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Bounce Chamber

Rockets streamed past Broadside as he moved forward his intial attempt to bat Red Alert to the ground had failed as the paranoid security director leapt to one side. The hulking bot struggled to stop his forward momentum he slid to a halt his axe still in hand. Broadside had expected some rockets to the back at that point but a quick look over his shoulder gave him all the confirmation he needed.

Red Alert was fixated on destroying Hot Rod "hey he must still think Roddy is the fallen and we're under his command"

Broadside shook his head as he threw himself at Red Alert tackling the Security Director to the ground turning Red Alert over "Sorry Red its for your own good" he let rip with a thunderous right cross as he spoke. He looked up at his comrades his head still pounding Arcee had taken a shot Sandstorm looked like he was alright the smoke was all over the place obscuring most of the other occupants.

"Ugh! anyone got some pain killers?"

Bounce Chamber

Almost as quickly as it had all started, it was over, thanks to some fast action by Broadside. Sandstorm checked on his Wrecker pals Broadside and Springer and then looked to Arcee. The Wreckers seemed to be fine, but she appeared to have taken a hit. He walked over to examine her leg more closely.

"How bad did he getcha?" he asked, before looking back at the other two and the now incapacitated security director.

"Primin' frag, what's his malfunction? I know Reddy's always been a little jumpy, but that was glitched!"

Bounce Chamber

Red Alert hit the floor with a heavy thud. As quickly as the security officer had fired on the Wreckers and company, it was over. Arcee glanced over cautiously, forcing herself to stand on her good leg. Seemed like he was down for the count. Good. Well, maybe not good. But the best thing for him right now until…until they could get Red some help.

”How bad did he getcha?” asked Sandstorm. Arcee tried to shrug it off as she followed the yellow triple changer’s gazed to the downed security officer.

“It’s not so bad…” Arcee managed to get out without making the pain she was feeling obvious. The Wreckers didn’t need her slowing them down. She glanced down at the injury. Not so bad her foot. Her rather fragile frame didn’t hold up so well against most things let alone rockets that landed a direct hit. Her leg was a mess. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk on it.

”Primin’ frag, what’s his malfunction? I know Reddy’s always been a little jumpy, but that was glitched!” Arcee glanced over to the still form of Hot Rod.

“He was after Roddy. Guess he thought…he couldn’t take the chance that the Fallen was still in him. I don’t know. Ask him when he wakes up,” Arcee replied. “But we should probably get going before he does. Should….should we toss him in the brig or something for safe keeping?”

Bounce Chamber

Good ol' Arcee. For a bot with her kind of frame, she was pretty resilient. She had obviously taken a bigger hit than she was letting on, but Sandstorm wasn't the type to press the issue. They'd fix it up with no probs. Her reasoning on red Alert was a lot more troubling.

“He was after Roddy. Guess he thought…he couldn’t take the chance that the Fallen was still in him. I don’t know. Ask him when he wakes up. But we should probably get going before he does. Should….should we toss him in the brig or something for safe keeping?"

Interrogation wasn't Sandstorm's style. he'd much rather just smash someone in the face and keep smashing until they couldn't get back up. Let other 'Bots do the questioning. But that wasn't really going to be the best approach to dealing with one of their own. He looked over from Red Alert to Hot Rod to Springer.

"I dunno. What do you think, Springs? Brig him?"

Bounce Chamber

Skydive and Fireflight arrived on the chamber pad to see what looked like a fight in the room. Skydive looked around to see an injured Arcee, Red on the ground being held down and other evidence of craziness. Usually he would care but the only mech he was concerned about right now was Silverbolt and finding a CR Chamber for himself as well as Fireflight.

"Commander Silverbolt, Skydive and Fireflight reporting in. I hate to admit, both of us need some cycles in the CR Chamber so if we are excused, we will head our way there."

Without waiting for a proper dismissal, which is unusual for Skydive, they went to the Medbay and opened up a couple of CR Chambers.

Medbay

"Fireflight, we better upload our records of the fight especially of what we got on Devestator. I would expect High Command to want to look at them to figure out what to do next."

Fireflight nodded at him and hooked himself into a console as did Skydive. It didn't take long for their reports to be filed and then they went into the chambers. One of the last thoughts Skydive had before going into the deep rest cycle was of a giant winged Autobot taking on Devestator and watching the green giant get pulverized. For whatever the reason this idea made Skydive smile.

