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Post by Jazz on Aug 10, 2011 21:38:06 GMT -5
<August 15th, 2027 - 5:47pm EDT, Laurentian Abyss, Newfoundland Island, Canada> A small quake rocked the southern end of the Laurentian Abyss, sending a small irregularly shaped metal shard hurtling into the depths from its precarious perch on a narrow undersea ledge where it had fallen years before, dislodged from Megatron’s chassis as he launched himself skyward from the North end of the Abyss. It came to rest on the rusting hulk of a big rig trailer, then slid down along it and fell through a jagged hole, vanishing into the dark interior. Suddenly a surge of energy rocked the trailer and a gurgled shriek of agony echoed through the deep Abyss. Within the trailer Jazz had suddenly awakened, though he was still torn in two. The searing pain sent his positronic core into a downward spiral, swallowed by a nightmare: Megatron’s insidious laughter ringing all around Jazz as the Decepticon leader tore into the smaller silver Autobot with his lethal claws. His regenerative processes gradually rejoined the two halves of his torn body, though only just enough to hold him together. No one could hear Jazz’ tortured screams from beneath the ocean, and in the same moment as he awoke, his internal systems began transmitting a panic beacon, but it was too weak and intermittent to penetrate the ocean depths for the Autobots to detect. Delirious from pain and unaware of his actual surroundings, Jazz clawed his way out of the weakened trailer and began to slowly, painfully crawl his way up out of the Abyss. After two weeks of agony he finally reached the continental shelf and the faint beacon began to pierce the water to the surface, barely detectable by even Autobot senses. Jazz’ signal remained intermittent and faint, but seemed to move over the course of a week, growing slightly stronger. He finally broke the surface and drug himself out of the ocean onto the Island of Newfoundland in South-Eastern Canada. The Autobots had begun to pick up Jazz’ weak signal, yet knowing he was dead, they at first thought it was a Decepticon trick. But the persistence of the signal began to make them question, and as Jazz slowly drug himself up the beach, groaning and crying out in pain, the urgency and persistence of that panicked call dug at the conscience of the other Autobots and they could no longer ignore it. Jazz laid there on the beach, barely conscious and only just holding together, writhing in pain as his intermittent cries shattered the stillness of the otherwise peaceful beach. <Cape Freels South, Newfoundland Island, Canada> Jazz was delirious; every movement brought searing pain and incoherent cries of agony. Even with the tenuous structural connections between his torso and hip structure, nothing below his once severed midsection functioned. His legs dragged uselessly behind him and what little had reconnected threatened to disconnect again. Blinded by pain with one hand desperately clutching at his garish wound trying to hold himself together, his other hand dug into the ground, slowly dragging himself along a few feet at a time. Twinge after jarring twinge would leave him screaming, sometimes with a Cybertronian shriek of denial or desperate plea for help from an unseen friend could be discerned, but it was infrequent. As if to add insult to injury, his entire structure was pitted with rust and covered in silt and sand as well as various salt water plants and plant-like animals that had either settled there or got tangled up in his armor.
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Post by Wavelength on Aug 10, 2011 22:11:31 GMT -5
Wavelength had decided to take in the views for a bit, Alex was safe, sleeping, Knockout watching over her and the red medic had assured him no testing had been planned for the day so he would be able to go out safely. He had chosen to go full speed for a bit, making his way to Canada to watch how the light reflected off the structures there as well as to just take in the sights, however, during his leisurely flight he saw a disturbance in the light waves being reflected from the ground that didn't match the disturbances of naturally occurring phenomena and, to top it off, this thing causing light disturbances was moving. He looped around, flying over the area a little lower as he heard a sound of pain come from the thing, it was then he realized what said thing was. It was a Cybertronian, severely injured, pained.
He dove downwards, watching as the mech came into clear view, he recognized that one from fights, as tore and tattered as the silver, now currently grim covered Autobot was, he could still see the glints of silver, though rusted, the frame, it was the Autobot Intel Officer. Wavelength tried to open a private communications line with the Silver bot, hoping he wasn't in too much pain to realize someone was there, wanting to help <"I am landing, don't be scared, I want to help."> he sent to the silver bot, using his true voice so there was some form of comfort there, and so the Autobot didn't freak out thinking Soundwave had found him, knowing the rumors about his adoptive father. Wavelength slowed himself, transforming a bit above the ground before dropping down, landing about 20 feet from where Jazz was laying. The young Decepticon mech's armor a light blue today, thankfully, this color choice also should not seem too aggressive. He stepped forward a bit, cautiously, Jazz did not look like he was completely there, but with that pain, the condition he was in, Wavelength really couldn't blame him for being a bit out of it. "What happened to you? Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I just want to help." Wavelength said, kneeling down withing arms reach of Jazz, though just barely, and holding out a hand to the injured mech "Do you have allies in route to you? If you do I can stay until they arrive so you're not alone." he offered, not sure how much of what he was saying would be understood or not.
