1023/Let Me Live, Or Let Me Die

**Blurr has posed:**
    Following the battle over Ibex's central sectors, Blurr made it about a few kils south of the border, before his systems gave out completely, leaving him motionless on the ground in an alleyway between two defunct warehouses near the industrial sector that covered most of the area between the two major districts.

    Well, victory usually did come at a cost, didn't it? It wasn't long before a factory worker stumbled upon him, and seeing the badge, had sent up a beacon to the Autobots.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock, had opted to accept Aid's offer of ridding in his alt-mode as they made their way out to the beacon. She was mentally preparing herself for what they would see, given the state of the state of Ibex, and just what brutalization they'd be facing, or just who it was... Though, Starlock was hoping it was their missing blue speedster.

      "How far out are we form the beacon?" She'd ask, glancing out one of his windows.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid drives out towards the beacon "Hopefully, we won't be too late." He says. "I know they were both injured pretty badly."

**Blurr has posed:**
    As they approach the source of the signal, they'll likely spot the worker who activated it hanging around the entrance to the alleyway. He starts waving when he sees them. "Hey, hey!" he calls out, running up to them. "One of your guys is in bad shape." The mech points over his shoulder with a thumb. "Found him like that, hope we weren't too late."

    Indeed, the speedster has lost a lot of fuel, and is crumpled against a wall in a pool of his own energon.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid drives towards the area where he last heard from Blurr. WHen he sees the person running at him, he flashes his sirens. "Thank you. Come on, Starlock." he says. "Hope we're not too late."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "On it." Starlock would chirp. As Soon as First aid Came to a halt, Starlock would be quick to get out of Aid's passenger compartment and make her way over to Blurr, calling back to the worker. "Thank you!"

      She'd rush up to the speedster, checking his readout vitals, as well as trying to search out where the leak was.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Oh, there were multiple leaks, and multiple damaged fuel lines, to start with. Probably a lot more than that too, but can't be sure exactly what until they get him to a proper treatment facility. The initial readouts are not looking good either. Lots of things in the red, screaming critical condition.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid comes close to Blurr and sighs. "Come on Starlock. Let's get him loaded up and stabilized." he says. "Blurr. Can you hear us?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Frags sake." She'd murmur, and work to at least get him stable enough to get lifted up. "Was about to state the same, can you get your alt-mode backed in as close as possible where I can get him loaded up? Her finials then twitched up as he tried to get Blurr to respond.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Thankfully, Blurr isn't all that heavy for his size. Well it makes sense, can't be too heavy in order to be as fast as he is. So it wouldn't be difficult for Starlock to carefully lift him into First Aid's alt mode. He seems to be only partially conscious, and makes no reponse to either of them.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid scans Blurr once hes inside. "Looks like hes critical. Starlock help stabilize him while I get him back to base."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Already on it." Starlock would chirp, and once she got Blurr safe to move, she'd carefully pick him up, and get him transferred into First Aid's alt-mode. Where she would ensure he was secured before she started working to stop some of the leaks. "Right, ready get us to the nearest medical facility you can." She'd nod, ensuring Blurr wouldn't be jostled.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Once inside of First Aid, Blurr stirs a little bit, his optics lighting as he stares at the ceiling of the medevac. His gaze falls on Starlock, and he just sighs and looks away. "Iknewit," he mumbles, his voice barely audible. "Can'tletmelivecan'tletmedie..."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "I'll get us back to Deltran. We'd have the equipment we need for major repairs. Hopefully, we can find Nightlash alive too." he says. "Shh. Save your Strength, Blurr. We're getting you home."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock frowned at Blurr, as she took a kilk to process what he said, unsure if he was delirious or serious. She wasn't going to scold him though, it was wasn't the place, she instead just offered a gentle placement of her hand on his paldron, and nodded at First aid's voice. "...Everything is going be okay." She'd say softly.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr tries to brush Starlock away when she touches him, although he is extremely weak. "Th-that'swhatheyalwaysay..." he stammers. "'Everything is going to be okay.' Really. Will it really be okay, Starlock??" He sighs again. "It doesn't matter, they'd never let me die, not even if I wanted to. I'll always just be what they wanted me to be, and nothing more--no matter how hard I try."

    "I-Ihavetried..."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid arrives "Ok, load him on a gurney and we can get him to repairs." He says. "Save your strength. We know. We'll get you fixed up soon and then worry about it ok?" helooks to Blurr with concern.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock is quiet for a long time, a long long time as she debates something in her head, which was visible as her optics moved. She'd state softly, she'd been in his mind set for a while now, so she figured she wouldn't' be talking out her aft on /this/ sort of subject, but before she could say anything, First aid chimes in and she looks up and gives a nod.

      She'd look down at Blurr a moment. "I'll.. Answer that, once we get you fixed up, arlight?" she'd state, wanting to ensure he knew, she wasn't just shrugging him off. She'd get him set up on the gurney "But for right now, in this moment? We'll ensure you will be okay." she'd give him a soft smile.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr falls back into stasis lock as they arrive at the hospital. Whether he heard Starlock's answer or not, remains to be seen.

**Starlock has posed:**
     They would get him into the hospital and into emergency surgery as quick as possible, Starlock after getting herself cleaned up and hands sterilized, would help in attempting to get him out of danger and repaired... Once he was, and stable, he would be moved to recovery, or the ICU depending on his current state after surgery.. Starlock would be keep an eye on him the whole time.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid helps starlock with the surgery, staying by her side the entire time. "We've got you blurr. Coudl you tell us what happened?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr's unique physiology has always made operating on him more of a challenge, which was why surgery on him was usually left to more skilled medics, like First Aid, Starlock, or Ratchet. Or Pharma. Still, it's not an easy job. Anesthetics were unpredictable, and his internals were rather delicate in a lot of places. But, with the two of them working diligently together, First Aid and Starlock are able to do a pretty good job of putting him back together.

