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*Auspex PINpoints in, the Megatron/Oriana fusion, as well as the female Starscream's shell, in tow.

She hasn't had much practice with the teleportation devices, and finds herself in the main sanctuary, rather than a guest room, and Megatron's too heavy to move very far; she can only prop him up against the wall in one of the quiet niches scattered here and there around the room. Starscream's frame, though smaller, is no easier; Auspex does, at least, manage to tug her shell into the neighboring niche.

Deciding that's the best she can do, she hurries to retrieve an energon cube from her store, returning momentarily, to crouch beside Megatron. If she can coax him into something approaching a functional state, he may drink it. Otherwise, she'll have to find a fuel port, and poking around on an unfamiliar mech's persons is not something she's terribly fond of doing. This is assuming, of course, that he's merely low on energy, and not worse...*

*She sighs softly* Megatron? Oriana? I hope you have some reserves, somewhere...

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*she nods quietly* He is. He's learned a hard lesson about himself, and lost a warrior for it. He needs to rest, and think.

"The mech who died was his friend?" He slips into the niche and drops to a knee with a soft clank so that he can carefully lift the stranger.

*Auspex looks thoughtful, scooting a few steps to the side to give him room* Not exactly. It's complicated. She was his second, for many vorns. But his pride... *she shakes her head briefly* There is often a heavy price to pay, when one thinks he owns another, down to the spark, and owes nothing back. He found he didn't have the power he thought he did.

Bob looks down at her over his insensate burden as he straightens. "I don't understand that, but it frightens me."

*she rests a hand on his arm* It is rather frightening. And another reason why I'm glad you're here, and not... where you came from. But don't be afraid, now. He needs a berth to rest on. *with a tiny smile of encouragement, she leads the way to the back rooms*

The purple Seeker follows her, his processor worrying at her words till he thinks he finds understanding.

"Someone owned me?" he asks as he gently lowers Megatron to the berth in the room that she indicates. Then he startles and skitters back as the grey mech groans faintly.

*she glances at him, optics dimming a bit* I don't know what Starscream's attitude was, toward his clones. Considering what he put you through, I doubt he really felt he owed you anything. He could at least have spared you the extremely skewed programming, I'd think.

*she returns her gaze to Megatron for a moment, before addressing Bob again, tone reassuring* You don't have to stay, if he frightens you. I do have to see to him, though.

*She approaches the berth* Megatron? Can you wake enough, to drink some energon?

Bob nods, his optics wide and frightened as he slips out of the room. But then he immediately peeks inside again.

"Nnnn." The grey mech's optics flicker weary blue. "Wha... what?"

Oriana. *she's relieved to hear from one of them, at least* You are in my sanctuary. Megatron collapsed from what seems to be energy depletion: I could sense his exhaustion. You need fuel.