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Post by Ratchet on Sept 8, 2009 0:27:27 GMT -5
Ratchet was at a lost for words. To attack armed mechs and femmes was one thing but to attack defenseless sparklings and younglings that were already orphaned because of the war was downright horrifying.
Ratchet sputtered his next sentence, "Was....was there any survivors?"
he had just been down to the sector a few days ago, giving all the young ones check ups and fixing any problems that they were having. To find out that the decepticons had attacked them was horrendous.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 8, 2009 0:35:35 GMT -5
"Unfortuanently none. Luckily we set up the second in third in Alsher and Caldec. Or we would have lost a great many more lives." Trion shoook his head then mouthed "I take that back there was one.. We managed to save a sparkling. He is in critical condition now. He's been brought to Red Alert, as he was more directly on the scene." He rocked Setinel back and forth, hoping it would lull him to sleep so he wouldn't need to listen to this.
Setinel watched the two older mechs talk about the attack with curiosity. He wasn't sure what was being said exactly, he was confused but still listened. Though his eyes as Trion rocked him were slowly wavering.
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Post by Ratchet on Sept 8, 2009 0:44:09 GMT -5
Ratchet swore, making sure his vocal processor was muted of course. He knew this wasn't good behavior infront of a commanding officer but he didnt care. So many bright sparks extinguished. So many lives destroyed, sent back to the well of allsparks.
"Primus have mercy....who was the survivor?"
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Post by Christopher Prime on Sept 8, 2009 0:47:31 GMT -5
"I wish I could tell you my friend... It's barely a thousand years old. Couldn't tell us if he wanted to." Trion looked down, seeing that Setinel had falled asleep, he looked towards Ratchet "I should get him home and to bed. I suppose you need to go down there and help Red Alert." He nodded in understanding. The two were old friends and Trion knew that Ratchet had that attitude, especially when a sparkling's life was on the line.
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Post by Ratchet on Sept 8, 2009 0:52:57 GMT -5
Ratched nodded in agreement. He had gathered all the tools he needed and grabbed all the spare parts he hoped he wouldnt need and packed them into a subspace cube which he slid under his armor. He murmured goodnight to Setinel before saluting Alpha Trion and transforming and peeling out to the med facility that the sparkling was kept.
He prayed he would get there before it was too late.
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