R0-53: Can't be a traitor if it's not your war

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'Dear Wildlight, I made new friends and survived a dragon attack! Well it's technically a Predacon but: it was a Dragon Predacon...'

"Oh my gosh NO. That crate goes to the left!" R0-53 watched in horror as R1-CK nearly placed a crate of dark energon with the Nemesis' fuel crates. He's heard the horror stories, they were NOT repeating it!
Not even a second later he had to stop Rick from going to another wrong pile of crates. "Okay no, we can't keep doing this." They had been at it for hours now. He grabbed the mech's survos, pulling a marker from one of the bags he kept on him. He wrote "right" on Rick's right survo and "left" on the left survo. "You can read that right?" Rick nodded. "Now let's try this again."

He handed Rick an energon cube with a chuckle. He's surprised it actually worked! "Ussualy someone would yell at me more by now." Rick finally stated, hesitantly taking the cube. "For what? Being unable to tell your directions apart? It's not THAT awful, stressful maybe but it's far from an offense." Rose patted his shoulder, only to freeze as he felt a sudden flicker in his field. It wasn't a Vehicon. "Down!" He dove behind a rock, dragging Rick with him just in time to avoid a bolt that was aimed for the poor mech's head. "Autobots! Take cover!" Rose cried out in warning, alerting the few other Vehicons nearby. None of them were exactly armed with actual weapons. The Warriors that were there had left, likley slaughtered by the 'bots now that he thought about it...

To his horror though... the Autobots were the least of their worries. Something much bigger was on its way. "Forget the Autobots..." he pulled Rick to his pedes. "Run run run!" He shoved the mech forward and made sure to drag along any miners that didn't seem to get the memo, though even those picked up the pace after hearing a loud roar echo through the tunnels. Some (who had) even changed to alt-modes to try and get away faster and sadly not all of those who remained bipedal could avoid the blaster fire... and soon it became a race of life and death when all too familiar blue flames also started to chase them.

"So... how was your day?" Rose asked cheerfully from his spot on the medical berth. Knockout was currently welding his shoulder back together but paused to raise an optic ridge at the Vehicon. "Lucky for me, nothing as dreadful as yours. By the way you look dreadful and not to mention filthy!" Rose simply chuckled and shook his head, making an effort to stay as still as possible as to not disrupt the medic's work.

'I also met KO in person. I think he was a theatre kid at some point, he's got that vibe. You'd get along. He's that medic I talked about last time and yes he's very into his looks in real life as well. Very shiny... maybe I should look into getting him some polish as a thank-you-gift? He fixed my shoulder after the dragon attack (oh and there were Autobots involved in the fighting too). 

P.S. The dragon isn't that scary when it isn't trying to roast you alive.'