His HUD flickers, a field of static, but noises and a voice filter in through his audio. Survival instincts have him struggling towards consciousness now, knowing he's not alone.
For the last few moments his expression had been open, lax in his unconscious state and unmarred by the scowl that seems to hold him together these days, though the lines of suffering and anger are there, mapped to his face from centuries of use. Those features come to life as he groans again, that tiny bit of peace leaving them as he grimaces from his current pains. Red optics slowly come to life, the cracked one flickering fitfully, and the moment the static from his HUD clears and resolves the individual in front of him, he lurches backwards, reaching for his weapons.
Which are very definitely not there.
It all comes back to Deadlock a little too quickly, leaving him dazed all over again, but one thing is clear: he's got no clue who this new guy is.
"--the frag are you!?" He demands, voice harsh with static, mouth and teeth flecked with dried energon as he looks wildly about, trying to access this new situation.
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For the last few moments his expression had been open, lax in his unconscious state and unmarred by the scowl that seems to hold him together these days, though the lines of suffering and anger are there, mapped to his face from centuries of use. Those features come to life as he groans again, that tiny bit of peace leaving them as he grimaces from his current pains. Red optics slowly come to life, the cracked one flickering fitfully, and the moment the static from his HUD clears and resolves the individual in front of him, he lurches backwards, reaching for his weapons.
Which are very definitely not there.
It all comes back to Deadlock a little too quickly, leaving him dazed all over again, but one thing is clear: he's got no clue who this new guy is.
"--the frag are you!?" He demands, voice harsh with static, mouth and teeth flecked with dried energon as he looks wildly about, trying to access this new situation.