mayfield_rpg | o29 ★ ENGINES WILL START AGAIN

[ o1 | PHONE ]

That... woman- no, that monster scrapped Sideswipe for parts. He's barely hanging on as it is.

[ There's kind of a quiet anger beneath the surface of Jolt's voice, which is strained as it is. It's... weird for him, to say the least, but he's truly and genuinely mad, and scared as hell. He's not doing a very good job at hiding it. ]

I need help. If anyone knows what she might have done with the pieces, please, I'll do anything. I can keep him alive, but--- but I don't have the tech to repair him. Not completely. Everything here is so--- I need Cybertronian parts, not car parts.

[ There's a pause, as he considers making a separate phone call, but clearly decides not to since he continues speaking ]

Quinn, if you're still out there, I have a particular favor to ask you. I don't... even know if you can do this, but my scans just aren't as comprehensive as Ratchet's would be. Can you... maybe run some kind of diagnostic? The damage is so severe, I don't think I have the full scope of it yet.

I'm going to need all the help I can get on this one. I'm not going to let him die.

I made a promise.

[ o2 | ACTION | AROUND TOWN ]

[ Jolt can be found tromping around town, rifling through dumpsters, tearing apart parked cars for parts. He does so with very little regard for his surroundings- he's not so careless as to step on someone, mind, but he's not really paying attention beyond that.

Call it a case of tunnel vision, if you will, since he doesn't even make an effort to transform back into his vehicle mode. Enjoy your giant robot, Mayfield. ]

[ o3 | ACTION | 5718 CUNNINGHAM LANE ]

[ Jolt didn't dare move Sideswipe from the driveway where he'd first fallen. The silver body lay deathly still amongst a mess of wires and several car batteries, all connected to nearby power lines in a makeshift life-support system. Yes, he's alive. Simply in stasis.

He carefully moves around his patient, trying to repair what his miniscule tools and supplies will allow him to. It's not going well. ]

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[this guy was listening -- praying for some GOOD news over the phones, but... this catches his interest in the vast majority of horrible, weak voices.]

...Can you tell me what these parts look like?

[okay so maybe it just so happens that Mrs. Johnson dumped them on Abel's lawn when he asked her to help him locate the former Revival Machine's parts to get the mechanics here to put it back together. she trolled him hard.]

[ That catches him off-guard, and he has to think a moment. ]

Uh, alien, primarily. They're not made out of anything you'd find on Earth, even if there are bits that resemble car parts. Silver armor, sometimes with alien letters engraved into it.

Why?

[...well, that seals it.]

I think I have what you're looking for. Mrs. Johnson dumped various alien parts on my lawn after that phone call the other day-- she wanted me to believe they belonged to the destroyed Revival Machine.

If you need help moving them, I'm afraid they're... a little heavy for me to carry alone, but I do have a car?

You--- oh, All Spark. Where do you live? I'll be right there!

Ah-- um, 1648 Albright--

I'll meet you outside the garage!

[ Jolt doesn't even respond. He just heads over there as after as his alternate mode will take him.

He comes to a screeching halt at the end of the driveway, transforming with little ceremony. He looks around wildly for a moment before his optics come to rest on Abel ]

[--whoa.

Abel is where he said he'd be -- stood in front of the garage, a priest with the door to the garage open where he'd sort've managed to get SOME of the parts inside. others are too heavy to have been lifted and still scattered on the lawn.]

...Ah-- [well, that would explain... why... he couldn't figure out wtf they went to. definitely not familiar with this technology... LOOK AT YOU MAN.]

You must be--- [ He shutters his optics, blinking a couple of times ] Wow, I didn't even get your name. I'm Jolt, and I owe you big time for this.

[blink... blink okay stop being starry eyed Abel-- he starts to go and offer a hand then... realizes half-way that's a dumb idea and sheepishly rubs the back of his head with it instead laskjdg--]

F-- Father Abel! Abel Nightroad. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Jolt...! Please, don't think anything of it. [all he did was get trolled man... sob. at least it turned out to be useful!]

Nice to meet you too, Father Abel. [ Jolt would at least try to shake hands, but time is of the essence here. He pads onto the lawn with unusual care for something his size, and begins picking up pieces. ]

I can load some of these into your car, and carry the rest, if that works. We need to get them to 5718 Cunningham Lane.

Right-- right! If you can get them in there, I'll drive them-- it's no problem!

[he's jogging around to open up the trunk and the doors to the car parked in the driveway-- well, he's glad something came of this, if not what he'd hoped when he had been talking to that disgusting creature on the phone. that woman would... pay for this. :|]

I... I can't thank you enough for this. [ This likely wasn't everything- All Spark only knew what twisted experiments she had used some of Sideswipe's parts in, but these would help. With these, he could survive. That woman, though... for the very first time in his life, Jolt was considering harming a human.

Jolt begins gingerly loading things into the car, making a small pile of things for him to carry. ]

[aww alskjdf... DON'T WORRY... it'll be okay, somehow. ;( somehow...

he makes sure it's secure and not too heavy for the car to amble along, before slipping in the driver's side.]

I'll meet you there, Mr. Jolt, alright?

All right.

[ He hefts what wouldn't fit in the car into his arms, and takes off at a jog down the street.

Abel will find the driveway at 5718 Cunningham Lane occupied by Sideswipe's still form, wires everywhere, trying to keep him alive. ]

[he parks outside after tentatively driving along to make sure he didn't jostle anything-- it was a little surreal to see the poor thing all these parts belonged to. that woman had spared no one, had she?

he gets out, quietly -- small furrow at his brow. bad shape... and waits, for Jolt.]

[ Jolt isn't far behind. He pauses at the end of the driveway, casting a sad glance at Sideswipe. ]

He's in stasis right now. I should be able to bring him out of it after I finish the repairs.

[Abel gives Jolt a glance, before he's looking back at Sideswipe.]

...Is there anything I can do?

[ He sets his armful of pieces down near Sideswipe, before moving back to the car to unload it. ]

You've done more than enough already.

[hnn... he doesn't suppose his brand of technological savvy would be useful here, would it? he knows nothing about this and would probably only be a distraction.]

...Mr. Jolt, I'll get out of your hair, alright? If you need anything else, please don't hesitate to ring me up. You know where to find me, now, mm?

Yeah. I... the same goes for you. If you need anything, please give me a call.

[ He kneels, extending a finger to Abel- that handshake he didn't get earlier ]

Thanks again.

[ah-- ahaha. he gives him a smile, reaching out to grasp the end of that finger MY YOU'RE BIG and shake it politely.]

Good luck. To both of you.

Thanks. I'll let you know how it goes.

[nodding, he gives one last look to Sideswipe... ugh -- that woman had so much to answer for... before he retreats back into his car to head home.

have fun buddy ;;]

[ Thanks bro ;o; ]

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