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-fish fell out, and an octopus was suction-cupped to the backplating. Blending in, refusing to move. Bad rolled his optics, setting both front and back plating down, then covering the exposed spark with another towel.}
Im going to remove his helm. Make sure to keep him still if anything happens.-
Im going to remove his helm. Make sure to keep him still if anything happens.-
December 2, 2025 at 2:19 PM
-fish fell out, and an octopus was suction-cupped to the backplating. Blending in, refusing to move. Bad rolled his optics, setting both front and back plating down, then covering the exposed spark with another towel.}
Im going to remove his helm. Make sure to keep him still if anything happens.-
Im going to remove his helm. Make sure to keep him still if anything happens.-
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Just hold him here and here. I will do the rest.
{Bad placed Black Out servos where he needed them. Then got to manually undoing the mechs armor. First went the wrist armor. As each piece was removed, pools of water that was trapped inside splashed to the ground. The medic hummed, placing the-
{Bad placed Black Out servos where he needed them. Then got to manually undoing the mechs armor. First went the wrist armor. As each piece was removed, pools of water that was trapped inside splashed to the ground. The medic hummed, placing the-
November 30, 2025 at 3:12 AM
Just hold him here and here. I will do the rest.
{Bad placed Black Out servos where he needed them. Then got to manually undoing the mechs armor. First went the wrist armor. As each piece was removed, pools of water that was trapped inside splashed to the ground. The medic hummed, placing the-
{Bad placed Black Out servos where he needed them. Then got to manually undoing the mechs armor. First went the wrist armor. As each piece was removed, pools of water that was trapped inside splashed to the ground. The medic hummed, placing the-
Nah but I'm like old and I still haven't found that I mean when you find someone!
November 29, 2025 at 11:31 PM
Nah but I'm like old and I still haven't found that I mean when you find someone!
You'll understand one day when you're older!
November 29, 2025 at 9:40 PM
You'll understand one day when you're older!
They love each other very much
November 29, 2025 at 9:35 PM
They love each other very much
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Alice, the towels are in the back of the storage room, by the bathroom. Just go through the racks, and you'll spot them.
[He glances up from his work on the forearm guard and eyes Watcher's helm and other damaged plates.]
Set any plates that need replacing near the shelf, and anything that needs-
[He glances up from his work on the forearm guard and eyes Watcher's helm and other damaged plates.]
Set any plates that need replacing near the shelf, and anything that needs-
November 29, 2025 at 5:05 AM
Alice, the towels are in the back of the storage room, by the bathroom. Just go through the racks, and you'll spot them.
[He glances up from his work on the forearm guard and eyes Watcher's helm and other damaged plates.]
Set any plates that need replacing near the shelf, and anything that needs-
[He glances up from his work on the forearm guard and eyes Watcher's helm and other damaged plates.]
Set any plates that need replacing near the shelf, and anything that needs-
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-servo brushed over the mech back. A touch diagnosis wasn't as good as one back on the ship, but he's been in the war too long to not be good at this. His servo trailed over the broken wings, Two clearly gone, the other two broken in a jagged pattern. Static had long since gone from them. Which-
November 29, 2025 at 1:04 AM
-servo brushed over the mech back. A touch diagnosis wasn't as good as one back on the ship, but he's been in the war too long to not be good at this. His servo trailed over the broken wings, Two clearly gone, the other two broken in a jagged pattern. Static had long since gone from them. Which-
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[Brunner looks up from his work at the forge. In his tongs is a large piece of metal that he's slowly shaping into what looks like a forearm guard.]
The medic is here!
The medic is here!
November 28, 2025 at 7:58 PM
[Brunner looks up from his work at the forge. In his tongs is a large piece of metal that he's slowly shaping into what looks like a forearm guard.]
The medic is here!
The medic is here!
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His frame softens, tension bleeding out of struts and cables. His helm lists slightly to one side, mouth going slack.