Bounce Chamber

The next few moments had gone from complete surprise to absolute chaos. Springer knew Red Alert was one to over exaggerate as well as grow extremely paranoid over minute issues, but he had not expected the security officer to directly open fire on his own Autobots. With his blade somewhat already in hand, the green and yellow triplechanger was ready to leap into Red Alert's apprehension but was caught off guard by Arcee shoving him out of the way before a rocket collided with her leg.

Springer fell to the floor, but managed to drop Hot Rod shortly before he would have landed on top of him. Screams filled his audio sensors while smoke blinded him from the chaos. Primus, as if a demigod wasn't enough action for the day. The former wrecker managed to rise up to his hands and knees and began to wade through the smoke looking for his displaced weapon. More noise filled the bounce chamber as Springer grabbed hold of something that felt like handle, whether it was his own sword or a gun, he wrapped his digits around it and shot back up to his feet. But as quickly as the fight broke out, it ended. Broadside, having awoken from his nap, had doused the fire that was lit under Red Alert's aft thus buying them some time to get him to some restraints so that this situation could be better explained.

"Commander Silverbolt, Skydive and Fireflight reporting in. I hate to admit, both of us need some cycles in the CR Chamber so if we are excused, we will head our way there."

"You guys deserve the rest." The Aerialbot commander replied to his injured teammates as he lowered his weapon after the fight was now broken up. "Go on ahead, I'll check in with you two later. If you awake before then I'll be-" before he could finish his thought, the two Aerialbots made their exit from the bounce chamber, leaving Silverbolt with his jaw hanging agape.

"I'll just...head to the bridge and get the engines warmed up." Silverbolt informed Springer as he stepped forward from the bounce chamber and holstered his rifle. The green and yellow warrior gave the aerialbot commander a confirming nod before turning to see Sandstorm checking up on Arcee's condition.

"...But we should probably get going before he does. Should….should we toss him in the brig or something for safe keeping?"

"No no, Brig's too solitary." Springer chimed in as he went to throw Hot Rod back over his shoulder. "He wakes back up in there, probably will still believe we're all possessed and in full control of the ship." Springer bent over and grabbed his sword from the floor before trying to sheath it with one hand while his other was still holding the unconscious Hot Rod up on his shoulder. "So what we do is..." the triplechanger let his mind wander as his voice trailed. He paced a little back and forth in the bounce chamber while tapping his mouth with the first knuckle of his index actuator. "The med bay... Yes! The medical bay! The med bay's got a few quarantine chambers. We put Hot Rod in one, Red Alert in another and if Red wakes up before the kid, then we just say the quarantine returned us to normal!"

"Here, Broadside grab Red and Sandy grab Arcee. Let's not waste anymore time in here and get this reunion on the way."

Bounce Chamber

Sandstorm shrugged and returned his attention to Arcee. It wasn't like he'd had a better idea. Springer's notion was as good as any, though he couldn't help but expect that Red Alert was going going to see the Fallen's machinations in anything they were going to do for the next few breems. Maybe orns. As if he wasn't already such a pleasure to work with...

"Alright, 'Cee, up we go," Sandstorm said as he knelt down to give the injured bot some necessary assistance to the med bay.

Bounce Chamber

"Really can we not just stick him on the outside of the ship for a couple of cycles"

That was the first thing that came to Broadside's mind after Springer's suggestion of taking Red alert to the medical bay. Reaching down he hefted Red Alert onto his shoulder as he did so he looked straight at Springer

"I didn't hit him that hard"

Broadside started to move towards the infirmary before calling back

"Hey Sandy stop looking at Cee's Rivets and get moving"

Shot on her own ship, the thought would be sobering enough if she hadn’t just marched through seven shades of genuine hell down on the surface. Arcee grimaced as she sat back against the decking, palms supporting her lithe frame as the tension, finally, was allowed to ease outwards from her servos. She allowed herself weary ‘blink’ as Red Alert was safely subdued and, as Sandstorm held out a hand, the smallest of smiles made its way to her features, the first such inflection since she had learned of Hot Rod’s... she still wasn’t certain how to quantify recent events, nor how she felt about them. Not entirely. Not yet.

