Beeps and Buzzes

🌍 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 12 ✓

　　　　

Hovering underneath a humongous abomination of evil had worked well. To a point. Possibly bored of stomping around a barren pit of nothingness, Devastator meandered towards the sheer cliff face intending on scaling up it

That point onwards, no longer able to stay beneath the wretched thing, you all weaved about it's legs in a desperate bid to avoid becoming gunk on its pedes.

Things just escalated, seconds after you uttered "things can't get worse"

From nowhere, a helicopter careened down from the heavens wearing a fine coat of fire. More likely or not shot down, or caught in the crossfire, or a product if a faulty engine. You didn't know; it was unrelated to what was going on, yet wound up being another problem on an already full plate.

Rushing over tend to the situation, Simmons repeating"you okay, soldier!"  multiple times, barking orders to those who remained conscious "let's help you out soldier! Clear the bird!"

"-- stay still, stay still!" Leo examined the guy, who fared pretty well in spite of circumstances. The pilot was incredibly lucky to have survived such a crash.

Simmons rummaged around, sighing in frustrating, wild gaze locking onto a concussed soldier "you got a radio?"

Turns out, yes they did. Still working too!

Once assisting men out of the wreckage, reassured that they were all alive, Simmons clamped a hand upon Leo's shoulder. Facing you two, expression stoic "Listen, Leo, [y/n], it's been nice knowing you both. Remember what I did for this country. This is my moment"

Guy lead quite a life, huh.

Leo stared, gobsmacked "your crazy!"

Instead of offering a witty or snide comment, you settled on making the most of a bad situation instead. Despite the insurmountable pain tearing through your dominant arm, managing to remain civil "C'mon, man, let's get these guys outta here -- help them up! "

Attention turning to the twins, who had been mindlessly watching Devastator lumber itself towards the pyramid. It tore off whole chunks every single time it's sinister talons dug into the sandstone, destroying an oh so precious national treasure.

Not your jurisdiction right now.

Rather, your focus was solely on getting the injured (you included) to someplace safe and less of a battleground. That meant calling upon the aid of two Autobots, known for being a tad unreliable but having spirit regardless "Skidz, Mudz! Help us out!"

Good morals overrode Leo's previous fears; credit where it's due, the guy was certainly no slouch when it came to saving lives. Dragging each body further away from the burning wreckage as you dutifully kept them all awake.

With this busted arm, what else could you realistically do?

Pretty sure you were suffering from blood loss. Expecting a terrible infection later on as well - yet that's tomorrow's problem, should the world be saved.

That said, the twins thundered over only too eager to help.

Mudflap gestured to you "Yo! Awesome, I get a nickname" as his twin cuffed him as a snide comment accompanied the bullying "your nicknames stupid ass, stupid ass!"

In spite of this, it wasn't a good time to bicker. You called out, again, corralling them into transforming. Impressing the increasing urgency of the combined situations, figuring it was best to be direct. Both obliged without having to be told twice, an impressive sight.