Cybertron's Outcasts; The Crash Landing

Chapter Three- A Starting Point

Beelzebub had put together a plan. She was going to search the amount of the ship she could reach to officially discern who was where; mainly trying to find Gearend. Beelzebub walked into the room on the right side of the hall, making sure she didn't slip.

The rec room, there really wasn't anything useful in there. Only a few now broken data pads that they had collected throughout their adventures, a few weights, and Hawthorn's old picture collection. Beelzebub didn't waste much time looking around for discarded energon cubes, but found none. The only ones she found were overturned and empty.

Beelzebub then checked the room to the left, which was the room Gearend and Harvenger shared. The ship was quite small, so they needed to share their rooms. Besides Raptore, who had his own room because he was the one who stole the ship for them in the first place.

Hawthorn and Beelzebub's room was on the opposite side of the med-bay, and so was Raptore's. Beelzebub sighed, if Hawthorn had made it through this, she would be quite upset. There were many things in their room that Hawthorn held to great value, and if any of them were lost...

Harvenger and Gearend's personal belongings were strewn about thanks to the force of the crash, but there wasn't anything useful to Beelzebub on her own in there. Maybe the collection of blades that were now all over the place would help her later. This would be the only time she approved of the many sharp objects.

She then trudged, with great difficulty, to the storage bay in the back of the ship. Most of the things they had intended to trade with Toxin for energon had spilled out of their crates, though there wasn't anything that Beelzebub could use. There was just old armor, trinkets that they had collected at random, and aging hand held weapons that belonged to Gearend.

She passed by the ruined containers, moving as fast as she could manage towards the weapons control module. The controls in there were quite broken, but Beelzebub didn't care about the shattered controls, she cared about the bot that had been in the turret seat when the ship crashed.

What originally attracted her attention to the dome was the dripping sound coming from it. Beelzebub looked to the ground and saw that there was a puddle of aging energon on the floor, which meant two things.

One, Harvenger was still partially up there. Two, he was injured in some way. Beelzebub climbed up the ladder to see that Harvenger was still entirely there; He wasn't missing any limbs. But he was hurt.

The glass that protected the turret seat and controls had shattered, leaving cuts all over Harvenger's frame and glass littering the small space. There was a bigger shard stuck in Harvenger shoulder plating, though energon had already clotted around the shard, it was still bleeding.

Harvenger was still strapped into the seat, meaning that not as much harm could have come to his unconscious body in the time it took Beelzebub to get up there.

His arms hung limply at his sides and his head had lulled backwards, his mouth partially open. It looked as if he was looking at the roof of the cave in bewilderment. Beelzebub sighed from her place at the top of the ladder. She firmly set her pedes on the top rung and pulled a small knife that she had taken from Gearend's room out of her subspace and cut the straps that help Harvenger in place.

Harvenger tilted forward slightly, which worked in Beelzebub's favor. She picked him up by the waist and hoisted him over her shoulder, making sure to be careful of his wounded arm.  She then skillfully climbed down the ladder.

When she reached the bottom, placed Harvenger gently on the ground, looping his arm over her shoulder. Beelzebub decided to drag Harvenger to his berthroom and placed him gently on his berth.

"There ya' go," Beelzebub mumbled to herself, "Good to see you didn't die..."

It was truly a big weight taken off her shoulders, if she was the only one to have survived this, she would have thrown herself into the murky depths of this cave. Harvenger's death also would have hurt everyone!

When Harvenger was placed down on the berth, it was easier to look at his injuries. His frame was covered with small cuts, which were easier enough to repair. But it was the injury on his shoulder that worried her most. It looked like it had healed around the glass shard, which was going to make it harder to remove.

Beelzebub left him there to rest while she went back to the storage room to look for a medical kit, which she probably wouldn't find. Most of the medical equipment was kept in the medical bay where it belonged, mainly to keep Gearend from stealing Beelzebub's scalpels.

It was locked in a cabinet with a code lock that no one else knew. It kept them from stealing supplies that they didn't need.

She rummaged through the shattered crates of goods in search of something that would actually help, but found very little. Beelzebub only found a laser scalpel, a few patches and a crate of half spilled energon cubes.

Beelzebub sighed, she would have to go underwater to get the rest of the things that she needed.  She instead decided to do what she could while she could do it, there was a possibility that she could get hurt while searching for things to help her teammates.

She returned to the berthroom and knelt down next to Harvenger, examining his arm further. This was not going to be easy, there was a good amount of infection in the wound already. Beelzebub took the scalpel to it, cutting away at the rusting metal with precision.

Energon flowed from the wound, but she would take care of that when she was done. Beelzebub's next issue was the glass; It would be quite difficult to remove, if she moved it any more, Harvenger would lose his arm. She needed to remove it carefully.

She used only the tips of her digits to remove it; she lost her pliers in the crash. The glass made a gross shlink noise when she tried to remove it. Beelzebub moved ever so slowly, worried that the glass would crack or it would damage Harvenger's nerve wiring.

The tip of the glass shard was caked in congealed energon and broken wiring. Beelzebub placed it on the floor with a sigh of relief, but a grimace on her face. Beelzebub cut away the rest of rust and infection and patched it up. Her right hand formed into a welder and she secured the patch on Harvenger's arm, hoping that this would help the injury. But at this point all he could do was hope.

Beelzebub took the piece of broken glass that she pulled out of Harvenger's wound and walked back to the turret station. She proceeded to throw it out of the ship, causing it to break. Beelzebub hoped to Primus that Harvenger wouldn't see it.