Pride would prevent others from accepting the Wreckers gesture, but the pink clad warrior was hardly amongst their number. Pride had its place, but it had little use a crutch, and she was sure to look a darn sight more foolish stumbling about on one leg than she ever could admitting to her limitations. Gratitude however, that she could get behind, firmly clasping the predominantly orange Bot by the wrist and, with a renewed, visible grimace, hauled herself back to upright.

“Careful Sandstorm,” Arcee smiled, slinging an arm across his shoulders for support, placing as much weight on her damaged limb as her protesting thigh was willing to allow. “You boys have a reputation to maintain, things like this might start getting people to think twice.”

"Hey Sandy stop looking at Cee's Rivets and get moving"

“On the other hand,” the pink Bot continued without a pause, a frown twitching her lips following Broadsides lack of subtleties. “Remind me to kick him upside the head later.”

Bounce Chamber

“Careful Sandstorm. You boys have a reputation to maintain, things like this might start getting people to think twice," Arcee said, getting a good chuckle in response from the Autobot Wrecker.

"Hah. No kidding. Cliffjumper sees this and he'll be thinking he can bluff me out of my chits at the next Flipside game."

Speaking of that, he hadn't had time to set down to a good game of Flipside in forever, oversized cylinder of energon at his side. Man. That needed to happen sooner rather than later.

"Hey Sandy stop looking at Cee's Rivets and get moving," Broadside chimed in.

“On the other hand. Remind me to kick him upside the head later," Arcee added on the heels of Broadside's little chide.

"Yeah. No worries. It'll be my pleasure to do it myself, but I'll for sure remind you, too," Sandstorm said as he chuckled, this time a little more nervously as he turned back to look at Broadside and mouthed the words "SHUT" and "UP" very distinctively.

On Route to Medbay

With Springer leading the way, the small brigade of the wounded and, in one case, unhinged made slow progress though the sullenly quite halls of the Ark 22. Despite possessing the dubious duel honour of not only being counted amongst her species youngest, but also, as some believed, final generation, even Arcee could remember a time when these same corridors rattled with the crowded footfalls of more erstwhile Autobots than the ship could surely hold. The absence of them, it spoke volumes.

“So, the Wreckers are running escort now?” the predominantly pink femme broke the silence before it could become maudlin, primarily for Sandstorm’s benefit as he took lion’s share of her weight, however slight it proved to be. When required, her smile was as easy to find as ever, curling the corners of her lips even as she winced, “hardly what the tales of daring do are made of.”

Corridors - En Route to Med Bay

"So the Wreckers are running escort now? Hardly what the tales of dating do are made of."

Springer chuckled a little at Arcee's observation before throwing the unconscious Hot Rod up a little more over his shoulder, readjusting him to sit more comfortably as the Autobots made their way to the med bay.

"Escort? We helped spearhead this attack on the *supposedly invincible* demigod! Did you end up with Hardhead's diamond coated shells lodged in your chassis?" The green and yellow warrior let the thought sit before letting out another laugh. "But yeah, escorting usually isn't what we're known for. That is, unless we're using big guns and fighting back hordes of vehicons while doing the escorting."

The thought of the old Wrecker group entered Springer's processor and swept the warrior in a wave of nostalgia. Sure they were brash bunch, not a group well known taking orders from mechs like Prowl or someone, but they got the job done and at the end of the cycle that's all that mattered. It had been so long since the team had disbanded... Impactor seemed to have disappeared and the team just fell apart one by one after that. Springer considered it lucky he at least had Sandstorm and Broadside still hanging around these days to remind him of the glory days while still kicking Con aft on this side of the Galaxy. Oh, but what'd he give to get the old team back together.

Med Bay

The doors opened to a sharp hiss as Springer lead the group in. Immediately he found two of Silverbolt's crew members partaking in a quick nap in the nearby CR Chambers. Probably could use a quick recharge himself later on, but he had to worry about the threat of Red Alert snapping back to consciousness first. Passing the various operating slabs, Springer located the Isolated Care and Decontamination chambers tucked away on the far side of the room. The green and yellow Autobot pressed his digit against the terminal which opened two separate chamber doors.

