Wrong Order

Darkness. Oh darkness. Won't thou come take thy spark. Tear it from thy frame and end the internal suffering. Take thy optic and banish beauty. Take thy voice, to silence the screams.

Sheka. Torture. And a cross is all she knew. Been tied to one constantly as others were tied out on statues in public. She was their prize. Their... fun. Some of the ones outside were killed just for fun.
Alasia. Lived in the shame of being torn open outside for the public to see. Any pride once had? Was gone. Stripped away at each torn open wound.
Decka. Fighting. Fighting to stay off the painful cross and away from the torture. She cried constantly. But not in pain. No. From her own rage. Being so easy to find and overcome and back to the cross she went.

It wasn't until the D.J.D. themselves came in and found a mech they were hunting. Here is when Tarn, Helix, and Tesarus found their mates. Helix was quick and gentle to remove Alasia from her cross and bandage her torn open neck. Tesarus was quick, and little rough on covering Deckas open optic. Sheka? To Tarn, it was worse than the others. Chassis torn wide open, and spark as bright as he's ever seen a spark. It was concerning how she had stayed alive through it all. But it was the toughness in her, and the upmost willpower in her optics that pulled him closer to her. Being as gentle, cautious, and gentle as possible the three mechs took the wounded femmes to Nickel. Navy and Darklord were in such surprise at the state of the others. They were quick to be tended to. Nickel on Sheka, Darklord on Alasia, and Navy on Decka. Everyone was most worried for Sheka, her wounds being far greater than any had ever seen. The three were in for a long recovery, would the mechs who saved them, also take on the act of helping them recover? Maybe so, maybe also they'd fall for the brutality wounded femmes. The urge to protect and defend them were overpowering.