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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 11, 2017 19:52:40 GMT
Wheelspin kept his pace brisk as he passed several of the doors leading in fenced of sections where patients could be held separately from the general population. He was looking for one closer to the end of the hall. He glanced left and right evaluating the quality and strength of the doors keeping each of the sections shut. At the beginning of the corridor most of the doors were see through, so that whoever was held within could be studied and observed. The further he wend the smaller the windows meant for observation, became until a selection of rather heavy, thick framed doors was seen. They were meant for the few 'high grade' enthusiasts probably, who needed to cool down after a fruitful night with the energon of the more intoxicating quality. He supposed at least. They were secured, as others, with a panel that could, upon demand, be locked and open only for the select few who knew the correct pass or were identified as the bots with the right authority. The door slid open on command and he wheeled Empress inside. The light flickered on as he moved her closer to the other end of the room. There was a simple slab of a berth in there already, while the texture to the walls was ..weird, funny. "...For today." He murmured to her. "......that's all the excitement for you." He reached into his subspace. There was one remaining, partially filled container of energon he had not completely finished earlier. He carefully placed it close to her mouth. "Don't bite..." He warned , though his voice was softer. "You had your medic grade infused already but..... a little taste of energon won't hurt, eh?" He was still angry with the predacon for what she had done to his face, but at that moment he was just too tired to fume over it. He almost pitied her. Empress
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Post by Empress on Nov 11, 2017 22:17:17 GMT
The further the pair traveled from the noise of the garage, the more the creature allowed herself relax. She found that when she settled down, her restraints allowed more movement. Empress realized she could later use this to her advantage. With the berth coming to a stop, she grunted. The predacon was getting used to the constant motion, almost being lulled back into stasis. More gibberish was issued from her attacker turned repairer. As always, it made no sense to her. Though she was beginning to pick up on the tones- the general meanings. It was softer than when they had first met, an improvement for sure. Empress shook her helm trying to dislodge the cloth that obscured her vision. She was tired of being kept unknowing. As of now she seemed less imposing with her lack of limbs and sharp bits. Her snout twitched as the scent of energon. It was an odd scent, not something she was used to. Her jaws parted ever so slightly, drawing in the strangeness of it. She soon came to the conclusion that what was being offered to her was too pure, too refined for personal tastes. Empress instead latched onto WheelSpin's wrist with an iron grip and bit down hard, waiting for the eventual pooling of fresh energon. WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 11, 2017 22:40:38 GMT
He should have expected it. She looked so much tamer and calmer since they left the garage that he thought that she might have been ready to recharge and she had her optics covered, so he thought she could not have been as hostile. Big mistake. The armour whined under the pressure. It almost looked like the fangs would not have pierced through, but then in parts, the armour did give in, still resisting the assault as much as it could. The racer's engine revved up angrily as his other arm came around instinctively. His servos curled around her one remaining horn, but he did not tug, as much as his initial reaction would have been that. His engine cycled hotly a few times before his grip on the horn tightened. His cursing had mostly been in the dialects he had picked up, when he worked for and with Parts, some of the much more colourful and nasty language, that would not have been repeated in polite society. He had a mind to go against his previous resolution to keep this predacon alive, and simply shoot it dead. His arm had released the horn, its parts beginning to shift and reshape themselves until the scatter blaster presented itself. He pressed the muzzle against Empress's temple. He could feel the energon leaking into her mouth from the places where fangs cut into cabling underneath. Before he could pull the trigger however, to end the life of his patient, his servo would change again and the much more humane null ray took its place. It was aimed at the mouth, specifically at the jaw mechanism, and then he shot a tempered shot at it. It would slacken the mechanism, and if all was well, make it release his arm from her hold. If he was successful, he'd have pulled his arm free, gingerly, carefully, without any yank or tear, or any sudden movement. Detaching it literally off of the fangs before giving the wrist a thorough inspection. Empress
