Skyfire
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Post by Skyfire on Jul 29, 2011 23:00:02 GMT -5
Skyfire struggles to reach past the pain, to orient himself.
// I.. know, // he replies, the words distorted, twisted with effort and pain, and it's not clear if he's talking to himself or Safeguard. // Pain... damage. Got to work through it. Or everyone dies. Can't transform. //
A tiny burn of the off-center rocket rotates him to face Safeguard. // Need you to... pull shards. Joints. I. Have. To. Transform. Have to.. pick up team. //
Skyfire ruthlessly overrides alarms and concentrates on the pain in his joints. That's where the blockages are, the ones that have to be pulled. The ones he has to get Safeguard to pull out, so he can transform back into a shuttle.
// They... They can't fly in space. Bad ship going to blow. Have to pick them up. Have to! // Skyfire bites off a whimper; what was in those shards? Not even a micrometeorite shower hurt like this!
// Might be able to.. get some off you. Ignore.. pain. Perceptor will fix.. us. If we can... fly, it's enough. //
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Post by Safeguard on Aug 2, 2011 10:51:15 GMT -5
Safeguard jolts to a halt in front of Skyfire and immediately reaches for his joints to yank out the sharp bits of metal. He's not gentle, still fighting the grip of rage, and while his Jetstorm hand is remarkably cool, his Jetfire hand is burning hot to the touch. It's likely painful work for the both of them, many of the shards stabbing into Safeguard's hands even as he removes them from Skyfire.
After a long moment of silence as he works, Safeguard chokes out, //Do not... worrying... about me. Save... Autobots.//
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Skyfire
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Post by Skyfire on Aug 2, 2011 17:40:35 GMT -5
Safeguard pulls the shards out of Skyfire's joints one by one, one joint at a time. As soon as each joint is cleared, Skyfire tries to complete that piece of the transform--and usually does. It's painful, but they've got to hurry. Time is running out.
Skyfire has his nose extended, his engines swiveled up--but his legs, his huge dual-bay cargohold legs won't lock into place.
// AHHH! I think there's some microshard or something in the way--but we don't have time to start over and clean it all. Just hit it hard--make it pop into place! //
Safeguard nods and slaps the recalcitrant legs hard, and they latch into place; Skyfire shudders with pain. At last, the shuttle-former is a shuttle again, and he opens his foreward bay doors for quick pickup.
// That's got it, // he says, his voice still tight with pain. // Let's get our friends. //
Skyfire rolls and dives back toward the sinister ship...
---- Safeguard posed with permission.
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