None shall stand and all shall fall?
Feb. 13th, 2008 @ 08:35 pm
What looks like a femme version of
G1 Optimus Prime without the truck bits stumbles over and leans against the sign, her head braced against her upraised arm as her body goes through a most peculiar series of flickers and fades. Anyone scanning her now would pick up only erratic energy readings and the signature of an unsteady spark.
Finally she speaks without moving. "Is... there a medic.... Is there a medic in the Nexus?"
You are feeling:
"Oriana?" Alex heads over and tilts his head. "Whats wrong?"
She blinks down at him, then fades to an outline for a moment before straightening out. "Systems failure."
"I'm sorry. I wish I could help." He frowns.
She shudders and flickers again. "It's alright. Someone... someone will."
"I'm no medic, but is there something I could do?"
"Call... one?" She flickers like a bad TV connection.
She sends a quick radio message to any medics around. "Just did."
"Thank you." She flickers as though with static.
"Oriana! What happened?" And Cureall is now on the other femme, already scanning and doing the first stages of emergency car.
At sight of her friend she lowers herself to the ground and relaxes a little, only to fade nearly completely. "Ugh.... Blackout jumped me." She clenches her optics shut and manages to resume visibility, sensing that if she didn't there wouldn't be anything left to hold her spark.
"I...don't know how to fix you." She frowns and smoothes her hands along Oriana's helm.
The other femme blurs and shrinks down to her human form, her face creased with pain. "No?"
"Your body is hard light and programming. I cannot fix that easily." Now she strokes Oriana's hair. "Can you tell me what to do?"
"Save my spark?" Oriana blinks, then winces. "I don't know."
"I...could try setting you into stasis." It's one of the more dramatic options she can think of, but it's better than the last ditch option she has in mind.
"As... long as... as long as my spark survives...." She pauses, her whole outline wavering as Cureall's hand suddenly passes through her and comes very close to where her spark flutters. "There's hope... right?
Cureall nods and smiles gently emitting a small electrical pulse. "Sleep Oriana." Her engine starts purring soothingly as well. "You'll lose less energy."
Her eyes close, and her face smooths.
And then her body disappears, leaving only her spark in a case of transparent light.
Cureall blinks the gently opens a compartment in her side and places Oriana's spark case in.
Cureall squeaks in surprise and turns her head. "Kigan! Oriana is hurt!"
He frowns and strides quickly toward her. "Where is she?"
"She went into stasis. I put her in my hide away to monitor her." She pops open the compartment again and shows him the case.
He frowns as he looks at it. "I can barely feel her. How did it happen?"
"She...said she got into a fight with Blackout." Optic fluid tears begin to form in her eyes.
"Shhhh." He pulls her close and puts his mouth to her forehead. "Will they be able to help where you work?"
"I-I don't know." She hiccups and hugs him.
He rubs her back gently. "Do you want to try?"
"I guess. Can you take us?" She sniffs and nods.
He nods and waits for her to close the compartment she has Oriana's spark in, then wraps his arms around her protectively.
His Cybertronian form falls away, and then the two of them vanish in a streak of light.
*And a wide-opticked servant of Primus arrives late on the scene, only in time to see an ailing Oriana revert to a spark, and Cureall and Kigan take her, hopefully, to safety. Primus willing, they will go back to Autobot City, where Auspex can find them... she hurries away*