"HELP! I'm falling..." -- The Streets of Cybertron

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Date Posted: 19:58:24 03/14/03 Fri
Author: Maudlin
Subject: "HELP! I'm falling..."
In reply to: Icevein 's message, ""Where the blazes--?!"" on 19:47:50 03/14/03 Fri

The plummeting pair of Autobots crashed down on the back of the frozen drone, shattering it. Icevein barely ducked behind an upended portion of the bridge for shelter as shards of glass and black metal flew in every direction, trailing the energy remnants of a macabre meal. Fulcrumm was on his feet already, but Maudlin sat, his arms supporting him, in the midst of the debris.

"...and I can't get up!"

If he had a mouth Fulcrumm would have smiled at his old friend. If he still possessed a vocal-unit, laughter would break the other sounds permeating Cybertron this dark night. With neither at his disposal, the armored micromaster simply offered Maudlin a hand, his gauntlet folding forward around his fingers creating a larger hand for a better grip. Maudlin nodded, noticing how thin and skeletal the metal rod of Fulcrumm's exposed true arm was, but said nothing as the gauntlet resumed it's prior configuration, covering his arm anew. Instead he transformed, and called to the human in the tattered uniform.

"You...over there behind the rubble. Stand still laddie! Bad enough we're getting killed but you Skirmishers are some foolish risk-taking organics. Looks like you've been through the ringer too. Why don't you let me give you a lift and we can trade war stories?"

Beside him, Fulcrumm was already discovering wheels in the base of his boots and wondering what capabilities he had yet to unlock or create....

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"Appreciate the lift, Autobot. Name's Michaels...." -- Lieutenant Gabriel Michaels, 16:00:51 03/30/03 Sun
- Twenty seconds before tragedy.... -- Fulcrumm, 20:18:16 04/01/03 Tue