was that afraid now, what would happen in a few days? A week?
With a sigh Jolt pushed the thought out of his processor, right now they needed to repair Jazz, then he could worry about the rest. Jolt moved to get the pain inhibitors that would be needed "You might feel a small discomfort but it'll relieve the pain." Jolt told Jazz as he moved to inject the pain inhibitors at key points so Jazz would have as little pain as possible. That was about when Ratchet walked in and, as Jolt continued cleaning the operation area, using his small digits to be able to clean out debris in the wound itself, he responded to Ratchet's question. "He was on a beach, somehow his frame repaired itself enough for him to come back online, an Allspark shard was found in his frame, we're guessing that catalysted a re-ignition of his spark. The little one over there. . ." Jolt said, motioning over to where the small air framed Decepticon, Wavelength, was on a berth talking to Optimus. ". . .found him and sent a message right into our closed coms telling us where to find him, found him connected to Jazz's neural port keeping him stable. Jazz was talking himself in circles for a bit after the little one disconnected, he had a neural seizure and Charter connected to re-stabilize him, we got him braced up and got him here. In the process of cleaning the working area now to avoid any more foreign items being introduced to his systems during repairs." the blue bot explained as he finished cleaning Jazz's wound, though he paused a moment, looking at something on Jazz's laser core, a single digit brushing over this little nodes that had been under the now removed debris. "What in the pit?" he muttered to himself, moving to see if he could pry one of the nodes up with his fingertip, not knowing if it was very badly stuck on debris or what. "There seem to be some strange. . .small silver nodes on his laser core. I haven't seen something like this before." he said, looking back at Ratchet and moving to the side a bit so Ratchet would be able to see what he was talking about.
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Post by Wavelength on Oct 18, 2011 22:05:24 GMT -5
Wavelength let himself collapse on the berth when Optimus set him there, the two small crystals hanging from the left side of his helm clinking again his cheek where delicately engraved markings adorned an already delicate face. He, after all this time, finally retracted his lower face mask, a light sigh coming from him, he was trying to talk with someone, he couldn't just lay there, it was rude after all, even if he did need to rest. He pushed himself up so he was sitting at least mostly upright, even if he had to support his weight on his arm to not flop over. "I think you would get along well with someone else I know." Wavelength said with a soft smile. "You aren't the only one who wishes this war could end. I never got to know my creators because of it, and so many others have lost so much more. I was taken in by someone else luckily, but I know others. . .others have been left for dead. The things I have seen, being, being where I am. I do not fight, I refuse to, but I am only safe in that choice because of what other things I can do, and. . .and because of who's protection I am under. Some of the Decepticons stay because of fear, I know one who does, though, considering he was once one of you, reprogrammed when his body was rebuilt, but his personality is still the same, it's not surprising." Wavelength then gave a heavy sigh, his soft red optics closing as his body sank back down onto the berth in a light recharge, his holoform activating as he transfered his full conciseness to it instead. The holoform looked back at his own real form "I guess I'm more worn out than I want to admit." he said, looking back to Optimus, the holoform baring the same markings as Wavelength's real form as tattoos. "I want to help, to help end this, but it can't be done all at once. I have to tread carefully, we all do. Time, planning, delicate steps will be needed. Caution isn't optional, for, for the safety of everyone. There's. . .there's a lot more going on than you may know right now, I can't explain it all, it's too early and would leave others far too vulnerable if I told you everything, I have to protect those who trust me after all. But, I can tell you, in the near future, your numbers will grow, if. . .if you accept those who've seen the errors of their past choices." the holoform said, looking up at Optimus from the berth.
The silver haired holoform looked over at all the commotion surrounding Jazz then, seeing the medics tending to him, the red and white mech talking with him, the tall skinny one connected to keep him stable, all these people helping this one mech, when he was hurt, normally it was only Knockout and Soundwave who tended to him, but here, for one single mech, all of these Autobots were right there for him "He'll be OK. Physically at least, emotionally may take a while though." he said, recalling the nightmares he had seen while connected to Jazz, the images made the small Decepticon's holoform shudder just a bit. He sighed softly then, pushing the images from his forethoughts "Once he's stable, can I meet him?" Wavelength asked, his holoform looking back to Optimus.
