Escaping Reality

Chapter Twenty-Four: Med Bay

Titaniumwrench had known that the rescue mission would take a while. Not only was the warship huge, but it was monitored greatly. If they wanted to keep up their stealth, they had to be careful and cautious, and that would slow them down. But that didn't make Titaniumwrench any less bored. That didn't make her any less restless. Logically, they weren't caught yet. No alarms had gone off. But... what if they were? Man this was an issue, and it wasn't helping that all she could do was sit and wait.

         "Kat to Titanium." Her com link suddenly crackled to life, the Quotevian jolting as she quickly put a hand to her ear. "We're on Bee's trail. Should have him out in a jiffy! Over!"

         "Uh, actually-" Titaniumwrench paused, clearing her throat as she took a moment to form her sentence. "I want to investigate the med bay... While I wait. It... shouldn't be far from here. Okay?"

         A pause, presumably because of some discussion happening between Katrina and Smokescreen, but eventually, the com link did crackle back to life once again. "Smokey and I think that'd be fine! Just make sure you don't get caught. Katrina out!"

         Okay. She had permission. That was good. Now Titaniumwrench could actually make herself useful.

         Seizing the opportunity, the Quotevian took a deep breath and headed into the halls. The med bay. Yes. It had to be close. If groundbridges were stationed here, then a lot of things had to be close. This much she did find to be true, at least in a way. Sneaking around in her holoform took more time to do, and the rooms she first checked made sense in terms of location but just weren't what she was looking for. Eventually, it got to a point where she decided to take a risk. And so, Titaniumwrench switched off her holoform and shut her optics.

         Her character's backstory had been reworked time and time again, much like some of the other Quotevians and their characters. Perhaps that was why her memory issues weren't as bad. Was the universe trying to figure out which version to implement into the story? Truly she hoped it would find a good version, and that it would fail. They needed to go home after all, even if this was, in a way, the dream. But, while it was important to hold onto old memories, it was necessary to tap into these new ones. And so, Titaniumwrench reached into her subconscious and began to walk, trying to see if she could dig anything up from past backstories where the femme roamed the Decepticon warship.

         The process... She didn't know if the process even helped unfortunately. While she didn't run into any walls or anything, the femme was also constantly opening her optics to make sure no one was around. But being in her Cybertronian form seemed to help at least a little bit. These halls looked familiar, even felt familiar too, like she'd walked through them so long ago. These memories were in a fog, a scrambled one that was trying to reach out, replace the old memories with these supposedly new ones. Better ones. But Titaniumwrench pushed them back, trying to tap into only the ones she needed. 'My name is Briel. I'm a human from another dimension. My best friend's name is Zora, and she's counting on me.'

         Soon enough, Titaniumwrench stumbled across a familiar set of doors, doors that she had seen many times from both her own optics and the show itself. She was at the med bay, after taking too much time to find it. Finally, she could begin her investigation.

         Switching on her holoform, Titaniumwrench stepped off to the side, wondering if it would even be a good idea to enter. Surely someone was inside, especially if Starjinx was there, right? And sure enough, her thoughts were correct, for the doors slid open as Knockout calmly took his exit. Good. He seemed relaxed, like nothing was wrong at all on the warship. That meant the group still hadn't gotten caught, and him opening the door for her practically allowed her to dive inside without an issue.