    Now, it's up to his systems to finish the rest of the repairs. A few breems after they finish, he finally comes back to, in time to hear First Aid's question. He just shrugs. "I mean, we won."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock is looking at him with dim, but soft optics, lost in her own thoughts, as she sits there on a rolling chair, her cin plate set on the back of it, arms crossed in front of it. "How are you feeling right now?" She'd ask, after a moment. "Anything feeling out of place?" she wasn't trying to bombard him with questions, but these where an important two to ask after he'd woken up, and became aware enough that he could answer.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid Starts to work on stabilizing Blurr as Starlock questions him. "We should report this to Ratchet and Pharma. His systems are delicate and unique. They could help us."

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Nope, everything is fine. Everything is right where it's supposed to be..." Blurr replies, though he doesn't exactly sound happy or anything. "Should be back on my feet in a few cycles, no need for you to sit there staring at me the whole time." he mutters, staring at the ceiling.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes his head. "I want to keep a watch on your repairs, make sure everything ssettlig right. So why did you run off instead of coming back home?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock glanced over. "Yeah, I will, i'll update the medical report." She'd nod, and watched Blurr, waiting for his response, before giving another nod, and sat up in her seat, and glanced over at First Aid, and then back to Blurr, she could take a pretty good guess as to why, given what he'd stated before.

      "....I don't know how much you remember.. But just know you're.. not alone, in how you feel." She'd glance away and back. She'd push herself up from the chair, and get to her pedes.

**Blurr has posed:**
    "I don't know, I guess it was a test of some kind, to see if they'd let me die. But I should have figured, they never would." Blurr answers. "I'm too valuable. No one can do what I can do, and that makes all the effort worth it." he says bitterly.

    "Hmph." He still doesn't look at anyone. "Yeah, yeah you can stop pretending you know how I feel." Another sigh. "You're done with the surgery now; just leave me -alone-."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid shakes his head. "OF course not, why would we let you die?" he says. "I.. I can watch the monitors from the other room if it makes you feel better. Let you have some time alone?" he asks. "We care and worry for you, Blurr."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock glanced over again, and then back, then down to her forearm, and vented a sigh, no.. No she couldn't reveal that, but she did think about it a moment, starting to head for the door, when she stopped. "...Do you.. Really want to be alone? and Who is they?" She'd questioned, tilting her helm.

      "....And No.. I know what it's like to want to seek out oblivion."

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Exactly!" Blurr says in response to First Aid, sitting up, even. "Exactly what I said. Of course you wouldn't let me die, because no one else can do what I can do! But if I were some other random infantrymech with nothing special about him, they would've just let me die in that alleyway! If I tried to -kill- myself, they'd revive me and erase my memories so I wouldn't do it again, you know that? They'll do -everything- in their power to keep me alive and functional, no matter what it takes. So yes, they 'care', that's how much they 'care'. So do you -really- care, First Aid, huh? Do you? Or are you just doing as you're -told-?! Because it's your -job-?"

    Angrily, he starts pulling the cables to the monitoring equipment and fuel feeds from his body, and gets up off of the circuit slab, wincing but not really faltering. "'They', as in you. Prowl. Prime. Everyone. This whole world, and this whole system. I'm not seeking out oblivion, because it's pointless. They won't let me. Plenty of people know what it's like to think about suicide, but don't you tell me you know the first thing about being -manufactured-, and being a -tool-."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid frowns under his mask "DOn't you think we were all built this way? Dont you think we're all just what we're built for?" He places a hand on Blurr.s chest. "Its not just my duty I care for you because you are troubled. I want to help but for now you will lay down, before I magnetize you to the berth. Don't make me go where Ratchet keeps the wrenches. I know how to use them too." He actually sounds stern for once.

**Starlock has posed:**
     There is a frown from starlock, she lets Aid handle this, and vents a sigh, nothing she says is going to get through to him, then perhaps... There's a brief moment where she stares down at her belt, where her blade hilts sit in their hoisters, and she actually starts reaching for one, before she stops and shakes her helm, no.. No that shouldn't be how she proves it.

      She'd stand still and listen to blurr, looking right at him as he vents, and leaned back on the door. "Your right, I don't know what it's like to be constructed cold, to hate, and not feel right in my frame.... However, can I ask you something?" She'd tilt her head.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr arches a brow at First Aid. "Heh. I knew it. That's what you've been taught all your life, isn't it? All we are is what we're made for, and what we're made for is all we are, whether it's a mortal or Primus who made us. Maybe you're right. Maybe the Senate was right all along."

    He ignores the stern demands for him to lie back and just goes to the door, scoffing at Starlock's question. "Why would you ask me if you can ask a question, as if you're looking for a reason -not- to ask? If that's the case, then fine. -No-, you can't." he says sarcastically. And before anyone can say anything else to him, he darts off, gone in a flash of blue and white.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock just sighs as he's too fast to catch him, and he puts words into her mouth and just frowns. "....We're all kinda messed up by all this, huh?" She'd ask Aid, and gets the datapad. ".....That's the reason Aid, I told you, I'd /never/ consent to whatever the institute is offering, I rather remember, and get through it myself, then try and run away, and just go through it all, all over again." She'd nod.

      "...Give him time, don't beat yourself up." She'd add, trying to quickly curb First Aid's anxiety. "He's angry, and hearing everything as the worst possible thing."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Allright." he says, tensing a bit. "I think we should let him sleep a while. We'll come back and talk to him later, ok?" he asks, gently.