Blackout (2:08:15 AM):

Blackout (2:08:15 AM):	-...clickclick, whirl...observational systems are coming back online, though doing so at a much more sluggish and slower rate than usual, considering he is activating still under the effect of sedatives, the drug continuing to wreck havoc on his system as he forces himself awake-
Bonecrusher (2:11:03 AM):	he hears something from Blackout's berth and is up in a half-second, stumbling over to him and immediately putting a hand against his shoulder - though it's not the iron grip from earlier; just there to let him know somebody's watching him. maybe whatever happened fixed itself? it's a stupid idea, but he's grasping at anything at this point
Blackout (2:16:21 AM):	-his entire frame tenses at the touch, it bracing against the restraints and causing them to creak and bend, but they hold strong for now, keeping him immobile. he can still move his head, however, it turning towards the source of the sudden touch, the movement almost erratic and jerky-
Bonecrusher (2:18:38 AM):	he doesn't move his hand, keeping it pretty much completely still against the shoulder Calm down. Everthing's gonna be okay.
Blackout (2:24:49 AM):	-the 'pupils' of his optics contract and dim to that light orange-ish hue again, possibly to conserve power now that he's perceived a nonthreat, but it also achieves giving him an almost haunted look- ...you are wrong...-he whispers hoarsely, all his screaming from earlier having driven his vocalizer raw- It...it is not alright.
Bonecrusher (2:27:24 AM):	It isn't, but it will be. 'm usually right 'bout these things. okay, at least he isn't spazzing out this time - he shifts on his feet and slightly moves his hand, petting the shoulder in his grasp ....Talk t'me, Blackout. 's goin' on in yer processors?
Blackout (2:34:59 AM):	-the armor under the other's hand shifts awkwardly, unsure about this not-Overhaul's grip, and still muddled he tries to sit up, the straps holding him down starting to make sounds of protest at his efforts. even if he wasn't as high as kite right now he couldn't understand why this is, for he doesn't even know where he is, why he's here, who everyone was- What...
Bonecrusher (2:36:45 AM):	....he sighs, and moves to grab a chair, dragging it over to the berth and sitting down - he keeps his hands to himself this time ...Th' war's over. Been fer a couple'a months.
Blackout (2:39:10 AM):	...-frowns, his attempts at obtaining answers within himself falling short-...but did it not just begin?
Bonecrusher (2:41:44 AM):	.....Slag. sighs again, putting his face in his hands No... Slaggit, blender -- no. The war went on for a long time. Couple'a million years. ....Y'got slagged pretty hard a couple'a days ago. Hook had t'rebuild ya pretty much from th' ground up.
Blackout (2:51:06 AM):	-looks affronted at the nickname, but the information the other relieves unto him distracts him from the insult, the entire lot of it not computing. there's so many unanswered questions and black areas in that explanation. the more he tries to make sense of it the more his growing headache becomes- So...then we won? -looking unsure and to the other for clarification-
Bonecrusher (2:52:54 AM):	....More like a... truce. Peace. You're in the ARK medbay right now. Primus, Blackout... offlines his optics, ducking his head a bit, sounding a little choked when he finally speaks again .....'s easier if y'ask me questions.
Blackout (3:03:44 AM):	-his optics dilate somewhat, taking in his surroundings with a bit more apprehension than he had before. he never thought he'd see the day where he would be on the Ark but to be questioned or jailed...doesn't look like much, actually; what a disappointment. it has at least sunk in that he's missing out on some very vital knowledge, but where should he even begin? at last he just voices this- I...cannot even begin to fathom where I should start.
Bonecrusher (3:10:13 AM):	he keeps his head down, putting a hand over his face and frowning deeply I --....Th' Allspark is gone. Got slagged t'the pit an' back. Optimus Prime an' Megtron made amends, bonded, an' now we're at peace. There... was a lotta fightin', but 's all over, fer th' most part. Y'got slagged in a fight with... how can he even begin to explain Megatron's condition? Sector Seven! The Vok.* There's too much detail...* ....An enemy. doesn't add what he wants* to say: "i was worried, i thought you were gone, you were in pieces-" because none of that matters to this Blackout.* That's th' very general outline. Y'can go from there. Ask away.
Blackout (3:15:20 AM):	.................-yeah, you lost him at 'the Allspark is gone'. his expression completely drops, a look of pure disbelief and wretchedness taking hold of him at the news- Clarify - Allspark is merely lost or destroyed?
Bonecrusher (3:15:43 AM):	Destroyed. quietly
Blackout (3:19:02 AM):	-he just...sags against the berth, optics trailing to the ceiling to take in its mirroring blankness before he shutters them closed, the sedative (of all the timing) subsiding for good and making way to clear room for all the emotions he is harboring...and in some cases, lack thereof, the emptiness and cold from before seizing him full force- Impossible...
Bonecrusher (3:21:13 AM):	.....he lifts his head and looks Blackout over, before replacing his hand on his shoulder 'm sorry. -and he means that in more than one way - in a million ways, really, since he has plenty to apologize for I really am.
Blackout (3:29:23 AM):	-this time he doesn't even flinch, optics still closed as he tries to control the negative emotions wracking him, but the pain...Primus, he hurts- ...you know what happened to Overhaul...don't you? -he asks brokenly, there obviously so much more to this situation than meeting the eye for him-
Bonecrusher (3:31:38 AM):	....I --.... he makes a pained noise I do. He -.....He got killed.