"Okay let's get Red in the left one here, and Hot Rod in the right." The suggested as he gently set Hot Rod down in on the medical berth after stepping in. Once Hot Rod was placed on his slab, Springer exited and closed the door behind him and the automated decontamination sequence began shortly after the lock was sealed.

"Alright if you Bots wanna stay here and get patched up, you're more than welcome too. I'm going to make my way towards the bridge and check in with Silverbolt to see where we're sitting."

A nearby medical drone floated over to examine the injuries Arcee had sustained while another examined the terminal of the containment unit Hot Rod was now placed in. Springer reached over and grabbed the floating diagnostic drone by its tiny mechanical armature.

"Except you, you're coming with me." He informed the drone, pulling it along with him as he approached a medical slab to grab a small silver tray. "Call me if there's an issue!" He finally exclaimed before slipping out of the Med Bay.

Bridge

Silverbolt entered the bridge of the ship and was welcomed by the silence the rest of the ship seemed to have in spades. It was no shock that it was so quiet, seeing how every other Autobot had gone down to fight the Fallen. Never the less, Silverbolt strolled up towards the console to check the readings displayed.

"Don't touch anything yet!" a familiar voice shouted from the other side of the console. The Aerialbot commander jumped back from the console startled by the voice's sudden appearance. Apparently Silverbolt wasn't as alone as he originally thought. "Don't worry... Almost got... There we go!" A hum of power echoed throughout the bridge and several new lights erupted back to life along the primary and secondary console terminals. The sound of a transformation sequence soon illuminated to Silverbolt who the voice had belonged to.

"Perceptor! Good to see you again!"

"Likewise." The scientist replied as he readjusted the optical cover over his right eye. "I can assume by your return that we won this fight?"

"Yeah I'd say so." Silverbolt replied as Perceptor rounded the corner and began overlooking the terminal, "We defeated the Fallen and Hot Rod should be in the med bay now awaiting for the medical teams to return."

"Excellent news! And after a few more final calibrations my work here should be done with and I can return to my Ore research." Perceptor's actuators flickered over the console keys as his last thought lingered in the air. "And what of the alliance between us and the Decepticons?"

"I haven't heard that they started breaking out into a fight yet..." Silverbolt hesitantly stated, "My guess is that it's still holding up until both teams are back to their ships. Even if the truce is held until then, I'm more worried about the things the Decepticons have they can rapidly deploy now."

"Yes, the Constructicon Gestalt. That is worrisome. Those green geniuses actually broke the enigma and created their own combiner." Perceptor looked over towards Silverbolt whose faceplate was plastered with an expression that seemed dumbfounded that the scientist-turned-sniper knew what happened down there. "I checked in when I could, saw the behemoth on the terminal when I reached the bridge."

The sound of the blast door opening drew Perceptor and Silverbolt's attention to the entrance to find Springer walking back into the room.

"Welcome back, Springer." Perceptor greeted before turning back to his calibrating. The wrecker simply wove his hand towards the scientist as he went to take his seat in the command chair.

"How we holding up, Percy?"

"Well the 22's back up to full power capacity. I'm just recalibrating the primary power systems up here since the damage to our main generators nearly fried the power couplings up here. Luckily we had the reserves still holding strong otherwise we'd probably be swimming in the ocean below."

"I'm just gonna take that as 'yeah we're good no need to worry'." The green and yellow warrior retorted as the diagnostic drone he dragged here began to remove the fragments of Hardhead's signature ammunition from his armor, each piece clinking loudly as it fell into the silver tray. "Well, Hot Rod is in the Med Bay safe and sound. Might wanna inform Magnus that we're back up to par now."

"I've got it, Springer." Silverbolt chimed in as he turned back to the console and opened a comm line to the armored Autobot commander.

>>"Ark-22 to Ultra Magnus, we've got the ship back up to standards and awaiting an update on your part."<<

Medbay

With a considerable amount of commendable effort, Arcee managed not to grimace (too much) as she eased herself slowly from Sandstorms most welcome support and settled down to sitting upon the closest med table available. It was uncomfortable, surely by design, but it still proved to be a darn site better than attempting to brace any further weight upon her damaged limb. With an audible sigh of relief, the smile that reflected it brief, the fembot resisted the urge to slump and instead turned her attentions to her thrashed thigh.

