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Post Battle Report: Gestalt Team Protectobots, Team Member: Medic, Designation: First Aid
“Please, have a seat. We won’t be long.”
“Must we do this right now? I have patients in the repair bay right now who require my attention.”
“I’m afraid we must. Post battle reports have to be compiled as quickly after combat as possible. If you’ll sit, we can begin.”
“Very well. In the future, perhaps you should consider a simple data upload. It will be faster and more efficient.”
“We tried that in the past. Our analysts have problems interpreting the data from gestalt teams. Now, your report.”
“From the beginning of the battle or when Defensor entered the fray?”
“From the beginning please.”
“We—the Protectobots, I mean—had been stationed at Crystal City for some ten cycles at the time of the attack. Just enough time for us to be passingly familiar with the city and feel comfortable enough to split up. I am uncertain of the exact locations of my brothers when the assault began, but I was in the hatchling care facility in the central tower watching a small clutch of hatchlings emerge. I had never actually seen hatchlings emerge, you see, and when I was offered the opportunity to observe the procedures involved in person, Hot Spot insisted that I go.
“I… I was only able to save one of them, when the facility was bombed. I tried, but there was so much panic and so much damage…”
“It’s all right, First Aid. Take your time.”
“With respect sir, I cannot. I have to get back to the repair bay.
“When it became obvious that the facility was a loss, I assisted in the evacuation as much as possible before Hot Spot called for us to rendezvous for the battle itself. There was at least one Decepticon combiner team on the ground at that point, Devastator I think. We didn’t face him; our main concern was keeping the Seekers from destroying the power station. As you know, we failed.”
“Yes, but you shouldn’t have. At least in theory. What happened?”
“One of them had a sonic weapon of some kind. It forced us out of our combined form and disoriented us long enough for them to drop their bombs into the power station. The resulting explosion knocked both Hot Spot and Streetwise offline and the rest of us were still too unstable to continue to fight. When the retreat was sounded, one of the shuttles diverted to pick us up.”
“That’s all? You have no other details to add?”
“No sir. Anything else I might know is somewhere in the group memory, which is difficult to access unless we’re combined. If you require additional details, I suggest questioning Defensor himself. After I have finished in the repair bay.”