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Post by Jazz on Aug 10, 2011 22:46:44 GMT -5
Jazz could sense a presence, could almost hear a voice calling out to him, yet cognitively, he was delirious with pain and terror, yet the soothing tones he heard, was it a friend? Instinctively he reached towards the presence he sensed, latching on with one hand and pulling himself towards whoever it was, his other hand clutching at his fatal looking wound that nearly split his chassis in two, letting out a cry of agony as one of the tentative and half mended connections in his mid torso was nearly severed in the process. He was shaking now, feeling like he was being pulled apart again, writhing, though nothing below his midsection functioned at all, merely dragging behind him like dead weight. He latched onto the other bot with a vice like grip as if desperately trying to both cling to something and hold off an attacker. The agony and terror that burned in Jazz’ bright blue optics only served to amplify his wordless cries, and all he could do was cling to whomever had come for him, hoping his friends had found him to take him home and end his pain.
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Post by Wavelength on Aug 10, 2011 23:08:46 GMT -5
Wavelength tensed just slightly at the harsh grip, though when he saw how Jazz was clinging, it was fear, pure fear, not malice, not a fight reflex. Wavelength brought an arm behind Jazz's back to help hold him steady "Easy now, easy, you've taken quite a bit of damage, you have to be careful so you don't hurt yourself more." the slender Decepticon said, trying to hold Jazz a bit, something, some comfort, a way to let the silver bot know he was safe, that he was guarded. Wavelength sighed before taking a chance, he opened up communications, trying to send a message to any Autobots in the area, it took some effort, a little time to be able to at least send the message out, encoded so other Decepticons couldn't get ahold of it. it was only a one way communication, hopefully, just enough to let the Autobots know Jazz was found injured. The messages was simple, it was the coordinates they were at with a short statement ="Jazz is hurting but alive, please come to aid him."=
Once the message was sent he looked down to Jazz, trying to keep his body steady against him as to not hurt the fragile connections any farther. One hand came to cradle the back of Jazz's neck, a neural tendril snaking out from Wavelength's wrist "Please, don't freak out, I'm going to try to. . .to dull the pain some. I'm going to patch into your neural net to try to help give you some relief from this agony." Wavelength told the panicking bot. The young Decepticon knew that meant taking some of the pain onto himself so the data had someplace to go, but if it could help this poor Autobot who was in so much pain, he'd do it. Very slowly and gently, Wavelength's tendril attached to the port behind Jazz's head and he went to work trying to route some of the pain to his own frame, to pull it from Jazz's sensory receptors, it would hurt, but, maybe it would help Jazz get his mind about him some.
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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 Aug 11, 2011 0:00:08 GMT -5
About a half-hour away a silver and black super stretch limo sped down the road headed towards where the signal supposedly coming from Jazz was. It was a risk, yes, but that signal's lingering presence had started to get to him. If it was Jazz he likely needed help considering he was supposedly dead. On the other hand there was the likelyhood it was a trap, which was why he hadn't told anyone else where he was going or, in fact, that he'd left at all. If it was a trap and he was making a mistake by following the signal of the intelligence officer then that was on him and he was willing to suffer the repercussions of his decision, He would not, however, drag anyone into that mess with him. But that lingering thought that there was even a chance that Jazz was alive and that he needed help was enough to convince him to go. He was not about to have anyone else suffer and die because he wasn't there for them in time if he could help it, he could not have that on his conscious.