With a wince and a hiss of releasing pressure, the predominantly pink femme clicked the ruined plate free and placed it carefully to one side. The damage to the component was ultimately superficial and, for the time being, the gash that tore a ragged hole across it would simply have to remain looking as ugly as sin until she could book some time in a repair shop. A luxury that she did not currently have. The internal damage however, that she had to see to now.

The medical drone flittered hither and thither like some fretful mother and, with patience beyond her years, Arcee thanked the device as she took from it a series of tools to see to her damaged motors. She was no medic and, despite what colour scheme and model chassis her spark had originally been cast into (so rumour had it), she had no pretensions of becoming one. She did, however, possess more experience with battlefield patch jobs than was probably healthy, and if seeing to the repair herself would prevent a stint in the neatest CR Chamber then Arcee, with one tool selected purely to bite between her teeth, would endure the discomfort gladly.

She refused to be asleep when the time came for Hot Rod to awake...

“You would think by now,” the Fembot muttered, “this wouldn’t still make me squeamish.”

Med Bay

Once Arcee had been placed on her slab and she could receive the medical attention she needed along with the other Autobots, Sandstorm looked around and nodded satisfactorily. Yep. He'd done what he could. His expression grew a little more dark as his gaze shifted to Hot Rod though. He couldn't even begin to understand what the young mech from Nyon had gone through--was probably still going through. But he'd become familiar enough with the mech's reckless hardheadedness--shades of himself, from time to time--to know that it would probably be his most useful attribute to get him up and back on his feet.

The Autobot recon expert looked down at the damage he had suffered and nodded again as Springer told them that now was the time to get whatever repairs they needed while he headed off to the bridge. That was fine by Sandy. Bridges and officers and formalities were not exactly where Sandstorm wanted to be right now. They just needed to let him know the next time they needed some good intel and some 'Con heads bashed in and he'd be first in line. 'Til then? It was time for a little R&R.

Sandstorm slid onto his own medical berth and allowed the drones to do their work, offlining his optics as he did so.

Med Bay

Topspin sighed as he helped Twintwist into the med bay. Again, stupid stunt on his brother's part down on Earth had landed Twintwist with injuries. Despite the 'you can't take on the Fallen by yourself!' warning he had shouted, Twintwist had literally bored right into the situation, getting one of his drills smashed up by a rock golem. Damn Twintwist's obsession with drilling into feet...

As he looked around for a spare berth for Twintwist, he spotted one by Arcee, who was attempting to fix herself. He frowned and guided Twintwist over to the berth next to her and called a drone over to get to work on Twintwist.

"Hey Arcee!" Twintwist gleefully shouted out as he scooted onto the berth and grimaced at the drone. "Got a wound? Rock on! Get it, rock on, cause of all the rocks down there...."

"You..." Topspin said with a stern look in his optics at Twintwist. "Sit still and be quiet. Arcee, why in Primus' name are you doing that by yourself?" He asked after tapping in a quick order into the medical drone. "I have an extra hand if you need one, I am well versed in helping out Bots with injuries." He sent one last stern look at Twintwist, who was always in need of a hand. "We saw what Red did in the bounce chamber, guess you got in the line of fire a bit, huh?"

"Oh...." Twintwist screwed up his face at his joke no longer being funny. "She got hit by Red? Sorry..."

Deep Space, Two Millennia Ago...

An explosion knocked Groundbomber off her feet. She grit her teeth and stood up. She looked around for her friends, only to see those who were still intact were already dead and dying.

Groundbomber screamed in rage, but it caught in her vocal processor as another explosion not meters away from her left leg blacked her out. She opened her optics to see she was in space, with a strong pain in her leg. Looking down, Groundbomber saw that it was barely intact.

She found that she could still transform, and did, flying to the cruiser shooting the heck out of her friends' frigate. Three Seekers flew out from the cruiser and headed toward her. She fired a volley of missiles, which took the three out in quick succession.

Groundbomber activated her tactical overview. It showed the location of the vessel's power core. Fortunately, the shields were down, thanks to a last minute EMP blast by her comrades. She switched to her armor piercing torpedoes and prepared for her bombing run.

