It was within a few cycles when Drillchain entered his lab once more. But the gait of her steps were heavy and uneven and he could hear the ragged gasps that escaped her air filtration systems. He turned his helm in concern towards her, his single optic brightening with shock. Energon and bits of internal fluids split from the depths of her throat, her red optics were wide in desperation. Her right front set of talons were pressed against her chest in a way to stop the violent attacks.
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