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Megatron dropped his sword and fell to one knee, tired and worn. Optimus and Ratchet caught up and were keeping their distance before Megatron looked up and nodded. "He's okay now." Jack appeared on Megatron's shoulder. He was dawning a suit, similar to a diving suit, sporting Megatron's old colors of gunmetal grey and red.
"Jack! What happened?" Optimus slowly approached Megatron to get a view of his appearance.
Megatron's old spiky shoulders were now smoothed down to a more round and natural look. Most of Megatron was a dark grey with purple and gold accents, a scar-like emblem along his right shoulder. A black scarf around his neck was going down the back of his knees, and the middle of his chest in the front. Another cloth on the front and back of his waist was going down to his feet. Heavy armor around his shins and back, hiding thrusters. Most of the gashes did not heal and a hole in his helmet, exposing his eye.
"Optimus, Predaking came after us, and I connected with Megatron, we synced and defended ourselves." Jack spoke, now leaning against Megatron's head, both body and mind a strained.
"Predaking? The predacon that went after you and Megatron?" Jack nodded. "We need to get you both back to base to recover," Ratchet spoke up after a moment of silence. Ratchet moves to pick up Jack, and Optimus goes to carry Megatron through the ground bridge.
Optimus moved Megatron to the med bay, and Jack was moved to a stretcher on the catwalk over by June.
Megatron was hesitant at first to trust Ratchet; but soft, southing emotions sent from Jack. Jack had blacked out from the stress on his mind. Megatron followed soon after.
Jack was taken to the hospital.