Groundbomber aligned herself with the the ship and began firing. Her torpedoes found their mark and the hit the core. Her display showed it going critical. As Groundbomber began to pull out to avoid the explosion, the ship shot off a single anti-fighter torpedo. It hit her back left side, where her injured leg was. She took the hit full-on and started spinning. She didn't get out of range of the cruiser as it went critical, and took the Autobot frigate as well, with her caught in the middle...


Med Bay, Ark-22 Present Day

In CR chamber 6, the patient's optics lit up. Images flew through the subject's mind, of death, destruction. With a growl of anger and rage, Groundbomber rips out of the chamber, lefts it up and smashes it. She looks around, her eyes turning from Autobot blue to yellow rage...

Medbay

"We saw what Red did in the bounce chamber, guess you got in the line of fire a bit, huh?"

“You could say that,” Arcee looked up and smiled as best she could with a tool clenched between her teeth, heroically attempting to not grimace as a less than entirely skillful jab of a medical device sent some manner of internal mechanism to sparking angrily. A second prod fixed the problem to the smell of freshly soldered metal, several warning sigils that were insistently blinking in the peripheral vision of her optics thankfully blinking away. “Being shot at by my own side is starting to become a pattern I would rather not repeat too often.”

After a short scoot over to the side, she graciously accepted Topspin’s offer, hoping that his digits would be steadier than her own. Repeated flashes of pain rarely made for the deftest of touches.

The shattering of glass was to be the first sign of impending danger, instinct born of experience flashing a multitude of scenarios through her cortex as her lithe frame was already reacting. She spun about, even as Groundbomber erupted from her confinement, Arcee spinning and pivoting without needing any further prompting and slamming her outstretched forearm into the torso of Topspin. With her free limb, and the sheer momentum of both her own and her comrades mechanized frames spilling over the top, the predominantly pink femme flipped the table they had been sat upon and dived, collapsed, tumbled over the top of it to land in heap on the other side.

As cover it was flimsy at best, and yet it provided precious microseconds for all involved to re-assimilate to their suddenly violent surroundings, shielding them from the shrapnel that ricocheted about the room from an forcibly exploding pod. Fear flashed through the Femme, not for herself, but for the Autobots who lay slumbering, dozens of her comrades supine and inactive, oblivious to the danger and utterly incapable of defending themselves.

A mental command unlocked one harness and, with the rapid releasing of locks and the spinning of gears, an energon blade of lethal sharpness unfolded from her back and ejected into her waiting palm, crackling into renewed life as she prepared to put it to good use.

Medbay

Groundbomber sees the group jump for cover and lowers her tactical visor. She scans the area and picks up something energizing. Probably a gun or energon sword.

With this info, Groundbomber grabs her sword, and rifle. Her sword begins to glow as it powers, and the rifle makes a subtle huuuum. She switches ammo in her cannon to shotgun, and moves toward the table. Grabbing and throwing it behind her, her attention is drawn to the pink bot with the sword. She braces herself, aims her cannon and rifle, and bellows, "Freeze, Deceptions!"

Med Bay

Twintwist was in motion just as soon as Arcee was, however, the daring demolitions Bot did not duck for cover, rather swung around his cannon and levelled it's aim as the frenzied Autobot crashed out of the CR chamber.
"Drop those weapons!" He ordered Groundbomber.

Topspin let himself be pulled down by the quick reacting Arcee and took cover as well. He quickly took in the situation. He started backin up the best he could from his position on the floor, as he powered up his own wrist mounted cannons. "Arcee, back up!" He said as Groundbomber tossed aside their flimsy cover. "Twintwist, stand down!" He fixed his optics on the newly woken Warrior who was obviously ready for a fight. "We are friends...." He said as calmly as he could, yet with a healthy dose of commanding... as possible. "Autobots. You're on the Ark 22." He told her. He had his doubts that Groundbomber was ready to listen, but in a room full of weary ex Wreckers, it was the last thing they needed.

Medbay

Groundbomber stared at the blue bot. She did not drop her weapons, but swung her rifle to face him. She looks at him, anger and disbelief in her optics.

"You expect me to believe that?!" she asked angrily. "When you Deceptions encountered the vessel I served on, you said you were friends. You even gave the all-clear signal. What did we get for it? NOTHING!! You slaughtered everyone. My comrades. My friends. So no, I will not drop my weapons, not until they fall from my cold, dead arms."

Her weapons start to power up, and she swings her sword at the pink Transformer.

