Ah yes, two for the price of one. Tracks does seem to be a bit of a bargain hunter. Perfect for snagging extra commodities. Not a good thing in this particular situation.
Tracks claws himself up and scrambles in a most undignified way towards the downed Mirage and Grimlock. No torching the poncy-bots, Slag! You don't want to toast Grimlock too...right?
"I think this may be enough of this exercise." He tries to play it casual, reaching out hand to try and grab Mirage. No hard feelings, right Grimlock? "Now perhaps we can get off each other and this minefield and perhaps get back to base for some refueling and repairs." Tracks is rambling a bit, grasping for proverbial straws in hopes that Mirage isn't about to get pounded by tons of Dinobot steel and that Grimlock isn't going to turn to the source of his voice and squash him. Now will the Dinobot shift any to let Mirage out?
Slag almost started yelling back at Grimlock, however then a pitfall opened up beneath Grimlock, and instead chose to stand there, listening to Mirage's yells. Slag, however, is just lucky enough to be just far enough away from the pit to not fall in, and hasn't been moving terribly much because he's being somewhat cautious, being blind.
"Me Slag told you this be stupid" he snorts out, trying to blink his optics to get some sight back into them.
"I am yelling, you osmium-afted oaf, because you are sitting on my legs!". Well, perhaps sitting is not the proper word, but Mirage doesn't care.
"And damned straight this exercise is over!"
Mirage clasps Track's hand grasping hand in his, grateful for the assistance, but wishing the Corvette had done as he'd been told and stayed behind his rock. Mirage manages not to snap at Tracks though as he says, "I'm not going anywhere 'til he is off me. Unless you really want me in two pieces."
//And I...won't be walking anywhere for awhile, either. I am...no longer registering anything- pain or warning- from the sensors mid-thigh and below.//
"I do prefer you in one, if I'm allowed to say that." Tracks gives a slight encouraging smile. Oh Mirage does not sound very happy at all--and he has all the reason to in the world. Tracks turns attention back to Grimlock and Slag. "Alright, let's get the lot of you back home." Yes, their vision should be returning pretty soon so Tracks shouldn't have to play the Pied Piper or Marco Polo to the two Dinobots.
//I'll help you back to base and to repairs.// He squeezes Mirage's hand ever so slightly before scooping the spy up. The normal amount of smugness in his voice is ratcheted down a bit, more like when he's having one of those moments with Raoul. //Really, it's the least I can do.// In other words, Tracks knows that he botched up a bit in the exercise.
"Thank you," Mirage murmurs to Tracks, verbal thanks for both the assistance and the radioed comments. //I admit, I don't mind being in your arms, but this isn't exactly the ideal situation.//
"Yes, let us away. If you two follow Tracks, I'll guide us out of the training field. Tracks, do be a dear, and drop a note in whatever's passing for a database now for people to avoid the area until I can get back and cordon it off properly."
Mirage will then carefully point out where Tracks should step. Hopefully, Grimlock and Slag will follow along as requested.
Mirage will be just yammering directions till they are out of the area, and then will pass out, so he is now skippable. You guys are welcome keep going, or fade out, as you like.
Grimlock staggers up, grabbing a rock on the way and tossing it in Slag's general direction. "Me Grimlock say come on, we leaving too."
He does follow Tracks, half limping due to the wrenched knee. A good snack should clear that up, hopefully. Guess this serves as an unofficial field test for the mods Perceptor did. ---------- OOC: Skippable and/or out, since we seem to be winding down.
Tracks just chuckles at Mirage's words and hefts him carefully into a more secure grip. As for the notice? "I can definitely do that. Preferably sooner than later, right. We don't want anyone falling into any of these surprises."
With that, he waits for Slag to join the party before turning less-than-neatly on his heel to head back to base. Tracks of course carefully heeds all of Mirage's warnings and relates them back to the following Dinobots.