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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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"Megatron?" Rodimus' attention snaps onto her, his gaze intense. "Where?"

"She was frightened in the night and fled," says Soundwave at the same time, as he puts his hand on her shoulder and calls softly. Starscream, weary beyond reason, doesn't even stir, and his shoulders slump as the worry and sadness increase. Then he startles and his optic visor meets Auspex's optics as his probing around for Primus's mind is rewarded with a distinct poke and an increase of that presence that he had sensed upon entering the building.

"Where's Megatron?" insists Rodimus. "Come on, hello?"

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*Auspex smiles faintly, as Primus acknowledges Soundwave's mental casting about, though she's concerned for his worry. She asks Primus for guidance, seeking words to reassure the mech*

Starscream will heal. It will take time; her spark has virtually been dead, longer than she has... but life will return to it. Primus asserts that she is safe, and that she will improve; please, try to put your mind at ease. *she gives him another smile, kindly and sympathetic*

*she meets Rodimus' gaze* He and his bondmate are recharging. They-- Megatron exhausted his energy levels, in a futile attempt to physically confront Primus, inside your Cybertron, to demand Starscream's life back. *she shakes her head in amazement*

I will leave him to tell you that tale, if he will... there is too much emotion in the telling of it, that he may not wish for me to share. I'm not sure he should be disturbed as of yet; suffice it to say, he is physically tired, and emotionally drained. *she makes optic contact with Soundwave, again* I will say, that he has come to regret what he has done.

Soundwave's emotions flame up as she speaks; grief and pain, and then hope against hope. When she turns her attention and words toward Rodimus he blinks and is full of surprise and wonder. His first impulse is to try and read his former master's mind and find out what would make him do such things, but then he's distracted by the touch of Primus again. Once more he probes, trying to reach that other mind that seems just out of reach. -Primus?-

"Dead before she was?" he repeats softly, thinking of the day that he brought her back after she'd torn out her own wiring.

Rodimus, on the other hand, gives a slow burn of anger as he thinks of what an idiot Megatron is.

"Let me guess; he nearly killed himself and took Op... Oriana with him." He folds his arms and silently fumes.

*I hear Soundwave, and I am here... Auspex blinks as she again senses Primus' response to someone else's mind. Apparently, Soundwave is probing hers, looking for Primus, among her own thoughts. She gives the telepath a mental nod, giving deference to Primus' presence. Her will and her emotions are battered, her spark hiding from pain.. there will come a time when she comes out of hiding.*

*she answers Rodimus aloud* I do not think he was quite that bad off; exhausted, very much in need of energon, recharge, and rest, but not deathly. *her brow furrows, as she observes an inordinant amount of negativity* I have a feeling you are referencing another incident, however.