Maybe the reason the war had gone on for so long was at least one side's tendency to not check if their kills were actually kills. Though, admittedly, a stasis-locked frame suffering under the effects of low energon and injured to boot probably wasn't the best frame of reference for checking a kill or not.
Which was probably why, when the Autobots that had been on the mission the trip had been for came on the cave a bit later, Bee and Jazz thought they'd had to report a(t least one) casuality at first.
Luckily, Cliffjumper wasn't offlined.
Just very, very cooled down and stasis-locked.
Not that it in any way felt particularly fun coming back online, even if what he was slammed with first thing wasn't a scrolling list of injuries and an angrily blinking fuel gauge warning.
No, just a scrolling list of repaired injuries and a full tank.
It still took over a breem to properly boot up and get everything in order, and he came online in confusion (couldn't figure out why things were fixed) and flailingly ready to attempt to defend himself (both stuck on his last aware moment and 'DECEPTICONS').
"Mirage!" Jolting upright, Cliffjumper almost fell of the berth, barely keeping on it by pure reflex of grabbing the edge and First Aid being close enough to dart up to the circuit slab and pull him back.
"Where's---"
"Not here," First Aid said quietly, voice warm with sympathy as he shook his helm, "there'll be a debriefing later. For now... how do you feel?"
Cliffjumper just stared. How the frag could the slagging medic ask him how he felt?!
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Date: 2014-08-27 12:13 pm (UTC)Which was probably why, when the Autobots that had been on the mission the trip had been for came on the cave a bit later, Bee and Jazz thought they'd had to report a(t least one) casuality at first.
Luckily, Cliffjumper wasn't offlined.
Just very, very cooled down and stasis-locked.
Not that it in any way felt particularly fun coming back online, even if what he was slammed with first thing wasn't a scrolling list of injuries and an angrily blinking fuel gauge warning.
No, just a scrolling list of repaired injuries and a full tank.
It still took over a breem to properly boot up and get everything in order, and he came online in confusion (couldn't figure out why things were fixed) and flailingly ready to attempt to defend himself (both stuck on his last aware moment and 'DECEPTICONS').
"Mirage!" Jolting upright, Cliffjumper almost fell of the berth, barely keeping on it by pure reflex of grabbing the edge and First Aid being close enough to dart up to the circuit slab and pull him back.
"Where's---"
"Not here," First Aid said quietly, voice warm with sympathy as he shook his helm, "there'll be a debriefing later. For now... how do you feel?"
Cliffjumper just stared. How the frag could the slagging medic ask him how he felt?!