[Semi-closed/open] Don't attack the level boss alone, it's a bad idea.

[herald_ramjet]

WHO: Ramjet, Vector Prime, anyone else though the Vector/Ramjet fight is closed.
WHERE: A bit outside Haven, a hill has taken on a decidedly odd look look he can't just sit around in the Badlands and enhancing it, it gets boring.
WHEN: Pretty much now.
WHAT: Vector is stupid, Ramjet whups some ass. Anyone else who wants to meet a thirty-foot tall, melty, evil jet?
WARNINGS: Violence, naturally.

The Badlands were all well and good, but that was established territory, and thus not very interesting. So Ramjet had found a tunnel-riddled hill (which he wasn't entering) and set about judiciously spending his time there.

It was starting to look a bit... wrong. Nevermind the area around the hill, which had strange holes and tears which didn't look so much "attacked" as just... lacking. He didn't really need to do that, but atmosphere was important after all.

Technically, Ramjet didn't even need to do much yet, as his mere presence was disturbing the reality around him, but he was getting bored, even if he could be patient.

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[sword_redemption]

Drift saw Blurr race ahead of him, and skewed off to one side, slamming on his brakes. Yeah, what was he thinking? He wasn't a medic. He wasn't a jet. He couldn't get there in time to do anything useful.

::Worry about that later, Wing. Right now, you and Blurr can help him.:: And he can try, at least, to track Ramjet.

[winged_knight]

A wave of...something--cold and biting, that seems to leave a dark pall in its wake--moves over him when Ramjet makes eye contact with him. He's stunned for several moments as the herald of chaos flies away.

::I'll do what I can Drift.:: He's not a medic either, but he has to try. ::What about you? what's your ETA?::

Wing would shake himself to get rid of the creepy feeling clinging to his circuits if he weren't already in the air, but as it is his frame twitches. Once the danger has passed he spirals down to the ground, surprised to see Blurr there already, (though he supposes he shouldn't be). The damage to Vector's frame is...extensive, and of a form he's never seen before. He's not certain how much his first aid field triage knowledge will help.

Wing casts the bluebot a significant look of worry before moving alongside Vector's shoulder and helm. "Vector, sir..." He looks down into those optics, a gentle hand touching the helm's crest, letting his field echo his words of concern and comfort.

[raceme]

The sudden sound of an engine startled the blue mech and he moved in front of Vector protectively. He relaxed quickly when he noticed the familiar face in front of him. "He's leaking a lot I'm TRYING to find the main wound but there are too many."

[winged_knight]

It was true, Vector was in a bad way. They needed to move quickly. Thankfully his martial echniques required anatomy knowledge, though usually he used such knowledge to incapacitate mech, not save them. He's not certain if the Firstforged's shares similar anatomy, but it was a place to start.

He nods to Blurr then looks over the large frame. "Focus near the chassis unless there's large energon loss near the limbs. Defer to wounds where the fuel is warmest, that might indicate a fast flowing leak or a main line."

He has to be thankful for his days saving refugees during the early war too, and the fact that he'd opted not to delete the field triage knowledge even while safe in Cyrstal City.