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[The little drone is looking down on a rather beat up looking blue mech.  His red faceplate is marred by a huge hole where his left optic should be.  The mists are still fading around him.  After a moment his limbs twitch, and then he's surging upright and to his feet with a roar.]

[He stops, completely shocked by his surroundings.  He's among graves.  Simple stones marked with names ranging from clearly Cybertronian to more Human.  Turning a slow circle he spots the drone and frowns.]

What the scrap is going on here?

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Darn, stubborn bara bots. Just talk already!

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[He wasn’t sure what to feel about Bulkhead right now. His last memories were of the Autobot were of Bulkhead saving his life. He hoped that someone could come for him, that maybe Knock Out would find out where he was and dare to come for him, because he was...pretty sure Megatron wouldn’t. He’d even dared hope that maybe Prime would show up to the rescue, if only so MECH couldn’t use his parts to their own gain; that would have ended with him in a cell at the least, but at least he’d be alive. But Bulkhead was the absolute LAST person he expected to show up to help him. Right next to Megatron, if for different reasons.]

[So it wasn’t so much that he wanted Bulkhead to leave him alone - actually he wanted to talk, wanted to know why his rival had risked himself to pull his aft from the smelter - but that he didn’t know what to say.]

Yeah...see ya.

[And so he just stands there a long moment, watching Bulkhead as he leaves, worrying the eyepatch between two fingers. With a huff he’ll finally turn to head into the medbay...]