Okay. Um. OW....

[datsungunner]

Ow. OwowowowowOW. Primus, my head hurts. I guess that's kind of what you have to expect after having a Trans Am ram into the back of your head, but still...ow. I think I have the mother of all headaches. Or at least, the major relative of all headaches, because owowowow. Okay, moving my neck around still isn't a good idea. It wasn't a good idea last night AT ALL, and now it still isn't all that great of an idea. Well, moving it around might be a good idea if I really had to, because of somebody taking a shot at me or chasing after me again, but that's pretty much impossible in the repair bay, right? Well, I guess it isn't all that impossible, if say, a bunch of Decepticons stormed in here, but that's one of the most unlikely things I've heard of. Right now the only thing I have to worry about is when my circuits and everything are going to be back to normal. My body's back to normal, at least-all the dents and everything gotten take out, so I don't look like I'm headed to the junkyard, at least. Not that I'm all that vain about my alt-mode, but I do kind of like not looking like I was in a car accident. Not to mention being covered in dents and having my parts bashed up is kind of painful to deal with when I transform. But all that stuff's been fixed, and now it's just my circuits I have to deal with. See, my circuits kind of got scrambled when I got rammed into the head-this was after I got chased and beaten up by a pair of crazy Trans Ams out to kill me-and apparently I was kind of-well, make that really-out of it for awhile, at least until my circuits started getting messed with. At least I can remember what happened now, though. It was kind of hard for awhile there, on account of the whole being out of it thing and then rying to figure out what happened. Which I guess is another one of those things that you'd expect after getting rammed in the back of the head; I guess I should be glad that I still have a head left, huh? I'm kind of surprised about that, because trust me, the armor on Kitt and Karr is a lot tougher than mine; they didn't seem to show any dents while I was starting to look like a pile of scrap. Not to mention that I felt like one; getting slammed around in a game of car ping pong couldn't have been too good for my circuits. But it was getting rammed that really hurt them; I can't remember exactly what I said, but I think it had to do with seekers. And waffles. I don't know why Decepticons got mixed up with breakfast, but whatever you're rambling after you get hit really hard usually doesn't make sense, right? Apparently Beast led me back to the Ark; I think I tried to take out one of those little three foot or so saplings on the way. I also think that the saplings won. There's a lot of saplings out away from the Ark; I guess they can't grow out here because it's too dry. Not much grows around here, period. Mostly it's just lots and lots of rocks. Anyway, back to the whole mess I'm in... There's one problem-well, it's not the only problem; in fact, the whole thing is kind of one big problem mixed with a bunch of smaller but still really important problems-though. One of the Trans Ams that went after me-the one that brought up the whole killing me idea, which he was really set on-is a friend of Rusti's. Well, she's a friend to both of them, but I think she's a lot more upset about Kitt than she is about Karr. Which is kind of understandable, seeing how Karr doesn't have major problems right now due to getting shot by...er...me. So right now I have the mother of all headaches, Kitt is blasted, Primus knows where Karr is...and I'm worried about Rusti, because she seems to be taking it really hard and that makes me worried, especially seeing how I kind of play a really big part in this whole mess. And it really is a mess, because it seems like things have gone to Pit and I'm worried in general and...Primus, this isn't helping my head, I don't think. My own CPU still doesn't feel great, but I guess it'll be awhile before it feels normal again.

And now I'm being told to lay back down and rest or something, so I guess I have to.

I tried to make Rusti feel better about this whole thing last night, but it didn't exactly work. And that hasn't exactly helped my confidence either, which I think is really helping to make my headache and this general bad feeling even worse, and...okay, I have to stop typing. Medic's orders.

Ow.