|None shall stand and all shall fall?|
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.
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