He picked up the comm message about Jazz being alive and sped up more. Human speed limits be damned, this was far to important. It was slightly unnerving that he didn't recognize who sent the message but not enough to cause him to turn back or rethink his actions. He'd verify it was actually Jazz before calling any of the medics though, there was no point in putting anyone else at risk right now. It wasn't long before he reached the place at this speed, spotting the figures of the light blue mech and Jazz's mangled body. He transformed, running to Jazz's other side and kneeling there beside him and gently putting a comforting hand on the smaller, badly injured Autobot. "Jazz..." He kept a wary optic on the other mech, not sure who he was or what his real intentions were. There was still no gurantee this wasn't a trap, but he could see for himself now that Jazz was alive and in dire need of medical help. <"Optimus, Jolt, Wheeljack, Jazz is alive, I'm here with him now. He's in very critical condition though and in dire need of medical assistance. There is a Decepticon here but he seems to be non-hostile. I'm sending precise coordinates now and will keep you updated if the situation changes."> The fact that there was a Decepticon there at all was rather unnerving and made him a bit tense, but he'd securely contacted the bare minimum of who needed to be contacted about the situation. Now all there was to do was stay here and wait. If it was a trap and he had to fight the whole Decepticon army himself while he waited so be it, he'd do whatever he had to to keep everyone safe.
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Post by Red Alert on Aug 11, 2011 6:52:05 GMT -5
((NEST Base, Washington D.C.))
Red Alert's head popped up at the open comm, not knowing who sent it. He was wary, but it had also caught his complete attention. Jazz was alive? He could hardly believe it, but it seemed to be true. If it wasn't, however, and turned out to be a Decepticon trap...
He shook his head. This was not the time for fits of paranoia. There was a chance that Jazz was alive, and that was all that mattered to Red Alert. He left the security room, well, security room in-progress, locking the door behind him before he made his way to the space bridge room. He wasn't about to use the base's space bridge generator, however. He had his own smaller one, and while it couldn't be used often in the same time period, it could be used now. He input the coordinates so that the portal would open up to Jazz's supposed location, and stepped through, the portal closing behind him. "JAZZ!" His optics were wide in horror. He'd heard Jazz had been killed, yes, but he hadn't known the extent of the damage. To see Jazz like this, and conscious as well, tore at him. He ignored, or maybe didn't notice, the Decepticon by Jazz, running over to his adopted brother's side. ~"Jazz, can you hear me? Shut down for a bit, please."~ He had no desire to see his brother continue to suffer in this much pain. ~"We'll take you home, and Ratchet and Jolt and Wheeljack will put you back together."~ He knew that they could. He trusted them.
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Post by Jazz on Aug 11, 2011 7:17:02 GMT -5
As the pale blue mech held him and plugged into his neural core, the nightmare shifted, leaving Jazz to think he was seeing Ratchet and Ironhide had come for him, though neither of them were there. As the pain ebbed some, his cries gradually subsided to incoherent groans as he clung to the one holding him, thinking it was Ratchet, unable to see past the vivid visions in his processor, the endless loop of the day he had died. Plugging into his neural core was the only option for now; offering life support through his interface module would have been useless since it was below his shredded midsection and nonfunctional. All that kept his body from splitting itself in half again was the central pivot joint and a handful of fiber connections, but only just. Even that central joint link was tenuous at best. "Ratchet… help me…" he pleaded shakily. "… please… I don’t… want to die…" his voice falling to a whisper as his optics closed. The words were haunting; they were the last words he had said to Ratchet as his Spark went out those years ago. Inwardly he clung to the image of his friend desperately, hoping, praying to Primus that he would be spared so he could continue to stand with his friends. Jazz had no idea how much time had past, let alone that he had actually died. Outwardly, one of his hands remained gripping Wavelength’s arm, his servos locked tightly, thinking Ratchet had come to save him.
But even in his delirious state, one voice did manage to break through the nightmare haze, one voice he knew so well, the voice of a mech he loved as a true brother, though they shared no sibling bond. "Red... help me... please... don't leave me... don't... leave..." he moaned softly, pleading, his hand letting go of his torn chassis and reaching towards the source of that voice shakily.