His cold plating twitches under Tracker’s touch, confused by the sensation. He lifts one servo a few useless centimeters, -
His cold plating twitches under Tracker’s touch, confused by the sensation. He lifts one servo a few useless centimeters, -
November 26, 2025 at 2:31 PM
His frame softens, tension bleeding out of struts and cables. His helm lists slightly to one side, mouth going slack.
His cold plating twitches under Tracker’s touch, confused by the sensation. He lifts one servo a few useless centimeters, -
His cold plating twitches under Tracker’s touch, confused by the sensation. He lifts one servo a few useless centimeters, -
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[In a moment, Tracker is there again, this time at the mech's front. He nuzzles into the bot and rumbles his engines, trilling and whistling quietly as Brunner and Alice clamber into Break Out.]
November 25, 2025 at 6:58 AM
[In a moment, Tracker is there again, this time at the mech's front. He nuzzles into the bot and rumbles his engines, trilling and whistling quietly as Brunner and Alice clamber into Break Out.]
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No, that would be more dangerous.
[With gentle servos, Break Out helps the mech tilt onto his side and coaxes his intake open. His claws drag across the mech's frame, and he pries open any vents he finds. Tracker is rumbling his engine against the mech's back, trying to get the lines moving again.]
[With gentle servos, Break Out helps the mech tilt onto his side and coaxes his intake open. His claws drag across the mech's frame, and he pries open any vents he finds. Tracker is rumbling his engine against the mech's back, trying to get the lines moving again.]
November 24, 2025 at 5:18 AM
No, that would be more dangerous.
[With gentle servos, Break Out helps the mech tilt onto his side and coaxes his intake open. His claws drag across the mech's frame, and he pries open any vents he finds. Tracker is rumbling his engine against the mech's back, trying to get the lines moving again.]
[With gentle servos, Break Out helps the mech tilt onto his side and coaxes his intake open. His claws drag across the mech's frame, and he pries open any vents he finds. Tracker is rumbling his engine against the mech's back, trying to get the lines moving again.]
broken digitstips dragging along Tracker’s armor like he’s trying to figure out what is touching him.
November 26, 2025 at 2:32 PM
broken digitstips dragging along Tracker’s armor like he’s trying to figure out what is touching him.
His frame softens, tension bleeding out of struts and cables. His helm lists slightly to one side, mouth going slack.
His cold plating twitches under Tracker’s touch, confused by the sensation. He lifts one servo a few useless centimeters, -
His cold plating twitches under Tracker’s touch, confused by the sensation. He lifts one servo a few useless centimeters, -
November 26, 2025 at 2:31 PM
His frame softens, tension bleeding out of struts and cables. His helm lists slightly to one side, mouth going slack.
His cold plating twitches under Tracker’s touch, confused by the sensation. He lifts one servo a few useless centimeters, -
His cold plating twitches under Tracker’s touch, confused by the sensation. He lifts one servo a few useless centimeters, -
His limbs dangle, movement sloppy and uncoordinated, processor running on flickering scraps.
Then Tracker presses down over him settling across his chassis wrapping weight and warmth across his plating like a shield.
And Watcher… just goes limp.
Then Tracker presses down over him settling across his chassis wrapping weight and warmth across his plating like a shield.
And Watcher… just goes limp.
November 26, 2025 at 2:31 PM
His limbs dangle, movement sloppy and uncoordinated, processor running on flickering scraps.
Then Tracker presses down over him settling across his chassis wrapping weight and warmth across his plating like a shield.
And Watcher… just goes limp.
Then Tracker presses down over him settling across his chassis wrapping weight and warmth across his plating like a shield.
And Watcher… just goes limp.
The moment Tracker hauls him up, Watcher’s frame jerks once more a reflex than real resistance. His ruined joints grind, hydraulics stuttering, but he’s too weak to do anything more than sag in the smaller mech’s grasp.
November 26, 2025 at 2:31 PM
The moment Tracker hauls him up, Watcher’s frame jerks once more a reflex than real resistance. His ruined joints grind, hydraulics stuttering, but he’s too weak to do anything more than sag in the smaller mech’s grasp.
