1093/Retrieval

**Quickswitch has posed:**
The Undergrid is a dark and winding maze. Creatures inhabit the darkest corners. And one sixchanger has found himself, literally, very far down in this labyrinth. He radioes again, hoping for more than static. Nothing. Quickswitch sighs, as much in consternation as pain.

The large room he awoke in is empty, but for a large statue of a puma, and on the floor is a long-dead mech, spark extinguished.

**Starlock has posed:**
     A autobot search-an-rescue team, with a few combatants by their side, was also in these dark tunnels, headlights, flashlights, and headlamps on as they walked. Starlock was unfortunately (At least for her), leading this team, her four chassis headlights on and her forearm panal she used to track her teammates signals and life sighs, opened as she attempted to keep a lock on the coordinates and signal of Switch's beacon.

      She was looking up at every little sound she heard, looking around in an attempt to keep from leading the group /right/ into danger, it was likely annoying some of those there but she wasn't exactly going to apologize for being careful. She'd then click on her commlink in a bid to see if they were close enough for her radio to get through to Switch. "<<Switch this is Starlock, can you hear me?>>"

**Quickswitch has posed:**
There's a moment of static, but a signal comes through, <<I hear you,>> he replies, <<I think I'm pretty far down. I don't know for sure. Do you have a lock on my signal?>> Quickswitch stays where he is, eyeing the dead mech with pity and the large statue with wonder.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock lets out a vent of relief on hearing him. "<<Yes, I have a lock, my medical equipment is made for this storta stuff, I'm with a rescue team that's making our way down too your location.>>" She'd then frown in thought as she listened to the echoing of sounds through the tunnel, the dripping of some fluid leaking from above, the sparking of broken wires due to no metince in these deeper areas.

      "<<I'll be able to get a basic idea of your condition the closer we get, but do you have an idea of how bad your injuries are?>>"

**Quickswitch has posed:**
"I'm pretty dented up, and I think my circuitry is damaged. I'm not used to being this damaged..>> he says softly, <<I think I had a run in with a creature down here, and then I fell pretty far...>> Quickswitch struggles to remember, coming up with nothing, <<I have no memory of how I ended up down here,>> he adds, <<Be careful.>>

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock takes a vent through her denta and nods to herself. "<<Alright, I won't be able to get everything one hundred percent, but i'll be able to get you repaired enough to get you outta' here where I can get you properly cleaned up and patched up at the repair bay, just hang in there, alright?>>"

      She'd glance up to the electric glow of her stave in her free hand, that she used to walk with, wondering if all the light would attract something, but she'd frown, it was a risk they needed to take. "<<How much can you see in the area you are in?>>"

**Quickswitch has posed:**
<<Will do,>> Quickswitch tells her. The sixchanger looks around the area. It's dark, except for the light of his optics and chest panel. It provides a little light, but not much, "I can't see much. I tripped over the dead mech in here when I first came to, and that's when I noticed the statue. It's gigantic. A puma, like me. Other than that, the room is empty. The cieling is blown out. I musta fell down from there. Keep on the lookout for creatures, little lady. I don't think they like light, or maybe they do...>> Yeah, lotta help, 'Switch.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "<<Creepy... Wait, there is a dead mech in the room?!>>" Well there was a medical nightmare. "<<Able to see any kinda of identification markers on them?>>" A badge, was a badge after all, and maybe it was one of the decepticon units he'd been chasing down here, then he killed, that would make logical sense.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch flares his optics for a little more light and carefully looks over the fallen mech, <<Not that I can see,>> he says evenly, <<Looks like it's been down here a long time. No telling how long though.>> He gives his gross estimate, <<How close are you to my signal..? ..I'd like to get out of here..>> he sounds worried.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Oh that's just lovely...." She'd grumble to herself off the commlink. She'd take another vent through her denta. "<<Moving down to the next level, should be coming up on you soon... I can keep talking, if it helps ease some of the stress of this situation.>>" She'd offer, knowing not all enjoyed, that, but him talking ment he was alive.

 "<<We /will/ be getting you out of here this Solar-cycle, don't you worry, alright?>>"

**Quickswitch has posed:**
<<All right..>> he radios, <<Just kicking back, here. Hmmm... I wonder if I should try transforming...>> He gives the mental signal to transform. It's quite painful, but accomplished. The jet is nominally pleased. He transforms back into robot mode, carefully.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock's finials twitched at the sound of him transforming over the commlink. "<<Was that you?>>" She'd ask him as she kept moving, the sound of her and the groups pedes against the metal of the floor below them.

      "<<Sorry, skittish, trying to ensure nothings sneaking up on us, or going to attack us.>>" She'd add quickly as her purple and gold optics looked around the area.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Where Starlock is, something moves in the darkness--two green optics and a sloping body come closer... and closer... it has a fierce countenance and a viciously serrated jaw, intent upon the rescue team.

<<Hey gang, how are ya?>>

It's Quickswitch!

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock flinches instantly upon seeing /something/ is approaching them and quickly spins her stave, pointing it, ready to attack whatever it is, should it lunge at them first, an electrical pulse and sparks run through and off the stave.

      But upon him getting closer, and even speaking, she relaxes, letting out a relieved vent, lowering her weapon. "Primus almighty Switch, you scared the scrap outta' me." She'd vent a huff, and start approaching him, getting her field equipment out, a few other medical staffers assisting her.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch transforms to robot mode. Not as quickly as he usually does, but it occurs, <<Everything's okay now,>> he sounds contented, <<If you want to see the room, it's just over here,>> he points to a darkened passage. Quickswitch nods as the medical team gets out its equipment. For his situation, Quickswitch is in a surprisingly good mood.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Alright, once i'm done making sure you can make the trek back." She'd respond, starting to quickly dress some of his wounds. "Seem to be in good spirits though." She'd comment as she worked, trying to keep her mind off he grim nature of her job she'd soon have to perform.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
The assault unit nods grimly to Starlock's ministrations. It remains still, observing the medic and calculating the time it would take to heal. Quickswitch smiled, waiting patiently for the medics to finish before leading them into the large chamber ahead.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Once she and theo thers are done, and their lead into the chamber, Starlock would approach the dead mech, looking them over, trying to get an idea of how they died, their size, as well as attempting to locate their serial code, if they had a badge and if it was just to dark for Switch to see, notting it all down on a datapad.

      "We didn't bring the resources to transport a corpse, so.. unfortunately, we'll need to leave them down here."

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch nods sadly, <<Poor mech..>> the next minute, he's quite contented again. The dead mech yields its secrets to Starlock. It lacks any badge. Its armor is brittle with age. It is average size for a mech. As for how it died, its armor is torn open at the torso. Probably was attacked by a subteraneon creature and crawled into the room.

<<Let's go!>> Quickswitch calls cheerfully.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would note down everything she can. "<<Most we can do is ensure that their not forgotten.>>" She'd state, before getting up and joined the group, subspacing the datapad and cleaning her hands the best she can, walking along Switch with her stave once more.

      "<<Let's get back to base.>>" She'd nod as the group started returning the way they came.