Saturday Afternoon*Steeljaw looked around him and realized the medbay was currently very... empty. There were no other patients inside save him, Ratchet and Wheeljack were off on their geology trip (one he wished he could have gone on, too), and First Aid had stepped out for a while... Rewind still hadn't come home, but he wasnt too worried. He ( Read more... )

Saturday, mid-morning - med-bay ( Read more... )

Friday, mid-morning ( Read more... )

Thursday Afternoon*His head still swam just that little bit, and the soreness hadn't gone away. Part of him was still rather confused regarding his friends and their agenda with him. He shifted a little, wondering if a little physical movement might help to ease some of the haze in his processor. His body protested vehemently and he groaned through ( Read more... )

*Steeljaw's body felt like it was on fire, and he knew the rust infection had started. He was a little surprised it hadn't begun sooner given the favorable conditions and environment. Sometime during the night, some of the rust must have flaked onto the exposed wiring, and it hadn't taken to long to start spreading to the rest of his internals ( Read more... )

*A spray of water rouses Steeljaw and he lifts his head to find only darkness around him. Reflexively he tries to stand, only to collapse back down with a snarl as his left hind leg reminds him rather vehemently that it's broken and incapable of holding up his weight...

He remembers what Vortex did to him and shudders... It's probably night ( Read more... )

I think it might be a good idea just to let Mirage know that Jazz and I are heading out later today. So that he doesn't worry about us or anything.

*He stops outside Mirage's door and jumps up to hit the door chime*

Intercepted another package to Jazz tonight. Third one since we got Mirage back. I know who sent it of course - that crazy Combaticon Vortex. He seems to have it in for Jazz for some reason. Well, Jazz has enough to worry about without his help. He doesn't need to see things like this anyway.

*He rips open the package violently with his claws and ( Read more... )

*he's a little glad to be out of there. Large crowded areas usually leave him feeling a little overwhelmed and unsure of himself, not to mention a little intimidated because everyone's so much bigger than he is ( Read more... )

I do admit it's good to be back home - that scouting trip was a long one - and yet... Somethings dont really change. I wonder, if I hadn't made a sound, would they have known I was around? I suppose that's the downside to being really good at one's job ( Read more... )