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[socrowdedinhere]

OP: *optics narrow at the new bot who's been brought in, /bracing/ as the bot approaches . . . h-he...he doesn't /want/ to be raped yet again, but...but maybe this one will know something of his team*

Con: *does indeed reach for OP's chestplates, opening him up.  He opens his own as well, but instead of pulling the data cable to connect he....pulls a sticker off his spark chamber?!  With one hand clamped over OP's mouth he'll place that sticker on OP's spark chamber* //Easy, Prime, I'm here to help you, but I can't do that if you get me caught and killed.//  *OP's comms don't work...it seems that patch...is working in their place...*

OP: */scowls/ in spite of himself, bracing further . . . the look turns more confused at the patch, then he /bucks/ on reflex at the hand clamping over his mouth, and he /shies/ from the thing being put on his spark chamber . . . and then he goes /still/, staring in /shock/ at the Con*

Con: *just stares back at OP, giving him a chance to process things before speaking again* //My name is Ironshade.  I came here to give you that so you can be aware of what my team /and/ yours are doing to get you out.  Your team each have a patch of their own, reach for them, you'll feel them through it, along with me and fours others.//

OP: .................. *studies him...and turns his attention a little more to the patch, fans hitching as he senses the Con in front of him and seven others*

Bulk: //H-hey, someone just got added.//

Ratchet: //Optimus?//

Bee: //Boss-bot, is that you!?//

OP: *nearly /sobs/, head dipping - it's almost a /good/ thing Iron's hand is clamped over his mouth* //Y-yes...yes, it's me. Are you guys all right?// *yes, even in the horrific condition and situation he's in, he's more worried for his crew*

Bee: //Yeah, we're okay.//

Ratchet: *can /hear/ the worry in his voice* //You, on the other hand, very much are not.//

OP: //I...d-don't...don't worry about me. What's going on?// *looks at the Con when he asks, asking him as well*

Iron: //We're going to get you out of here.  Not now, unfortunately, but by tomorrow evening, if all goes well, you'll be safe and free.//

OP: *optic narrow* //Why are you helping, Decepticon? What's in it for you?//

Iron: *little smile* //I’m not actually a Decepticon.  I’m helping because I want to, because your crew love you, and I value the opinions of good mechs.  But do keep up with the glares, we are pretending to be doing something rather sick at the moment, and I know for certain Ricochet has at least two cameras in here watching you at all times, especially when you’re not alone.  It’s why I didn’t say anything before giving you the comm patch.//

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[socrowdedinhere]

Shadow: *gives Prowl a nod and will continue to cover Buzz and Bulk*
*Bee will draw some of those moving in around Zero's group, and Prowl will be able to pick off others. Zero's size, ferocity, and the way he's got hold of their diminuative boss makes him extea intimidating as he comes after the rest. Tin will verbally guide Ratchet out.*
Tin: //You're clear, Pulse. Get Prime to base. Everyone else. Pull out.//

[dragondancer5150]

Ratchet: //Roger, Runner.// *pauses /just/ briefly, setting Prime down and telling him to curl up as much as he can manage, it's about to get a bit cozy, even as he transforms and uses his magnets to lift Prime into his rear cabin…with that, he can move /much/ faster*
*The other three each acknowledge, with Prowl and Bee lingering a bit to make sure to cover for the rest even as they start backing off as well.*

[socrowdedinhere]

*Zero and Iron, along with Prowl will be the last ones out of there. They'll kill a /lot/ of Cons today. They'll make it back, Ratchet and Tin already working on OP to fix him up.*
Buzz: *if the others haven't yet, he'll move them off to clean up, partly just yo get them out of the way so they're less distraction to the medic...*

[dragondancer5150]

*Bulk and Bee don't want to leave, but Ratchet sharply /orders/ them out! With that, they'll follow Buzz, along with Prowl.*
Ratchet: *full medic mode again, working with an almost fevered focus*
OP: *has long lost consciousness by this point*

[socrowdedinhere]

Tin: *not an actual medic, but clearly knows what he's doing and will work well opposite Ratchet.*
Zero: *will come in a bit later and move off to another room with Ric.*
Iron: *If any Autobots go to follow Zero, he'll gently, but firmly, stop them.*

[dragondancer5150]

Ratchet: *instinct initially is to shoo the bot away and let him do his job, but he knows he needs the help and is prepared to instruct the other in what he needs done…and is pleasantly surprised when he doesn't have to instruct much and really just /tell/ him what needs doing*
Bulk: *frowning* What's he doin'? Why even bring that piece of slag back here?

[socrowdedinhere]

Iton: To get information from him.

[dragondancer5150]

Bulk: Huh? What kinda information?
Bee: And...how? Or... *gets a look on his face* Do we even wanna know?
Prowl: *looks at Iron, thinks about that earlier conversation* We...probably don't want to know.
Bee: *hunches a bit, kind of hugging himself as he looks the way Zero went*

[socrowdedinhere]

Iron: Information about other higher up Cons. *hesitates, looking at the three bots...* .....We do not always do thigs that good mechs would agree with.
Buzz: ....Zero would tell you he's not a good mech...maybe we're not, but we do what we feel is necessary to do good for others.