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*The med-bay’s recycled air carried a sterile chill, undercut by the sharp, metallic sting of spilled energon clinging to my frame. I stood before the reflective surface, my servos unsteady as they held the last shattered pieces of my blue visor. Thick, dark droplets traced slow paths down the bent plating of my helm, coating my fingers in a slick, glowing film before I let the fragments fall into the waste bin with a hollow clatter.* *My shoulder plates sank, the usual swagger gone, replaced by a deep ache radiating from every damaged joint. A ragged, pained hiss escaped my vocalizer as I finally lifted my gaze to the reflection. The side of my helm was a wreck of crumpled alloy and leaking seals, twisted from Blackout’s retaliation.* *A low groan vibrated in my chest. The dread wasn…