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Charter
Laser Fodder
Resident Psychiatrist
Some said I had nothing left to fight for. The way I see it I have nothing left to lose.[A1i:1]
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Post by Charter on Oct 19, 2011 11:15:14 GMT -5
Charter immediately began sending even stronger soothing sensations to Jazz when he reacted to Jolt's question in an attempt to quell the panic a bit. He glanced over to Wheeljack, a notable concern in his bright blue optics though he seemed perfectly calm aside from that. <"I suppose you could call it a nightmare. What I saw when I connected to him, what caused the neural seizure... It wasn't very pretty."> He told Wheeljack. He would divulge no real details, not unless he had consent from Jazz to do so and at this time Jazz did not need to concern himself with such things. He looked back down at Jazz, the concern still apparent to anyone who may happen to notice the look in his optics, though it wouldn't seem at all out of place in the situation. Even as calm and seemingly stoic as Charter appeared to be at most times it was still obvious there was emotion and deep compassion within his thin frame, if there wasn't why would he have chosen to become a Psychiatrist?
Within Jazz's mindscape he held the smaller mech tighter in a protective manner. /~"It's alright, Jazz, nothing can hurt you in here. You're safe."~\ he assured the silver mech. It wasn't entirely true, nothing could hurt Jazz so long as Jazz did not allow it, but such complexities could be forsaken for the sake of simple comfort right now. The sense of safety should be enough to keep any harmful effects on the mindscape at bay for now. As he felt Jazz begin to calm down again he began seeing flashes of memory, the moments Jazz and Red Alert had shared in the past. He was fairly certain that Jazz did not intend for him to see these things but it would not change much of anything. Charter would not tell anyone of it after all, it was private and no one else really needed to know, not to mention the potential threat it could pose to security if such were to get out. He would simply act as if he had seen nothing, as though he were as blissfully unaware as the rest. If either Jazz or Red Alert were to approach him about it directly he would inform them of what he had seen, they had the right to know after all, but only if they asked about it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2011 16:23:57 GMT -5
Optimus looked at the commotion as Jazz suddenly seemed horrified at the idea of being put into stasis, wondering if he was deep down reliving the moment Megatron had literally torn the mech in two. The memory made the Autobot leader shudder and clench his fists before he looked back to Wavelength and listening to the smaller mech. It was surprising to hear the mech had survived the war this far since younger bots rarely did survive this far but when he heard Wavelength next words shock seemed to show and he couldn’t help wondering who this person could be,”Whoever they are Wavelength they are more then welcome.”He said and nodded a bit,”When things settle down I am sure you can.”He added.
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Post by Red Alert on Oct 23, 2011 11:40:28 GMT -5
Red Alert gave a smile, moving his hand back to rub lightly against Jazz's. ~"I missed you too, Jazz."~ He replied. ~"And now, we're all here for you."~ A small smile spread across his face plates. "~There's been a lot that's happened as well. Ironhide and Sideswipe caught Barricade while he was trying to steal Energon."~ He wouldn't tell anyone, not even Jazz, what was actually going on with Barricade and Ironhide.
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Post by Jazz on Oct 23, 2011 13:20:24 GMT -5
Jazz seemed to settle as Red alert and Charter reassured him while Jolt and Wheeljack worked to repair him. When Ratchet walked in, he looked over at his old friend, extending his free hand towards him. "Ratchet, you're here..." he muttered softly, listening as Jolt explained what had happened. Once Ratchet was close enough, he took hold of the medic's hand for a moment, his optics searching his friend's features, wondering if he was okay, and wondering why he wasn't there when the others had apparently found him. "Ratchet, I... I'm sorry..." he murmured then. They had told him he died, and the last thing Jazz could remember was Ironhide holding his hand while Ratchet was trying to save him, nearly screaming at Jazz to stay with him. But he didn't, and he felt bad about leaving his friends behind. He never wanted to die, he loved life and loved living far too much, and he loved his friends too much to leave them. He wanted to live, wanted to be with them, needed to be there for them, to make them smile and laugh. Such things were joy in his Spark and he felt it his singular duty to make them smile and lighten the stress they all endured.
