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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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*Auspex makes a little startled noise of pain, tightening her fingers around Skywarp's shoulder, so as not to lose her grip. Her voice is strained* All right, Starscream... please, be calm. You are safe here; this is Primus' domain, and he'll keep you. You must try to be still; there is no reason to be afraid. No one here will hurt you against your will - Primus will see to that.

Skywarp can feel what Starscream is doing - it's clearer to him than his own sensors, disturbingly. He's not going to risk making things worse by trying to agree. Any benefit his assurances might have is outweighed by the risk of reminding the free spark what he really thinks.

He withdraws as much as he can, letting the two of them get on with it ans watching without comment.

The lost spark is confused, but concentrating on what Auspex is saying. She thinks that she is calm... isn't she? The fear and pain have been a part of her for so long that they have nearly become her.

A moment of consideration, and then a very faint voice like the memory of an echo says, "I don't understand."

You are frightened, you are hurt, and you are broadcasting it, very strongly. It is affecting the mech whose body you are inhabiting, and it is affecting my senses. Concentrate... do you remember when you met me? You were not emoting so strongly then, or you contained it very well. Can you remember how you did that?

Somewhere in the back of his own mind Skywarp brightens up. He likes Auspex's priorities, and he waits for the response with anticipation.

There's a long silence as she digests this and then searches the echoing emptiness of her mind for the memories that she knows should be there.

-No.-

*Auspex is somewhat disappointed, but she nods in understanding, though it's with difficulty; it's hard to think through the haze of painful impressions* Is there anyone who has been your refuge? Someone who cared for you when you were in despair? *she sensed something that may have implied this, when Primus was speaking to Megatron. It's worth a try, anyway. That's something she's more likely to remember*

Damn. The thought slips out before he can stop it, but the priestess has another lead to follow. Maybe this one will work.

Suddenly both Auspex and Skywarp can see an image of Soundwave, sitting at his console with Buzzsaw perched on the back of his chair and Overkill standing next to him with his chin on the blue mech's knee. Some of the negative emotions fade, to be replaced with longing.

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*Auspex recognizes him* Soundwave? *she nods* You are not lost. Loved ones are beacons for free-sparks; you can always return to him, if nowhere else. He is there, whenever you wish to find him. I realize that is not the only thing you fear, and I still wish to help you, if I can... but perhaps Skywarp is not the best place to stay, in the meantime. *a slight hint of a smile appears*

Now there's an argument I can get behind. Skywarp risks broadcasting the thought (carefully stripped of mental images) of just how terrible a host he'll make.