#[sparkflower fields skyfire]

[dollofiacon]

The femme listened intently to Skyfire's recap of how he wound up as the mess she found him; her helm occasionally swiveling in unnatural rotations so she could look up at the scientist, and nod.

"Oh my... I wasn't expecting organics to live in this biome... It feels cold enough to induce cryo-stasis," Mourningstar remarked, simply fascinated by the mere fact that organisms as fragile as Earth animals actually lived in such a cold, and seemingly barren place. "Surely, there must be another chance to try and study the penguins. Maybe we'll see other fauna as well!"

Soon enough, Mourningstar managed to efficiently slurp and lap up the spilt Energon from the surrounding snowy ground until the spot looked crisp and clean.

Finally, she posed back to a regular bipedal stance to properly speak with the other bot. "Are you going to be alright, Skyfire...? The substance should hold, at least until we get you to repair station," She softly fussed, her beady optics cautiously scanning the patched up wound. "I remember seeing the scientists that were in charge of my enclosure, testing it against certain temperatures to see what conditions it took to make it either melt or break!"

“I typically enjoy this sector of Earth more than others. Unfortunately I was caught out here by some Decepticons. They shot me down and left me for dead, so I think we are safe for the time being.” He smiled pleasantly at the other.

“I study the creatures and the environment out here. They just are quite fascinating to me.” He looked around at the snowy terrain before frowning a little.

“I was attempting to land here to observe the creatures known as penguins, but it seems my crash landing scared them all off.” He blinked with wide optics as she offered energon cubes and a means to clean himself up. He hadn’t expected to be able to refuel for a while, let alone right now. But he supposed it was a reason to be grateful that the other was kind enough to share.

Skyfire gratefully took the cloth and the energon that was offered to him, nodding slightly in response to her insistence and watched with curious optics as the other’s frame shifted and contorted.

And then she began cleaning up his spilled energon, with what he assumed was her glossa.

He had to admit, this being he had found himself with was odd, but he was no stranger to odd things. As a scientist, odd things were revered. So despite his surprise, he was happy to simply clean up, refuel, and watch his newfound ally.

Skyfire began gently cleaning himself up to the best of his abilities, being careful of the hardened putty that filled the cavity of his chassis, preventing further bleed out. It would not be wise to knock it free after the other worked hard to clean up the mess he had made.

Once he found himself sufficiently clean, he cracked open an energon cube and drank deep of the lifeblood, already feeling his senses sharpen.

[dollofiacon]

It was so cold in the arctic... Mourningstar couldn't even remember how she even got there to begin with, but the moment she had seen the billowing fog whirling up from the crater, she recognized that there must have been a heat source. What she didn't expect to find was another Cybertronian, a massive injured one at that. It was a mess! Energon spilt onto the snow and ice was an especially alarming sight, and seeing how severe the injury was distracted her from the freezing cold.

"Let me help you..." She insisted gently, swiftly getting to work.

She was by no means a medic, nor did she even look remotely like one. In fact, to poor Skyfire, it may as well look like a gangly sparkless was getting ready to consume him as he lost his fuel until...

"PLAAGGHAHHGGH!!" SPLAT!

Right into the injury, her faceplate was up close to where the energon was leaking so she could spray a glob of tar-like ooze onto it. The inky black stuff smelled like the Pits, yet it didn't burn. Instead, it began to dry, coagulating into a rubbery glue that sealed up the damages where it was applied and stopping the leaks.

[dollofiacon] "You're losing a lot of energon right now." [Ill & Injured Sentences, Vol. 6] [Dealer's choice!] ((Also, hi- hope it's alright that I sent this))

[Dealer’s Choice! The Wheel of Muses has been spun!]

[You get… Skyfire!]

“You’re losing a lot of energon right now.”

The large shuttleformer laid out in the snowy terrain of the arctic. How ironic. He froze into stasis out there before, and he was going to shut down out there now.

He coughed and spluttered, energon leaking from a blast wound in his chassis, and bubbling up through his intake. His servo clasped over the torn plating, his helm to thumping onto the ground as he stared up at the gloomy sky.

“Yeah… I guess I am huh?” He said softly, his brow ridges furrowed inward. Skyfire grit his dentae and painstakingly began propping his huge frame up, despite the energon pooling around him. From the looks of things, a vital fuel line was nicked or his fuel pump was cracked. Either way, he needed help soon.

The impact of his crash from the heavens left a hideous crater in the ice and snow, the usually pristine white dirtied by the bright color of his leaking energon. He felt bad about what it might do to the surrounding environment.

[dollofiacon]

The femme smiled back at him, both spindly servos reaching out to gingerly shake his extended one.

"I'm happy that I could help," She chirped, her unblinking optics flickering once before her expression changed to one of surprise. "It's nice to meet you, Skyfire... I wasn't expecting to find a scientist all the way out here. I don't think we've met back on Cybertron either..."

"My name is Mourningstar," She introduced herself, grinning once again; though her optics dilated slightly within their hollow black sockets, almost looking up at him with an instinctive trust now that she was aware of his status. "Here, you need to refuel," Mourningstar chirped, fully attentive and still poised to assist. "I can help clean up."

Reaching into her subspace, she fished out a few Energon cubes and a clean cloth to hand to him. Not even a moment later, her lanky limbs contorted and her chassis shifted into a strange quadrupedal stance; her long neck craning her helm close to the stained snow before a long, black glossa protruded from between her lips, and began to slurp up the mess.

[dollofiacon] "You're losing a lot of energon right now." [Ill & Injured Sentences, Vol. 6] [Dealer's choice!] ((Also, hi- hope it's alright that I sent this))

[Dealer’s Choice! The Wheel of Muses has been spun!]

[You get… Skyfire!]

“You’re losing a lot of energon right now.”

The large shuttleformer laid out in the snowy terrain of the arctic. How ironic. He froze into stasis out there before, and he was going to shut down out there now.

He coughed and spluttered, energon leaking from a blast wound in his chassis, and bubbling up through his intake. His servo clasped over the torn plating, his helm to thumping onto the ground as he stared up at the gloomy sky.

“Yeah… I guess I am huh?” He said softly, his brow ridges furrowed inward. Skyfire grit his dentae and painstakingly began propping his huge frame up, despite the energon pooling around him. From the looks of things, a vital fuel line was nicked or his fuel pump was cracked. Either way, he needed help soon.

The impact of his crash from the heavens left a hideous crater in the ice and snow, the usually pristine white dirtied by the bright color of his leaking energon. He felt bad about what it might do to the surrounding environment.