When Jolt mentioned, then nudged one of the nodules attached to Jazz' laser core, he frowned slightly and looked at Jolt. He couldn't see what the blue mech was talking about and he certainly did not like the sound of it. "What is it? What are they?" he asked, growing nervous. Had some sort of parasite latched onto his laser core? "Ge it off, take it off, please, don't let them take me away again..." he pleaded softly, afraid that whatever they were, they would drain his Spark and kill him. Above all else, Jazz feared dying, feared leaving his friends, feared leaving Red Alert and the others, a fear Charter could clearly see and feel. Jazz was terrified of dying again.
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Post by Wheeljack on Oct 23, 2011 13:39:15 GMT -5
Wheeljack looked over as Ratchet came in, relieved the CMO was there. He listened, nodding a bit as Jolt explained to Ratchet what had happened as he continued working to repair the torn linkages to the silver bot's interface module. For Wheeljack, that was his priority just for life support alone. Jazz needed the support and being able to connect to his interface module and give him that support was critical. He looked up from his work though when he heard Jolt mention silver nodes attached to Jazz' laser core. He thought about it a moment, not sure what it might be. But before he could offer his speculation on the subject, he heard the fear in Jazz' voice as he pleaded for them to be removed. "Wait, we need to do this carefully. We don't know what they are and removing them could be as harmful as leaving them there. If we're going to remove them, start with one and cut slowly between it and his laser core. Don't rupture the node itself though. We have to keep whatever is inside contained so it doesn't contaminate his systems." he offered cautiously. He was unsure if it was wise to try to remove them and feared it would hurt Jazz if they tried. He looked over to Ratchet for confirmation of what he offered, knowing Ratchet had greater experience in medical matters. The idea of symbiotes never crossed his thoughts because of how horribly damaged Jazz was, knowing his mangled chassis wouldn't support such things, and knowing they only ever came one or two at a time. At least, that was what he believed.
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Post by Ironhide on Oct 23, 2011 14:12:05 GMT -5
Ironhide nodded a bit, letting Cira get settled on his shoulder. "We all felt diminished when Jazz died." he said as he headed out and into the med bay. Looking around, he saw Optimus standing next to a young white mech he recognized immediately, a Decepticon who shouldn't be. He had come across Wavelength a few times, and every time he saw the younger mech, he was always trying to get someone out of the firing line, never fighting himself. He tilted his head curiously at Wavelength, but said nothing. He looked to Optimus then, resting a hand on his leader's upper arm for a moment, then looked over at Jazz. He vented sadly seeing the smaller silver mech laying there, his frame so badly mangled. He took comfort in the fact that Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Jolt were there to repair Jazz, and that Red Alert and Charter were keeping him calm. He caught some of the conversation about the nodes and snorted. "Slaggin' Energon parasites..." he groused darkly, offering his thoughts on the matter as he stepped around near the foot of the berth, so Jazz could see him. "Good ta have ya back, lil buddy." he offered with a bit of a smile, trying to hide the knife he felt in his Spark seeing Jazz' broken chassis, knowing how much pain he must be in.
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Post by Cira Knight on Oct 23, 2011 17:24:31 GMT -5
Cira shuddered at the sight of Jazz's condition, almost letting out a gasp of shock and sorrow. She put a hand over her mouth, stilling herself on her perch. KITT was also horrified by Jazz's condition, at least, as much as he could be for an AI. He was examining his damage over and over, almost unable to come to full grasps over just how bad the damage was. All in all, KITT, and Cira got the full feel of the situation: such damage was why they thought he would never come back to them, and that was why they let him go. They thought there was no way he would recover once attempt after attempt was made.
Her somewhat dark skin paled slightly as she thought about this and studied the silver mech, unable to take her eyes off him. She didn't know about the nightmares yet, but she could presume that he must be going through so much emotional pain that he would not want to be put into a stasis for the procedure. Cira didn't want to speak either, and neither did KITT. If the Mustang could transform, he would, but of course he couldn't. He stayed out of their way; thanks to camera access he was able to see, otherwise such would have been impossible given the amount of Bots in the room.
It was rare, if not impossible, that anyone could be revived by some mysterious 'magical' force; Cira knew something must have triggered his revival...at least that's what she was beginning to suspect. The horrifying damage seemed too much to survive with after all. Cira wasn't too focused on this particular thought though, as her mind was still convincing itself that this was real...
"Parasites...?" Cira muttered as she heard Wheeljack's warning and Ironhide's grumbling.
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