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Post by Wavelength on Aug 11, 2011 7:39:20 GMT -5
Wavelength's frame tensed as the pain hit him, making his ventilation system hitch for a moment as a small yelp of pain came from the young mech, mostly due to the sudden introduction of pain into his sytems, but he did not break contact. He made sure his neural tendril was firmly attached, pulling as much pain from the silver bot as his own body could take. "Damage. . .is ex. . .extensive. . . .he. . .is in. . .in a lot. . .of pain. . .trying to. . . .to quell it. . .all I can. . .neural interface. . . .only. . .only thing I. . .could think of." Wavelength managed to tell the two who had arrived, the currently light blue mech looking up to Charter and Red Alert, red optics gentle though pained from how much he was re-rerouting the pain signals from Jazz's body and into his own. As he did so he pushed through repair nanobots, hoping it'd help the damaged mech recover a bit faster. Wavelength's gaze then lowered to the Autobot in his arms, that grip was scratching his armor a bit, but he would see to that later. He let his armor's light blue color shift back to it's natural, default white, saving all the focus he could to see to the task at hand. He cast his gaze back down to Jazz, fighting his own frame's trembling so he could keep Jazz steady, offering the fluids the injured bot needed though the neural hookup and then a bit more to be sure. He could push himself, it may cause him to pass out afterwards, but knowing the nature of the Autobots, and the fact, here he was, trying to help one of their own, he figured they wouldn't harm him after, or at least he hoped. None the less, it was a chance he felt he needed to take. This poor bot needed help and disconnection now would likely cause a shock through Jazz's systems.
"Stay. . .stay calm Jazz. . .your friends. . .they've come for you. . . .to help you." he said, his trembling voice still holding onto that gentle tone as his optics closed, trying to keep the focus he needed, trying not to let into that searing pain that he was pulling from Jazz, oh it hurt, oh how horridly it hurt, pain like young Wavelength had never felt before, but he knew it wasn't actually his damage, though it strained his own systems some to take the pain in, it wasn't his damage, he had very little to fear, so he tried to pull yet more of that pain away from Jazz, allowing the data relays from sensory input of pain to go to his own processor instead of Jazz's. "I. . .do. . .do not know. . .how long I. . .I can hold this pain. . .from him. . . .but. . .but I will. . .will try. . . ." he forced himself to tell the others before going silent, his frame still besides the trembling. Wavelength, young, a Decepticon, supposedly an enemy, but right now, to the young mech that didn't matter, he was no medic, but he was able bodied and he did have focus, and it was that focus, that pure will he intended to try to use to aid Jazz now, he'd deal with the repercussions after he knew the silver mech was safe. "Keep him calm. . ." was the last thing Wavelength said before falling to total silence, the calmer they could keep him, the less he'd move, the less additional pain that's shoot through his systems, and the longer Wavelength could hold out in helping this bot.
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Charter
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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 Aug 11, 2011 8:08:01 GMT -5
Charter looked at the small mech that Jazz was quite thoroughly clung to at this point. It seemed strange that a known Decepticon would help in such a way. Then again this Decepticon did seem different than most. He had a very gentile and caring nature to him, Charter could tell that just by the young mech's mannerisms and the look in his optics. Who would have thought such vivid red optics could look so gentile and sweet. He'd never met a Decepticon quite like this one before, not that he often took the time to get to know them all that well before. What he'd seen so long ago had taught him enough about how most of them were.
He looked at Red Alert, admittedly a bit surprised to see him away from the base, but given the situation he could understand. He knew the two to have been quite close, this was a true sign of just how close they were. His attention did shift back to the Decepticon as he spoke those last instructions. He had a good point, they needed to keep Jazz calm for a good number of reasons. Gently but firmly he reached over and took hold of Jazz's hand which wasn't clinging to the small mech's arm, squeezing it in a reassuring way, just enough to be certain it was felt. "It's alright, Jazz, you're going to be fine, you don't have to worry." he said in a strong and confident yet soothing voice.
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Post by Red Alert on Aug 11, 2011 8:15:30 GMT -5
Red Alert moved closer to Jazz when he saw his friend and brother reaching for him. ~"I'm right here, Jazz. I'm not going to leave you. Never ever."~ <"Can someone with some medical experience get here NOW?! Jazz is in pain and is suffering while everyone takes their dear sweet time!"> The harsh tone was not one heard often with the young Security Director, but it was a definate sign of agitation and anger. What was taking the others so long?
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Post by Jazz on Aug 11, 2011 8:47:28 GMT -5
As the agony of his garish damage subsided, being diverted from him to someone else, his processor and vision began to clear a bit, though being so low on Energon as it was, he was fading fast towards stasis lock. He could finally actually see Red Alert there, could hear him trying to soothe him, but he seemed so far away, impossible to reach. His hand reflexively closed tightly in response to contact when Charter grabbed hold of it, desperate to cling to any shred of life he could. "I d... don't want... to die..." he murmured haltingly. "Red... needs me..." Then darkness closed in over him and internally he screamed, frantically, though outwardly all anyone heard was a fading moan.
