Wheeljack stared hazily up at the ceiling. He kept drifting in and out of consciousness, dimly aware that he was horribly injured, despite the fact that he felt no pain whatsoever.
"Wheel... jack.." A voice moaned faintly, not too far away. Wheeljack pulled out of his trance and summoned his last shreds of strength in order to answer. "Wind.. chargrrr.." His words slurred. He turned his heavy helm -at least it felt heavy- to look at the dying minibot. Windcharger's optics were flickering, a servo lay across his chestplates, where bright blue beams of light filtered through his splayed fingers. At least five blast wounds were scattered across his midriff and chest. Autobot City shook as the Decepticons bombarded it, attempting to break through its defenses. A few chunks of ceiling fell and landed on top of them, earning a grunt from Wheeljack and a cry of agony from Windcharger. Flicking his gaze over to the mech, Wheeljack guessed that the blasts from the Seekers hadn't burned out his wire sensitivity, as they had Wheeljack's.
"Wheel.. jack.." Windcharger moaned again, this time a tone of urgency to his hoarse vocalizers. "Autobots: Still functioning.
"Corrective actions: required." Soundwave stepped in, holding his blue gun. The Comms Officer shot three quick shots into Windchargers chest. The minibots screams were abruptly cut off as his spark exploded inside his spark chamber and he offlined. Wheeljack gasped and overheated coolant tears sprung to his optics. He attempted to haul himself up but that effort was in vain. He was too wounded. Soundwave's pede slammed down onto the what remained of the engineers chest armour, slamming him back down. What was left of his wire sensitivity flared back online and Wheeljack screamed as waves of pain swirled inside him and crashed against his chassis. "Inquiry: Ready to die, Autobot?" Soundwave jammed the barrel of his gun under Wheeljack's chin plating, cracking what was left of his blast mask.
Emergency Shutdown initiated. Stasis lock. Ten astroseconds. The white mech groaned faintly. "Oh no you don't!" A voice shouted. Whoever they were, they sounded furious.
Nine, Eight A gray form barreled into Soundwave, hurling him off of Wheeljack. He caught a glimpse of a pair of red chevrons and a shoulder-mounted gun.
Seven, six The form kicked and punched The blue mech until he was forced to flee.
Five, four "Wheeljack? You there buddy?" The form crossed the wrecked room and knelt by him, pulling some of the ceiling rubble off his chassis. After completing that, he cradled Wheeljack's helm with gentle servos.
Three Wheeljack groaned, his vision fading in and out of focus, and he could feel his systems shutting down, one by one. The figure leaned closer, the worried glow of his optics lighting up the planes of his faceplates. "Don't worry," The mech was saying, "Ill get you to the medbay. First Aid will.." The words faded away.
Two Wheeljack's vision fizzed and warped, giving the mech a white helm and a pair of black chevrons. "Ratch..et?" He murmured. One