It's hard to feel good about bringing Optimus back when she thinks about what they had to do to do it. Reducing him to a battered, broken mess -- and they've taken their fair share of injuries too... It tastes bitter to Arcee. More than ever, she feels like she's ill-suited to lead the Autobots in his stead. But now -- now, at least, they have him back. Almost.
Arcee knows Legion and several others were going to take down the entity responsible -- that False Dynamo. She'd have gone to help, too, if they hadn't come out of that fight so run down. Now it's just a matter of waiting -- waiting for the city's heroes, those that fight for this planet to take care of the rest. The wait is...difficult. They take shifts outside the Rod Pod, keeping watch. Rodimus and Magnus are still recovering from their considerably more serious injuries, so Arcee takes the longer shifts. Whatever's mind-controlling him is still active. They can't afford to let him free or even give him energon until he's no longer a danger -- to them and to himself. Arcee knows Optimus will understand.
When it's finally over, it's well after dark. Her abdomen still aches where his blaster fire had hit her, but it's outweighed by the little swell of hope in her spark. She feels lighter than she has in weeks -- months. It's taken a while, and it hasn't been easy...but they've found Optimus. He's worse for the wear and they're light years away from where they need to be, but this mission is almost over. Soon they'll get back to where they need to be. Optimus will resume command over the Autobots, and they'll keep on fighting.
She brings a few cubes of energon and a first aid kit when she steps into the Rod Pod. She'd tried to cauterize his wounds when they first brought him back, but she's sure some of his wounds have opened again. The inside of the ship is largely dark, lit only by the emergency lights and the glow of the consoles, but it's not a big ship. It doesn't take her long to find him huddled in the corner, as much as someone his size can huddle. Arcee feels a fresh wave of guilt eat at her when she sees him. That energon was spilled by her blaster fire. Never again.
She half-crouches in front of him, setting down the first aid kit and all but one of the energon cubes. He'd lost a lot of energon in that fight, and it didn't seem like he'd had much to begin with. He needs it. "Optimus?" she says softly, her optics bright in the dark of the room.
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Arcee knows Legion and several others were going to take down the entity responsible -- that False Dynamo. She'd have gone to help, too, if they hadn't come out of that fight so run down. Now it's just a matter of waiting -- waiting for the city's heroes, those that fight for this planet to take care of the rest. The wait is...difficult. They take shifts outside the Rod Pod, keeping watch. Rodimus and Magnus are still recovering from their considerably more serious injuries, so Arcee takes the longer shifts. Whatever's mind-controlling him is still active. They can't afford to let him free or even give him energon until he's no longer a danger -- to them and to himself. Arcee knows Optimus will understand.
When it's finally over, it's well after dark. Her abdomen still aches where his blaster fire had hit her, but it's outweighed by the little swell of hope in her spark. She feels lighter than she has in weeks -- months. It's taken a while, and it hasn't been easy...but they've found Optimus. He's worse for the wear and they're light years away from where they need to be, but this mission is almost over. Soon they'll get back to where they need to be. Optimus will resume command over the Autobots, and they'll keep on fighting.
She brings a few cubes of energon and a first aid kit when she steps into the Rod Pod. She'd tried to cauterize his wounds when they first brought him back, but she's sure some of his wounds have opened again. The inside of the ship is largely dark, lit only by the emergency lights and the glow of the consoles, but it's not a big ship. It doesn't take her long to find him huddled in the corner, as much as someone his size can huddle. Arcee feels a fresh wave of guilt eat at her when she sees him. That energon was spilled by her blaster fire. Never again.
She half-crouches in front of him, setting down the first aid kit and all but one of the energon cubes. He'd lost a lot of energon in that fight, and it didn't seem like he'd had much to begin with. He needs it. "Optimus?" she says softly, her optics bright in the dark of the room.