thisavrou_log | I want it all and I want it right now

Who:The idiot robots brigade of the Moira and their rescuers.
When: During the kidnapping adventure
Where:One very large compound owned by a very rich jerk.
What: So it turns out, this guy likes Robots. ~~And so it was easier to do their drama like this than try and make a mess all over the event log.~~
Warnings:Same as the event log. Talks of all sorts of things like murder, forced captivity, sex things, really really bad attempts at understanding organic sexual practices. All sorts of things.

To no one's great surprise, the Cybertronian's ended up in trouble. One very particular buyer, a one Mr. Yaj O'nel, saw the collective on the markets and snatched them all up one after another until both Decepticons and Autobots were housed under his roof with various other mechanisms and slaves.

He was the sort to have all sorts of transports in his garages and so the possibility of living ones was obviously....quiet attractive. Mostly to deal with their very large sizes, they were shoved into a similar area, and they were all forced to deal with each other, much to the distain of all involved, though they were all much less fond of their captor and his various helpers, for once having something of a common enemy.

Due to his particular likes and dislikes, both flyers had been assigned to other tasks, one to sport and one to basic labor while the two grounders and the boat were assigned to more questionable pursuits. Of course, they were quite confused about the nature of such things because organics are gross and do gross things and really all of their knowledge came from a strange mash up of nature documentaries and twentieth century daytime TV, neither being particularly effective at explaining.

Eventually, at least, someone was probably going to be able to follow the lead to where the bots were to come and get them, but until then...Well.

They're just going to have to wait it out.

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[ As a contrast, Rodimus is looking quite shiny. Then again three of them were kept quite clean and glistening, but the hod rod was sporting a shiny new gloss that would have been blinding if his biolights had enough energy to glow at full capacity.

He doesn't even try saying anything to Whirl when he's tossed back in though, content to lay on the floor in misery until the copter breaks the silence himself. He pushes himself up, irritable about being disturbed, then grunts. ]

You want me to try?

[The irritating part is that he literally cannot get a grip on it. There is no way to get around his cockpit to catch it with a claw, and short of running into walls he doesn't have an answer and he's pretty sure that no matter what he does it's going to continue hurting he just wants it to stop being such an immediate hurt. They get ripped off all the time. It's nothing. Bent like this be can't stop thinking about it and it's the literal worst. Whirl gives Rodimus a look that probably could kill some lesser life forms but isn't particularly intimidating when Whirl just seems ready to tear off his own wing to stop the feedback.]

Fix it. Fix it. Fix it. Rip it off, bend it back. Don't care.

[But Whirl actually does move closer which is as much of a please as the Captain is going to get any time soon.]

[ Rodimus isn't exactly an expert on fixing wings, but every Autobot knows a thing or two about helping a brother out in the battlefield. Wounds were far more common than medics and all, and desperate times usually meant self care or just asking someone else to push your jaw back in place.

Eventually, he drags himself to his feet and hobbles the rest of the way over to the flailing copter. ]

Looks pretty busted. You fall on it weird? [ Well, if he pulls it off Whirl probably won't be able to fly. He plants one pronged foot on Whirl's back as he gets a grip on it. ]

You try flying out of here yet?

Organic bent it. Put some new holes in him but they gave the fleshbag a headstart. He used it to do this. [He gestures vaguely backwards.] Fragger was huge. He had a tail. He was missing a lot of parts before he went down, like you could see the parts holding him up. Guck leaking everywhere.

[ Whirl proceeds to continue to disgustingly describe this mess until Rodimus actually puts his hands on it and gets a good grip, in response Whirl makes a garbled noise and glares over his shoulder as best he can. ]

You bet your aft I tried to fly out. And then they shocked me. A lot. Turns out, they have 'precautions for fliers'. [Whirl is not good at air quotes. Whirl still does attempt air quotes.] Guess they had someone make it out the roof before and now it's ruined for the rest of us.

Ew.

[ Gross. Why are organics filled with so many gross bits? He supposes he should feel bad that someone who was likely another slave saw a very gruesome end, but Rodimus was quickly growing vacant of fucks except for their own situation. ]

Figures. The slaver found my fire too, so that's out.

[ And that's all he says before he tries bending the wing back in place, no warning. ]

They keep turning my guns off somehow. I'm pretty sure if I tried to fire in here I'd frag my internals, just blast them out my ba-

[Whirl is interrupted by his wing being yanked back into place, and Whirl makes a sound that is probably...very unpleasant to anyone listening but also didn't exactly feel great coming out so deal. It mostly sounds like someone attempted to murder a trash compactor. ]

-Yoooou are the worst kind of person.

[Whirl hunches up like a very aggressive animal willing to strike and gives Rodimus a look over his shoulder that somehow manages to be quite murderous without there being much of an expression to go off of.]

[ Rodimus crouches down and looks over at the wing, checking to see if there's any shrapnel caught in it where he wrenched it back into place. ]

Hey, the pain is usually not as bad if you're not tensed up. You didn't need that warning, tough guy.

[He makes a very obnoxious sort of whining sound that really doesn't help his 'no known weaknesses' case but come on if your wing was very literally bent in half you'd be doing exactly the same.]

Did you at least bend it right?

[Whirl cycles his optic on and off again because that made his tanks roll. Frag.]

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