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Post by Empress on Nov 12, 2017 3:39:16 GMT
The whole while WheelSpin went through the motions of freeing himself, Empress stared back at him as he struggled. Malice. That was the new expression she was beginning to get a grasp of. Her facial features were a near perfect mask displaying what it was she felt. Though perhaps the most unsettling part of the display was her optics. They held an almost haunting sense of awareness. Empress knew exactly what she was doing, and she seemed to be studying WheelSpin as he struggled. When he pulled out the scatter blaster she bit down even harder. The predacon let out a low chattering growl that reverberated throughout her form. Before she had the chance to display the full strength of her bite force, her prey had fired a different weapon at her. As Wheel had hoped, her grip slackened, much to her displeasure. Defeated, she slid back against her restraints and huffed. Empress looked rather odd with her lower jaw hanging slack with energon dripping from it and onto her cot. There was a lesson to be had from the brief and aggressive interaction; don't bite the hand that feeds. WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 12, 2017 7:25:45 GMT
It was different. That look. Wheelspin would have probably appreciated it a little more, if not for the fact that he was more focused on freeing his arm without damage. But once he had succeeded that he could still watch her. She was aware. When they had fought she looked, well, more vacant. More like a puppet that was ordered what to do, and now her emotions shone through. He could have been mistaken to read it as such, but he thought she was almost sulking for having lost her target. "That's it!!... You're getting a muzzle!" He said sounding agitated and.. in pain, though the expression of latter was mostly forced to be concealed. He had her scan from earlier. While it should have been used to rebuild her legs, it would now instead be used to stop her from biting into anybody else - or at least him even by accident. "You've got enough medgrade energon in you for now! Technically I needn't have tried to feed you, you ungrateful beast!" The armour above the area where the bite was slid upwards and back, to reveal the mechanisms underneath. He was self administering first aid. From cleaning the cabling, testing the toxicity and even just cleanliness of the bite, to carefully sealing the incisions the teeth had made. He hissed a few times though surprisingly less for what he was doing. His engine finding pitch when it was particularly painful. He had mostly dulled his pain receptors down, but without literally 'nullraying' them, it still hurt. "See what you did! Now I have to repair this! And the armour's not just any scrap metal that old medic can conjure." He huffed, sullen but also a little angry with himself for not having anticipated this. His light lines had been fainter too, but that was due to the fact his own reserves had been dwindling. It wasn't anything a quick stop at the stores would not fix, before he retired. First he had to see what Vating wanted of him and hopefully also find where he was going to recharge. He picked the container with some of the energon and placed it down near the slack mouth of the predacon. He took his cloth away from her as well and stuffed it in his subspace. His wrist and arm were hurting still, and the armour showed pierce damage where the fangs pushed through. "You don't deserve it, but there it is. Try drinking it after the effects on your jaw wear off." He didn't even know if she understood what he was saying. He didn't care. He turned away from her, walked to the door. Paused there before flicking the lights off. The room, once closed would be fully quiet. No sound from outside would penetrate those walls, while the darkness would be as complete as it can be in a windowless room. He added a pass to the door locking mechanism commands once he was on the other side. The door shut itself, sealing the predacon inside. He'd let Nines know where the patient was and how to get in, later. With that completed he turned again, wiping the cloth over his damaged armour on his arm to clean off the remaining energon and make it presentable then, quite briskly, he proceeded to the control room. Empress
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Post by Empress on Nov 14, 2017 4:15:44 GMT
With narrowed optics the predacon watched as WheelSpin quickly carried out his repairs. This simple viewing began to provide a knowledge that could be of use at a much later date. A patience not typical to her savage nature made her wait until the racer had left her presence. Empress made a rumbling noise as he exited. Spite? Triumph? It was hard to tell of such complex things for a supposedly simple beast.
During the time it took for the numbness to recede, Empress stared at the vial in front of her, watching it with what could be disdain. Despite all her staring, she could care less about that type of sustenance. Her optics darted to the energon that had fallen from her previously immobile mandible. Without any concept of shame or the '5 second rule', Empress began to lap at the small pool of blue fluid.