The one who did hear his panicked scream was Wavelength, as well as feeling the terror that shot through the neural link he was maintaining with Jazz. Jazz was literally terrified of dying, afraid of never seeing his friends again, scared of falling into oblivion and leaving those he cared for behind. And within that scream and flash of fear, were names: Red Alert, Ratchet, Ironhide, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee; Jazz' closest friends and companions, the ones he cared for most. And first among them was Red Alert, his brother, his friend, the paranoid security mech he knew better than anyone, and the only one Red Alert trusted and cared for enough to share a mutual interface with. A secretive relationship literally no one knew the true depths of, until now.
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 11, 2011 9:12:32 GMT -5
Wheeljack had shut down his coms, working on another of his projects and not wanting to be disturbed. Then he heard commotion outside his workshop and quarters. Wondering what was going on, he switched on his coms, curious to find out what the din was about. That was when he heard Red Alert's call over the coms and literally dropped what he was doing. "Jazz... is... alive?" he muttered in disbelief. He then grabbed his emergency tools and field repair kit and bolted for the Ground bridge room, very nearly running over Jolt in the process. He glanced at the CMO's assistant with a nod and moved to the bridge controls, activating it and heading for it. He knew he didn't need to tell Jolt to hurry, Ratchet had likely whipped any slowness out of Jolt long ago, if there was any to begin with.
The sight that greeted Wheeljack on the other side of the ground bridge was horrifying. Jazz was indeed alive, he could sense the frantic and desperate pulse of his Spark, but he appeared to be in stasis lock, and horrifically damaged. He remembered reading the file about what had happened, that Megatron literally ripped the Intelligence Officer in half and tossed him aside like scrap. His spark went out to the silver mech, knowing he had to be in agony, and to Red Alert, seeing how upset he was over the ordeal Jazz was going through. With Wavelength behind Jazz by his head offering neural support, Charter by Jazz' left shoulder, and Red Alert at Jazz' feet, he looked to Charter then, giving the psychologist a nod and stepping up to kneel next to him to Jazz' left, pulling his tools out to try and stabilize the poor mech so they wouldn't lose him again and leaving Jolt plenty of room to settle in on Jazz' right side to help. "Jolt, he needs Energon, but his interface module is useless right now until I can stabilize some linkages. Think you can link up and help me keep him from going off line again?" he asked, opening his tools and repair kit so he and Jolt could both access what they needed, then assessing the most vital needs first before clearing away the rust and grime that clung to him from the twenty years he spent immersed in sea water. He did glance over at Wavelength, seeing what he was doing. The poor young mech had to be in agony siphoning off Jazz' pain like that, and though he was clearly aligned with the Decepticons, Wheeljack could see he didn't act like one. "Thank you for finding and helping him." he offered softly, then went to work on the field repairs that Jazz so desperately needed just to keep him alive until they could get him to Ratchet back at base.
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Post by Soundwave on Aug 11, 2011 9:34:18 GMT -5
As was his millennium old habit, Soundwave watched and recorded the events of the world below as they unfolded under his ever watchful gaze. What surprised him was the Energon flare that he detected in the Atlantic Ocean, far below the waves. Then the panic signal, faint, though his sensitive sensors detected it easily enough. He knew that signal well, the Autobot Intelligence Officer, Jazz, and he was apparently alive after 20 long years dead. He watched with interest, waiting quietly in orbit far above. What he did not expect was for his adopted son to fly by and be the first to find Jazz on the beach as the silver mech crawled slowly out of the water, his screams of agony reaching even Soundwave's sensors in orbit far above. But he knew Wavelength well, and he was not surprised when the young mech sent a call to the Autobots for help, and Soundwave nodded in approval of that act. He did, however, slowly begin to descend towards the area, absolutely silent, his signals so deeply masked he would appear as any other inert machine on the planet if anyone saw him.
He watched carefully as Charter, then Red Alert, and shortly after Wheeljack and Jolt, arrived to help Jazz, keeping warry watch over Wavelength as they gathered. He would act swiftly and without mercy if they attempted to harm the young mech, though their mannerisms told him they would not, that they realized he was trying to help their fallen friend. Now it was literally a matter of time, watching and waiting to see how this little event would unfold, and Soundwave hoped he would not have to defend his young Sparkling in the process of all this. <~"Soundwave near, Soundwave always watching."~> he sent over a secure communications line to Wavelength alone, one Soundwave knew no one else could detect or get into. Soundwave was nothing if not the best at what he did, and as such, he had confidence no one could interfere with him or his plans.