Blackout (3:41:46 AM):	-he can't even hide how much that makes him ache, face twisting into pure agony as he has to clench his dentals tightly closed, barely managing to bite off his cries-
Bonecrusher (3:43:56 AM):	....Blackout.... *Primus, what is he supposed to do?! his hand tightens gently against the other's shoulder, his other hand reaching up to touch the side of the helicopter's face* 'm sorry. I can't - I dunno how t'help you....
Blackout (3:49:39 AM):	J-just...leave me be! -snaps, sounding alone and hapless and broken, body convulsing in a way that suggests he pretty much just wanted to curl up into the fetal position-
Bonecrusher (3:51:58 AM):	....I can't. If y'want t'move, if y'wanna slag me in th' face, I'll let y'up t'do it - jus'... I can't leave y'alone. his hands keep moving, trying for calming even if he knows there's no way to do that, stroking the side of his face and petting the armored shoulder I won't.
Blackout (3:54:06 AM):	Why do you care?! -tries to hiss, but it only comes out raspy and weak-
Bonecrusher (3:55:26 AM):	...I... 's a long story, Blackout, 's a really long, uninterestin' story -- jus'... I do care. Let me help you.
Blackout (3:59:22 AM):	Then end this pain...put me out of my misery. -does not wait long enough to see if he will, fully planning on doing the job for him should he choose to decline, his weapons systems engaging. Hook probably should have removed them from before, huh?-
Bonecrusher (4:01:11 AM):	.........swears silently to himself and stands, looming over the other Y'fraggin' stupid idiot. Y'pulled through this once, y'can do it again! Y'kept goin' an' got on with it an' moved on, so suck it up an' stop bein' a coward!
Blackout (4:04:54 AM):	-he manages to wrench an arm free, conveniently or inconveniently, depending on how you look at it, it happens to be a gun arm, he EMP weapon charged, the only thing Blackout paying attention to being to aim for his spark-
Bonecrusher (4:06:57 AM):	he lunges the second the other lifts his arm, scrabbling over the berth and grabbing at the arm, forcing it down agains the berth - he crouches over the other, straddling him and keeping both hands on each wrist now, hissing Don't do this t'me.
Blackout (4:15:24 AM):	-he releases a pent up, enraged scream at this, indignant at being denied this one insured chance at reprieve. his struggles continue for some time, his efforts seeming to almost double as his frame bucks and grapples to become free again...until he just...has nothing more to do but resort to shaking-
Bonecrusher (4:20:46 AM):	he holds him down until the fight leaves him a bit, lowering his head to press their foreheads together and locking optics Please, Blackout. I don't --.... lets out a choked sound, offlining his optics briefly I know yer in pain, but please, jus' hold on. Hook might fix y'so y'can remember these things. Y'came all this way - millions of years of fightin', Blackout, after he died. Y'can do it again. It'll be okay.
Blackout (4:27:09 AM):	How? -whispers, looking - actually looking - back at the other, searching for...answers? maybe something to hold onto? who knows...- Where do I even go from here...or, what if...
Bonecrusher (4:31:49 AM):	Y'just..... have to. he sighs quietly, meeting the other's optics with his own I promise you - I dunno how y'did it before, but 'm here. 'm not goin' anywhere unless y'tell me to, which y'have before an' I was reluctant then as I will be now. Jus' try. Y'have me, 'n Scorponok, 'n Megatron.... Slaggit, y'have pretty much everyone on base t'help ya. 'm not gonna let you down if I can help it.
Blackout (4:41:05 AM):	...........-it doesn't stop the pain, but it...does make it just that tiny bit more bearable. slowly, he nods once, face plates brushing lightly in the process- ...I...suppose that is...what Overhaul would want of me, in the end...
Bonecrusher (4:41:48 AM):	.......that name really shouldn't make his spark hurt as much as it does.
Bonecrusher (4:42:24 AM):	......I -- ....Maybe y'should get s'more rest. Unless y'figured out s'more questions...?
Blackout (4:50:00 AM):	-looks away, sounding as wary as he feels- No, rest does...sound preferable. I am very tired. -though he glances back, there being an occurrence he just realized and he reaches out to grasp one of the other's hands, wanting to make sure he stays to hear him out. in the process he ends up pausing, frowning at...the almost familiar feel of this position, though he cannot explain it- I...yes, actually, you...never told me your designation.
Bonecrusher (4:53:47 AM):	........another pained noise, and he reaches forward, grabbing Blackout's hand as it pauses Oh, Primus.... it's barely even a whisper, and he can hardly raise his tone higher to actually say ....'s Bonecrusher. Decepticon --.... I think y'can figure y'already knew me, 'fore all this.
Blackout (5:01:29 AM):	-he relaxes somewhat, at least comforted to know that he was in the presence of an ally and someone he must have called...friend? perhaps...though maybe something more. he's not quite sure what to make of all this, yet-
Bonecrusher (5:04:17 AM):	he shifts and moves off of the other, not letting go of his hand, and retakes his seat beside the berth, frowning ....'m gonna stay right here for ya, okay? 'm not usually this nice, but 'm givin' ya th' benefit, considerin' all the things yer goin' through.
Blackout (5:13:19 AM):	Then...thank you, Bonecrusher. -and he means every word of it and then some, the appreciation extending to the other's assistance earlier and for anything Blackout may not even realize. he shuts himself down to rest, his hand remaining in the mining vehicle's even then-
Bonecrusher (5:21:29 AM):	for his part, Bonecrusher actually follows through with his word, keeping his hand against Blackout's and staying online in that chair all night - Blackout, with or without intention, tends to do a number on his sleeping schedules, it seems.