Location: Outlying Tower

[blackwingdove]

Jetstorm turned abruptly when he was out of sight of the Medical Ward and took off at a fast 'skate towards one of the side-doors of Metroplex. He didn't want to face all five Stunticons at once, not like this

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[the_deadster]

Drag Strip had quickly found Wildrider and Breakdown outside, nursing their headaches. When they found out he needed to test his repaired transmission, Wildrider was eager to "help".

When Motormaster stalked out the gates of Autobot City with Dead End, he found the other three racing laps around the outside of the city. Drag Strip maintained a narrow lead.

Motormaster watched for a moment. "FRONT AND CENTER, YOU SLAGGERS!"

Brakes squealed and tires screeched as the three of them braked and skidded to a halt somewhere near Motormaster. "Uh, my repairs are looking good," Drag Strip volunteered hestitantly.

"No slag!" Motormaster said. "And here I thought you were racing laps at 200 mph with a dead transmission! Thanks to your brilliant intellect, I know better now. Now, get with the program! TRANSFORM AND MERGE, NOWThe four smaller Stunticons positioned themselves around Motormaster, transformed and transformed back as they rose into position around Motormaster, who unfolded and rotated as they locked together

[blackwingdove]

Atop his tower, Jetstorm stares up into the night sky, mouth open but vocoder strangling the defiant cries before he uttered them. Fingers dig into the metal of the spire, not quite punching through, not yet

[attair_al_fada]

On his return, Skyfire circles Autobot City, noticing both Jetstorm above and Motormaster below. He circles lower, then unfolds himself, damping down his thrusters and settling near Jetstorm on lifter alone.

"Jetstorm?" he asks in that calm voice. "What is wrong?"

[blackwingdove]

The jet stares at Skyfire silently, wounded bafflement on his face. He keeps shifting his attention from the great white spaceship to the sky above.

"He's there, he's real," Skydive assures Jetstorm quietly.

[primus_seeress]

Auspex concentrates on Primus, on his solace, when she receives no reply for several minutes. When she does... she almost wishes she hadn't.

//Hey, Auspex. Jets ain't home right now, and we're in the middle of some slag. So, uh, call back later.//'In the middle of...'? That sounds distinctly Bad. From one of his brothers, rather than himself, and 'not home' -- somehow, she thinks that's almost literal. She hisses slightly as she remembers that Motormaster would probably still be in the vicinity. If they should meet, with Jetstorm in that condition... she doesn't know who to worry about more: him, or Motormaster

[strataseeker]

Strata looks up sharply as Auspex begins to speak, as if she'd been so deep in her own thoughts that she'd forgotten the Priestess was there. She listens to Auspex's concerns with a thoughtful frown.

Jetstorm had left right before Motormaster, who had clearly wanted some "one on one" time with the dark jetformer. Slag. She sets her tools down and cuts Steadfast out of the comm conversation they'd been in the middle of, bouncing a signal to Photon alone for a moment.

// Auspex says Jetstorm's in trouble. I'm going out to find him. // She baruptly cuts herself out of that transmission and heads for the console, inputting the commands Ratchet had databursted her when he'd reset the lockdown to cycle herself out through the airlock.

"I'm going. I'll find him. Stay here while I go out. I don't need to worry about you getting in the middle of something out there. You're no warrior and you can't fly up out of trouble. I'll bring him back." Or at least whatever was left.

[primus_seeress]

*That was Auspex's point, exactly. She nods gratefully* Thank you, Strata.

It is as the young flier is preparing the exit cycle that Auspex receives a comm from Skyfire: // Auspex, this is Skyfire. Jetstorm is in a bad way mentally--hallucinating and getting withdrawn. I'm bringing him back to the Medbay--is there something I should do? //*Auspex's optics brighten in surprise, and profound relief* Never mind, Strata... Skyfire found him, he's bringing him back. But... thank you for being willing to go -- I hate having to ask someone to put themselves in danger because I'm not built for it. *she casts her a look that's deeply apologetic, and yet deeply grateful

[blackwingdove]

Jetstorm rouses from the numb, comforting haze of being in the white shuttle's arms, listening to his voice and the hum of his systems, feeling star-hot life brush against him. "Hullo, lightshine."

He speaks lowly, with a wandering vagueness that hasn't been present in his voice before. His optics are dim in his pale face, and his expression is that of a mech fatigued.