After her little snack, the beast took a moment to take in her surrounding. Another weirdly shaped den, no doubt within a larger den. She huffed at this confusing concept. Once more she shimmied in her bindings, testing to see what she had to work with. There was more room than previously believed. Perhaps there was reluctance on her captors' part to squish her. Another rumble.
Empress began to constrict her form, bringing in her wings tightly. Mostly relying on her now dull claws, she began inching her way forwards. The lack of hind legs made the whole process much more easier. Within a quarter hour she was already able to drag herself through the remaining restraints.
Her mischievous actions were immediately counteracted by karma once she was finally free. Empress had toppled over the edge of the cot and landed in a crumpled mess of limbs and wings. She whimpered ever so slightly as she had accidentally chomped down on her own glossa. The intensity of her soreness reached an uncomfortable high.
The predacon didn't bother to move from this awkward position as she was far too weary to. Somewhat surprisingly, she began to doze off, entering stasis.
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Post by Empress on Nov 16, 2017 1:47:34 GMT
The recharge period was brief for Empress' form only allowed for many short rests and not few long ones. There was the realization that this nap was done on her own accord and not through forced programming. She noted that she felt much more energized as well. Perhaps it was also because of the energon which she believed herself to have rightfully taken.
Momentarily forgetting the lack of limbs, the creature failed to lift herself from off the ground. The creature grumbled as her chassis struck the floor and jolted some old aches. Empress used this moment to clear helm and get an understanding of her surroundings. She was as far as she could tell, in a oddly perfect den. This was not where she want to be.
At first she awkwardly dragged herself about the room, sniffing just about anywhere for a change. As she moved an object waved in her peripherals. Empress snarled before the realization that the object was in fact part of her. A brief moment of mental focus allowed her to move the things that were her wings.
This amazed her, these limbs she had never truly noticed. The predacon flexed and flapped them, adjusting herself and getting accustomed. After some time she had become attuned to the wings and began to use them to pull herself about the room. Once the new distraction was no more, Empress continued her search of the room.
A draft near what was the door was now the new holder of her wandering attention span. Pressing at the door also suggested something of interest. Almost frantic like, Empress began to claw at the floor. Faint sparks flew and the only progress made was that of shining the ground and adding more edge to her digits. The latter was the only benefit of an otherwise fruitless task.
Frantic and frustrated at the idea of being locked in, Empress felt something within her build up. What was believed to have been anger was really the physical embodiment of it. Her lower jaw unhinged and from her maw came a slew of molten liquid. The door began to liquefy as it melted inwards on itself. Without hind legs, she couldn't truly feel the cost of such a hot fire.
With an innocent type of curiosity, Empress peered outside the cell's entry way. This time she was even more lost.
