119/Victims of Toraxxis

**Springer has posed:**
It's been almost a decacycle since the Toraxxis explosion, and Springer has spent nearly all of that intervening time here. First he oversaw the evacuation, and then he returned to help dig out the survivors. Now, it's mostly bodies he's uncovering as he uses his large, powerful arms to overturn debris and lift massive chunks of refinery wall in search if those trapped beneath. He works tirelessly and methodically, stopping only to recharge before diving back into the wreckage. His armor is covered in dust, dents, and scratches, and he's finally starting to slow down, but he seems determined not to let fatigue stop him while there's any chance that someone else can still be saved.

**Blurr has posed:**
As Springer is laboring hard, Blurr suddenly shows up on-site. His appearance is abrupt as per usual, and though he isn't very strong he pitches in to help the triplechanger lift a piece of broken wall that he seems to be struggling with a little bit. There were a few survivors, though it seems by now that most of them are just dead bodies. Rather depressing, really. But an explosion of that magnitude wasn't likely to leave many alive who were unfortunate enough to be caught within the blast radius.

**Springer has posed:**
Springer glances up with relief as Blurr suddenly arrives and helps him out. "Thanks," Springer grunts as the two of them heave the piece of broken wall aside. "I know this is what you wanted to do today." Springer takes a moment to dust off his hands, revealing several lacerations from his constant work at the site. "Any word from the scanners? We're running out of pockets of possible space." Micro-break over, Springer jumps down the small hole he's uncovered with Blurr's help, and shines a light around, looking for bodies, or better yet, survivors.

**Blurr has posed:**
No survivors, still. Bodies...well, pieces of bodies are here and there but other than that, not much other than broken pieces of refinery and equipment. Blurr taps a datapad scanner. "Nope. Actually, Prowl says we're done here. He doesn't think there will be any more survivors. He wants us to start focusing harder on finding the source of SC-31 (Sonic Canyons mine). The Decepticons could be closer to it than we know."

**Springer has posed:**
Springer vents air through his engines in a sigh, and then nods in resignation. "Alright," he breathes, shining his light around the hole one more time before using his powerful legs to leap straight out of it. "I'm ready," he announces, without pausing to clean up or recharge. "Where do we start? After all this death and destruction - let the Decepticons just try anything. I dare them. I'll rip them apart." For a moment, Springer's blue optics glow red.

**Blurr has posed:**
"Dunno, guess we'd better get to the briefing tonight for news on that." Blurr shrugs. "Probably gonna be headed deeper underground, until we finally get to wherever the big pocket is. Probably kill some more of those monsters, whatever they are. And hopefully not get eaten by them." He grimaces a little.

**Springer has posed:**
Springer nods seriously, getting his temper back under control. "Yeah. I'll have to see what kind of team I can put together after the briefing. Has any more information surfaced how to fight those things? I've kind of been focused here since the explosion." Springer gestures around needlessly to the devastation that surrounds him. "I'm willing to just try extreme violence, but if there's a better way I'm all audials."

**Blurr has posed:**
"Not that I've heard." Blurr sighs. "Thus far extreme violence is the only thing that's really been proven in practice to work. But now that Toraxxis is gone, we -need- to get down there before the Decepticons do. Whatever it takes. It's our only hope now. Anyway at least we know they're -killable-."

**Springer has posed:**
Springer closes one of his damaged hands into a large fist. "Well, if they can be killed, I'm up for killing them - especially to keep others safe on the expedition. Do you know who we still have in the underground-sensors department?" Springer starts to carefully pick his way across the piles of rubble towards the perimeter of the blast zone. Presumably he could probably just leap or fly there, but for once he's the one going slower to make sure Blurr can keep up over the broken ground.

**Blurr has posed:**
Blurr keep up? Haha, of course Blurr can keep up! Uneven terrain, sideways terrain, and who knows probably even watery terrain. He hasn't tried that last one yet, though. Anyway, point is, Springer needn't move so slowly. "They've been sensor-sweeping in the area for a while now, but we should probably get a recon team down there pretty quickly to figure out the best way in. There are a lot of...fragile structures down there. Some of it might have been sitting there since before Nova Prime, even."

**Springer has posed:**
Springer nods, increasing his speed as soon as he realize Blurr's having no problem with the terrain. Once the edge of the blast zone is in sight he simply leaps the rest of the way and then lets Blurr join him. "Yeah, the spelunking will be the dangerous part. You coming with? It's always nice to work with someone who can move fast, and better yet, think fast." His smile slides up his face into an appreciative smirk.

**Blurr has posed:**
"Fast-EST." Blurr emphasizes the -est part, correcting his friend. Yes, this is one thing the former racer is extremely arrogant about. Among a slew of others, of course. "On both accounts." He zips up, down, and around, easily manevuering the various bits of debris littering the ground. "Spelunking will be -one- of the dangers. The monsters...I think Operations is calling them 'cybermorphic predators' or something. Those are the ones that will actually chase after us."

**Springer has posed:**
Springer chuckles. "Well, I was including those in the category of 'spelunking dangers', but you're right in that they should be the focus. I'll definitely be bringing in the big guns, and with luck we'll have someone who can sense them coming as well. If nothing else I have a tunnel sweeper that can drive a bunch of them back at once, if needed - I hope. I haven't actually tried it below ground," he admits with a confident 'it'll be fine' laugh.

**Blurr has posed:**
"Might be worth the risk." Blurr nods. He's not really the type to be cautious or do a lot of thinking before acting, either. There seems to be a lot people like that around. Maybe that's why Prowl is second-in-command. "I mean what's the worst that could happen?"

**Springer has posed:**
Springer's laugh is uproarious, and a little unhinged after cyber-weeks of digging out bodies. "Well, we could all die - we could be eaten - we could break through and flood the tunnel, and potentially blow up whatever's above us - I mean, nothing, really." He grins. "Should we head back to base?" Once on more solid ground, Springer transforms down into his massive green muscle-speeder - not that he's going to be able to keep up with Blurr on the way back.

**Blurr has posed:**
Blurr laughs as well. "No, I meant just with the tunnel sweeper. Yeah, I mean there are a number of catastrophic things that could happen down there. Including blowing up ourselves and a significant portion of the terrain above us, or even Primus forbid, the entire planet since we're not all that sure what the magnitude of that potential fuel source is." He also transforms into his alt mode. "Yeah, you look like you could use a little recharge."

**Springer has posed:**
Springer starts to shrug off the need for recharging (not that he can shrug in speeder mode without his massive green shoulders), but then thinks better of it in light of the need for combat readiness. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Gotta look and feel my best if I'm going to be eaten by - what did you call them? -- 'cybermorphic predators'." Springer pulls onto the highway, and heads back to base, keeping pace with Blurr as long as his tired frame will allow him.