Medbay

Arcee dived, dexterity saving her life as the length of the formidable blade, the width of which was breadth of her own waist, sailed above her head with a whip crack of displaced air and a sheering of steel, the weapon biting a deep gauge into the bulkhead behind her. The lithe femme ducked and rolled, head still attached to her slender shoulders, tucking into a flip that brought her back up into a crouch, every battle honed instinct in the pink Bot willing her to pivot and slice with her own sabre, whipping it’s wickedly sharp edge about in a swift arc that was to severe servos in the back of the crimson Bots knees, crippling her in one fell swoop.

The instinct was powerful, and yet within the fraction of moment that all of this transpired, her primary instinct won out and she resisted, creating distance instead and pivoting her weapon into a defensive posture, Arcee positioning herself between one crazed mech and the slumbering comrades to her back. Mercy for the Deceptions was a trait that had rapidly dwindled within the Femme over the long, dark years of battling that breed of a malicious mechs, but her compassion for all else had never dimmed. This femme that raged against them was an Autobot still, and just as she could not have cut down Hot Rod or Red Alert, neither could she immediately resort to such measures now.

Her cortex kicked into overdrive, sub files accessed and flicked through, more names and acquaintances than any Bot should be expected to recall carefully managed and lovingly stored. While others hoarded knowledge or battle plans or endless trivia, Arcee preserved comrades, names, faces, attributes, the nuances that made them who they were. Memories, not rosters, a way for them to survive. Someone to remember.

“Groundbomber!”, the pink Femme shouted, matching the silhouette of the crimson mech to a recollection from long ago, standing poised with one palm outstretched and deferential. “Look at where you are! Are the Autobots now in the habit of gunning down the sleeping and walking wounded? Are we!?!”

Med Bay

With only a look, not a word spoken, between them, Topspin and Twintwist quickly headed for Groundbomber as Arcee disabled her in the best way that she could without truly harming Groundbomber.
Disarming the confused Bot, without causing more panic in her, was top priority. Twintwist stowed his cannon and took a gentle but firm hold of Groundbomber by the arm, Topspin carefully going for the weapons.

"Listen to Arcee... " Topspin said in a soothing voice. "Look at us, we all wear the Autobrand on our chassis. Look around, you're surrounded by Autobot heroes. Whatever the Decepticons did to you they can't do now, we are the Autobots, you are safe."

Med Bay

Surprised at the actions of the Bots around her, Groundbomber stopped. She reactivated her visor and looked around the whole area. As she did this, her optics went back to Autobot blue, which filled up with horror, guilt and disbelief as she found the words of the others were indeed true. She said softly, "Oh my-What did I do?"

Her arms went limp as her sword and rifle dropped from her hands. Her cannon powered down with a hum. She stumbled back, dazed.

She snapped out of it when she hit a wall behind her. Her optics showed another emotion-pain. Her face looked as if someone had punched her in the gut. Groundbomber let out a forced laugh, combined with a cough, which spit up energon.

"Oh scrap," she said as she clutched her chest, and fell over. Her optics went out, and she hit the ground with a large thump.

Twintwist watched with confusion as Groundbomber slipped through his light grasp and stumbled backwards. His optics went to Topspin then to Arcee then to Groundbomber.

Topspin gently kicked Groundbomber's weapons over towards Arcee and sent her a 'you good?' look.

As Groundbomber dropped to the floor clutching her chest, Twintwist looked more confused "What the frag?" He muttered.

"Is there a fragging real medic and not some scraplet drones around her?" Topspin shouted slapping back a drone that was moving in towards Groundbomber, for the first time his calm, collected demeanor slipped away from the former Wrecker.

Med Bay

A bot that looked like Arcee, only green, walked in. She moved to the fallen Autobot and scanned her. The bot turned toward the group and said, "Hello, I'm Paradron. No, not the planet. By the looks of it, your friend here has several internal injuries due to her inner temperature being overheated. I've got to go in and repair the damage. Before that, I've gotta cool down her inner temp. Simple enough. Should only take a few minutes."

She activates a drone and has it take Groundbomber's still form to an operating room. She followed it, and shut the door.

[It was suggested that I do this NPC, and this is my first attempt. So please bear with me and nicely point out mistakes.]