Watcher’s plating flares in panic, vents sputtering out more water, his helm twisting under his own grip.
November 25, 2025 at 7:28 PM
Watcher’s plating flares in panic, vents sputtering out more water, his helm twisting under his own grip.
His servos jerk away from his torso, scrabbling upward. He grabs at his helm with desperate, frantic claws, broken digits skittering over soaked seams as though trying to pry something open, as though trying to force the memories back into place.
November 25, 2025 at 7:27 PM
His servos jerk away from his torso, scrabbling upward. He grabs at his helm with desperate, frantic claws, broken digits skittering over soaked seams as though trying to pry something open, as though trying to force the memories back into place.
failing processor.
A memory tries to form. A place. A home....But there’s nothing.
Just a yawning blank where the recollection should be, and the moment he brushes against that emptiness, panic flares white-hot.
A memory tries to form. A place. A home....But there’s nothing.
Just a yawning blank where the recollection should be, and the moment he brushes against that emptiness, panic flares white-hot.
November 25, 2025 at 7:27 PM
failing processor.
A memory tries to form. A place. A home....But there’s nothing.
Just a yawning blank where the recollection should be, and the moment he brushes against that emptiness, panic flares white-hot.
A memory tries to form. A place. A home....But there’s nothing.
Just a yawning blank where the recollection should be, and the moment he brushes against that emptiness, panic flares white-hot.
The sound of wet venting and the rattle of plating fills the space. Everything hurt, a spark deep hurt it made Watcher's faceplate twist in pain and his broken digit tips dig into his frame more.
'I should never have.... never left...'
The fragmented thought slips through the static of his -
'I should never have.... never left...'
The fragmented thought slips through the static of his -
November 25, 2025 at 7:25 PM
The sound of wet venting and the rattle of plating fills the space. Everything hurt, a spark deep hurt it made Watcher's faceplate twist in pain and his broken digit tips dig into his frame more.
'I should never have.... never left...'
The fragmented thought slips through the static of his -
'I should never have.... never left...'
The fragmented thought slips through the static of his -
and now the world is moving again.
A fearful, broken whimper rattles out of his damaged throat as he tightens his arms around himself, processor sparking with confused pain.
A fearful, broken whimper rattles out of his damaged throat as he tightens his arms around himself, processor sparking with confused pain.
November 25, 2025 at 12:51 AM
and now the world is moving again.
A fearful, broken whimper rattles out of his damaged throat as he tightens his arms around himself, processor sparking with confused pain.
A fearful, broken whimper rattles out of his damaged throat as he tightens his arms around himself, processor sparking with confused pain.
Watcher curls inward on pure instinct, dragging his arms against his trembling frame. He folds as tight as his ruined joints allow, vents sputtering shallow and ragged
He can’t hear the reassurance.
He can’t see the gentle movements.
All he knows is that hands touched him then didn’t, -
He can’t hear the reassurance.
He can’t see the gentle movements.
All he knows is that hands touched him then didn’t, -
November 25, 2025 at 12:51 AM
Watcher curls inward on pure instinct, dragging his arms against his trembling frame. He folds as tight as his ruined joints allow, vents sputtering shallow and ragged
He can’t hear the reassurance.
He can’t see the gentle movements.
All he knows is that hands touched him then didn’t, -
He can’t hear the reassurance.
He can’t see the gentle movements.
All he knows is that hands touched him then didn’t, -
The warmth he’d been clinging to disappears, replaced by cold air and the distant thrum of engines he can’t identify.
He reaches out blindly, weak, clawed fingertips scraping nothing but dirt and empty space.
He reaches out blindly, weak, clawed fingertips scraping nothing but dirt and empty space.
November 25, 2025 at 12:51 AM
The warmth he’d been clinging to disappears, replaced by cold air and the distant thrum of engines he can’t identify.
He reaches out blindly, weak, clawed fingertips scraping nothing but dirt and empty space.
He reaches out blindly, weak, clawed fingertips scraping nothing but dirt and empty space.