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 16, 2017 13:44:36 GMT
There was a loud noise coming around the corner. It sounded like a roar of something not very animal like, the pitch of the engine changed, as speed was first picked up and then, when taking a corner, slowed down, if marginally. His frame shifted to improve the contact his tyres had with the ground, even so, the squeal of rubber on metal could be heard. With the noise coming closer, so did the racer. His flashy exterior more of its usual myriad of colours in combination with black. The full 'all black' had faded away back into this a while ago. He had raced here even with the knowledge that he was spending more energon that way than if he had run or walked. It was faster, always faster. He was angry that his plan to keep the predacon safe to herself and others had failed so miserably. A melted down door. Who would have thought that a frame type that did not resemble a dragon could achieve that. Of course he should have been more careful at checking her blueprints when he repaired her with Nines. Had he done so, he would have deactivated any and all weapons or weapon like structures that her frame had. But he had been tired and had not been thinking that the pred would have come about as quickly and decided that it was time to burst out. He had just raced here too, not considering what he would do once he was , here. Shoot her? Not to kill, of course, he was supposed to keep her alive for interrogation to take place. He transformed at a safe distance. "...Easy now." He murmured to the predacon. "You don't want to do any of that." Like use more of that substance that just melted the door that should have kept her in. "Just go back in. Nice and easy." Empress
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Post by Empress on Nov 17, 2017 0:26:33 GMT
Empress had just finished pulling herself past the threshold. Too much time was spent debating her location and plans to progress. She wondered briefly if she should stay put, but the urges of hunger told her otherwise. The predacon shifted her weight from side to side by lifting and lowering her wings in alternation. By doing this she was subconsciously weighing her choices. Before any real progress could be made, artificial roaring had disrupted her thought process. The creature's audios lowered to show her disdain and to help lessen the noise. She ground her dentas together to fight back the up and coming vocals. There was only one individual that that particular noise belonged to, and he was the one that she was far from fond of. Again the use of gibberish occurred moments after he changed into the form she was familiar with. Empress stared at him with narrowed eyes, annoyed by the disturbance. She was about to start carrying on but remembered he was the one to shoot when she acted out. However, WheelSpin left her alone when she stopped moving... Dead.That was what she needed to be. Slowly, the predacon lowered her helm to the floor. Her optics closed and her biolights dimmed as they did so. While she was a supposedly dangerous beast, it was a bit foolish for her to play dead. Especially with the one she was attempting to avoid in full view. WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 17, 2017 10:04:20 GMT
WheelSpin blinked. Well, of all the things he expected the nasty beast to do, suddenly taking a nap, was not one of them. His optics were not acting up though so this, what he saw, was as real as the warnings notifying him that he should get energon or recharge. He waved those off and took a careful step towards the predacon. "Can't you just stay in?...." He muttered looking at how badly the door had been destroyed, melted even. So, if he was to have her secure again, he needed to make sure that this did not happen. When he made additional steps towards her, his null ray was set to the right frequency and then aimed at her front legs. He fired at one and in quick succession at the second as well. Technically if striking their target, the limbs would not be harmed, but they would become as useless as her nonexisting hind legs. His arm shifted towards her wings. He had no intention of being smacked about by those, and his patience was wearing thin. He'd have fired a third time, one of the wings for now. When the shot hits they wouldn't hurt, exactly. It would probably have felt more like a sudden numbness that took control away from whoever's limb had been struck. Briefly he touched his faceplate where the horn had earlier hit him. He was not getting closer until she was safe to handle. His engine came down to a low rumble, while his voice was a tired purr when he spoke. Empress
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Post by Empress on Nov 19, 2017 19:23:10 GMT
Once more her form was falling numb. Empress' biolights reactivated to their brightest level, and her optics flew open again. She let out a low growl and stared at WheelSpin with disdain. He was starting to get on her nerves. There was a brief pause. A momentary surprise at the revelation that was the feeling of annoyance. Needless to say, she did not understand. The predacon had played dead and he still shot her. She would bite him, and he would shoot her. Empress halted in her aggressive displays and huffed. She lowered her helm back onto ground and let out a low whine. All she really wanted now was to be left alone. And fed... Her optics shifted from the mech to the general direction of the hallway. The act its self was the physical embodiment of the statement 'do as you must'. WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 20, 2017 12:40:01 GMT
Wheelspin carefully approached the predacon again. He reached his servo towards the back of her neck, and did something he had not expected he would. He pet her, once or twice, soothingly yet still careful to retract his servo should she decide to turn and bite him. "You don't understand what I'm saying, do you?" He asked, this being a guess rather than certainty. He pushed against her side to, literally roll her over. She was almost as big tall as him, that was not making it easy. He rolled her towards the nearest door that was intact. Well, he did his best to accomplish such a feat. Via the comm - to all autobots - since he did not know the private comm belonging to RoundUp, he sent :: Hey, enforcer bot, get your aft over to the holding cells. :: And that was it. The other bot would have greater knowledge on how to 'get this one secured', after all, his frame looked like that used to be his job once. RoundUp Empress