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Jolt
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Post by Jolt on Aug 11, 2011 9:50:19 GMT -5
Jolt was only steps behind Wheeljack, his tools in tow as well. He came to stop and then knees on Jazz's right side, looking at Wheeljack and giving a nod "I planned on it. Man, I'm glad to see he's alright but I wish he was in better condition." Jolt said as he moved to open his interface module, it was a little lewd in his mind to do this still, but, as a medic, he knew all too well just how much that direct line could help. His interface cable snaked out and in through one of the holes in Jazz's frame, seeking out the port at the top of Jazz's sparkling chamber and connecting before beginning to let through energon to help the Intel officer. He reached into his back then as well, pulling a pain inhibitor from his supplies. He took merely a glance at the white Decepticon, seeing he was in so much pain, and figuring it was due to him pulling Jazz's pain from him, it was unexpected of a Decepticon, even one he had never seen actually attack, but he wasn't about to question it right now. "This should help both of you out." he said as he carefully injected the pain inhibitor into one of Jazz's joints, knowing it'd take effect quickly, seeing how he aimed right for where an energon line was.
"Someone fill me in while we work if you don't mind, I need to know what all is going on to know how to proceed, well, besides the obvious fact that's he's alive, which I'm glad to see honestly." he said as he began to run scans on the silver bot. Hearing low yelp from the small Decepticon, Jolt looked over to the young mech. He reached over with his free hand, placing it on the Decepticon's arm "You can disengage connection now, the pain inhibitors will help him and we'll need the room to work so we can fully stabilize him." the blue bot said, though Wavelength just sat there, almost as if he didn't head Jolt, though the medic figured the young mech may be focusing too hard to try to help to realize he was being spoken to. "Hey, little one, it's alright." he said, his hand moving to rest over the one Wavelength had wrapped around the back of Jazz's head, squeezing slightly which got some reaction from the young mech "He has help now, you can disconnect, we'll need the room to work. Don't worry, you did well, you've helped a lot, but we need to help him now, he needs a lot of repairs, alright." the medic said as he finished up his scans, hoping the young one realized, it was that they needed space to properly work.
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Post by Wavelength on Aug 11, 2011 10:05:01 GMT -5
The scream and fear that passed through the connection from Jazz sent poor Wavelength's processor reeling a bit, almost breaking his focus, causing him to yelp again once more from the added strain on his system, though he saw what passed through, he heard it and it made his frame shiver. A fear, one so deep, not fear for one's self, but for others, he understood that, but it still was unsettling "They're here. . . .you're. . .you're not going to. . .to die. . ." he shakily managed to whisper to Jazz, hoping the message got through. As the others began helping Jazz, Wavelength was consiterably oblivious, he hadn't heard Wheeljack, or Jolt, or anyone else besides Jazz until he felt the squeeze on his hand, it was only then those bright red optics reopened and he saw two more had arrived. He lowered his gaze quickly again to hide the pain in them from all of this, his lower face mask remaining in place through the whole thing. When Jolt repeated that he could disconnect, Wavelength simply nodded, softly and carefully breaking connection and retracting his neural tendril back into his wrist.
It was then he heard Soundwave's com, he figured he was not alone, he never really was. The young mech then carefully moved to stand, gently setting Jazz's upper body down to avoid any damage at all. It was then he stood and began walking away, passing by Charter, however, he had overestimated his own resiliency after such taxing on his systems. He made it only about three steps before the lightheadedness really hit him, making the slender mech waver a bit as he tried to regain his footing, which was not working. Before everything went dark he did send one message to Soundwave and Soundwave alone <"I have a plan."> was all he sent before his systems shut down into a light stasis due to pure exhaustion, leaving the young mech who had been fighting so hard to help tumbling towards the ground unable to stop himself. He had no damage, nothing too severely wrong, however, he had drained his own systems and sent through more than his body could spare to try to help Jazz, his energy levels would certainly need to be replenished after this, and he'd need rest, which his body was taking right now no matter if he was ready and willing for it to or not it seemed.
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