Drift staggered through the Dead End, arms wrapped around his abdomen, bouncing off walls as he stumbled towards his destination.
There was only one thought left in his processors: Find the Medic.
Find the Medic and hope that he could fix this, whatever it was.
Find the Medic and hope that he hadn’t misread the subtle hint he’d given Drift that day he’d awoken to find himself in better repair than he’d been in since he’d onlined.
The words haunted the Speedster as he fetched up against a wall, panting through his vents in short, hard gasps.
He burned; his entire frame felt like it should be glowing the bright reds of near-molten metal.
No subglyphs, no modifiers, no harmonics to make his meaning clear. Simple, plain glyphs and an EM Field Drift wanted to wrap himself in.
The big red-and-blue lawbot glowering in threat from the corner.
A subtle change to optics, gentle pressure from the hand against his freshly-repaired plating. Unreadable pulse and ripple from the dense, velvety EM field.
Read the rest via the link in the description!