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Post by Empress on Nov 22, 2017 0:10:37 GMT
Though she had given up the fight, Empress was still wary of WheelSpin. Her gaze returned to him as he approached her. She shrunk back as much as she could. Given the numbness, it wasn't very successful. He was lowering his servo now. The sides of her muzzle began to raise to reveal her dentas. She braced herself for more pain but was instead surprised. Good. Pleasant.The predacon's face returned to its neutral expression and her form relaxed. Again, that happy little chirp fought its way forth from her vocodor. She was unfamiliar to such self expression and huffed in response to her actions. At the mech's inquiry, the creature simply raised her audios. A sign of acknowledgement. Her somewhat pleasant complacency soon shifted to annoyance as he began to push at her form in an unceremonious fashion. Empress began to groan as she was rolled, not enjoying the nauseating motion. WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 22, 2017 20:59:51 GMT
"Well... you can be nice. Who would have thought." He murmured noting that a light pat earned him a much more relaxed predacon which had been more complacent later, even if not very appreciative of his mode of moving it. Since the enforcer did not respond, he decided that he'd do all the work himself. He did not want to even call some autodrones to assist. He could do it. He paused after he'd gotten her a good deal closer to the doors of the second holding cell. "Alright. Try number two." He murmured and rolled her in. He kept the lights on as he entered and then sat beside her. His light lines were quite dim. He reached out to her helm again, and petted her gently. "There, wasn't so hard, now was it?" Even if she did not understand him, she could understand his tone of purr, er, voice. It was gentle, assuring. He looked at the bite marks in his armour and carefully lifted the pannel to expose some of his wiring and cables. "....I really should not be doing this but since you were nice and cooperative ..here's a reward." He made a careful incision into one of the cables and placed an empty container he'd earlier used with energon under it. It was his own energon now, trickling into the container. Processed, as it always was, with cybertronians. Once he decided that it was enough, he sealed the cut and closed the panel again. He placed his servo under Empress's chin plating and tilted her head a little so that he could feed her that same energon. "...Good Pred." He said while indicating the energon as if to say if she was good, she would get rewarded. "Stay." He pointed to the room. Then showed the energon again before letting her drink it. Hopefully she could put, two and two together. Empress
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Post by Empress on Nov 23, 2017 5:34:52 GMT
Empress stared at the mech with a mixture of nausea and annoyance once he was done moving her. She began to make huffing noises that were soon silenced by more pats. There was more gibberish coming from WheelSpin, the creature turned her helm to look at him as he spoke. She narrowed her optics, realizing that she disliked the gibber as she couldn't make sense of it. Though it was the sounds that accompanied the words that she was beginning to understand. The purrs and low rumbles accompanied with pats were beginning to be recognized as good things that happened when she was not being aggressive. So if she was good they would be good too... She would have ignored the other's movements had the scent of fresh energon not reached her olfactory sensors. The creature's facial features began to twitch, and she raised her helm to better see the source. Only so much progress could be made before a setback would occur. Her jaws parted as WheelSpin held onto her chin. She snapped at his hand, not having enough knowledge on finesse reactions. Empress was too distracted by the food source to realize that he was trying to relay something to her. WheelSpin
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 23, 2017 8:14:52 GMT
WheelSpin yanked his servo back when the fangs snapped at it. "No!" His tone was sharp, the purr almost fully gone, his expression angry. He got up and took a step back, the container with the Energon he had provided for her, out of reach. What was more, the gentle petting had been done and over with as well. "Bad!" Another sharp tone. He said as if to make a point that what she did was not appreciated and that because of this she would not get the nice things, be it pets or energon. He briefly walked to the room in which her previous restraints had kept her to the bed. He did not want a second door melted, and a predacon with her mouth shut, could not use it to cause damage. He removed some of the restraints from the stretcher, and soon returned, with those behind his back plating as he approached her. He sat down beside her, the energon now in view, but at a distance that she could not reach it. He did not want to have it spilled. He reached around her neck and head, to get her into a head lock, so that the makeshift muzzle could be applied. If successful, Empress would soon be sporting a tight enough restraint around her gob, to keep her both from snapping at him for the time being, and from melting down parts of their base. Empress
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Post by RoundUp on Nov 23, 2017 18:27:30 GMT
Arriving in the Quarantine section was Round Up, he'd received the somewhat covert message, not even his own visor had alerted him to the fact that WheelSpin needed help, maybe he'd have to change the settings in his notifications subroutine, he looked around, this was where they were keeping the prisoner? Deputy rolled up beside him, his pedes folding back down to allow him to walk around freely. Giving the place a look over.
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Post by Empress on Nov 24, 2017 0:15:17 GMT
The creature winced at the scolding. She was only trying to get at the food. The only way she could get it was with her jaws as everything else was either numb or not functional in the right way. Her audios lowered as the energon was taken away. She narrowed her optics at WheelSpin once again, and rested her helm on the ground in her first ever attempt to pout. After the second scolding, she shifted her gaze elsewhere and whined. That tone was hurting her sensitive audios. When he left she raised one ear to listen to whatever he was doing in the next room over. There was much helm shaking and agitated grunts as the mech fought to place the newly crafted muzzle on her. Empress went to snap at him, but realized that she couldn't even part her jaws. The Predacon began to snarl at him. However, her malice was soon shifted to Roundup as he entered the room. Her vocals shifted to growling as he was a stranger which made him a threat. She would have continued with her minimal threat displays had Deputy not caught her eye. The creature fell silent, and watched the minicon with a masked expression. Her tanks gurgled out of hunger. WheelSpin RoundUp
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Post by WheelSpin on Nov 24, 2017 14:53:22 GMT
"You're late." WheelSpin grumpily muttered, pleased though that the hostility was in some part diverted towards the new arrival and not him. He petted Empress lightly for that. He knew he was not supposed to award her for such behaviour and that it could get problematic later, but then this was now, and he felt like it. "Do you have anything that could safely immobilize her, until she is better? She's burst through one door already, and I doubt Vating would appreciate her wrecking the base, no more than I would appreciate having to do repairs on her again, because she's ripped or dented something out of alignment again." He kept the soft petting of her helm, more at ease now that she could not bite him. "I assumed that since... you do look like that kind of bot, if anybody, you'd have something either available or would make it quickly enough." He glanced down at the pred briefly and then at Deputy looking amused. "Might want to tell your buddy not to get too close. She's got a nasty bite." And judging by the way she looked at him, he doubted that she was interested in innocent play. "Oh, close and lock the door behind you." He indicated the door of the room they were now in. To Empress he spoke again in a soft, purring tone that promised good. "Good.. err pred. What can I call you huh? Snapper? Nah. WhiteFang?" Empress RoundUp
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Post by RoundUp on Nov 24, 2017 16:11:19 GMT
Yeah, communication didn't really come through well on my end.
Round Up turned to the panel, pressing the close button and then the lock function, shutting the door behind him. Deputy took one look at Empress, who seemed to be seeing him as food... he was a bitesize snack or a chewtoy compared to round up, the Minicon slowly backpedalled and decided to go look at some of the security and surveillance systems in the room.
Round Up joined Wheelspin. Speaking softly to Empress. Easy now, I'm not gonna hurt you as long as you promise not to eat my friend.
Keeping his distance for now and surveyed the Predacon. I've not seen anything like her since the war, I think Eukarian may be the right term. He continued to look at Empress, thinking about how best to restrain her without her getting too frightened. She seemed to trust Wheelspin, especially since he was giviing her some positive reinforcement.
I would say use some stasis cuffs, I have a set on me, it would stop her from moving about so much, but still give her a little freedom. and what you seem to be doing is helping her relax. Reward her for positive actions, I'm guessing she needs energon. I wouldn't give her too much, but enough to help her recover..
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