DAY 43: CAFETERIA, MORNING

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Where was Blitzwing?

Lugnut ignored the nurse's fussing over his foot, even as it howled objections to his ill treatment of it the night before, pounding through the town in search of his wingmate, reportedly helpless and injured by an attack the night before-- and not finding him, not seeing even a glimpse of his crazy triple-changing ally.

Snarling at the nurse, but restraining himself from shows of violence-- Blitzwing would mock him if he showed up drugged already, and he would be useless to Megatron like that--he made his way impatiently to the cafeteria, stopping for just long enough to post an urgent notice on the board.

Where was he?

Looming in the middle of the cafeteria, he took the tray the nurse handed him (filled with disgusting human fuel, didn't she know he didn't have time to eat, not when his wingmate was missing?) and ignored it, watching for Blitzwing, where was he?

He refused to think about what might have happened to a wheelchair-bound, drugged, incapacitated warrior, with the swarms of monsters flooding around him, clawing and biting...

[for Scourge]

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Soma was right in that. A&C wouldn't be useful to anyone if it fell apart. It needed to be kept together--it had a legacy, sorta. Helping people, and map making, and searching out unknown places. And people needed clubs. They needed a place to go to, and feel safe, and not have to worry about what to do next. Sometimes it was comforting taking orders. It meant someone else had a plan.

...Someone will have to step in, Soma had said. Senna blinked suddenly, something flitting past her eyes. That... could possibly work. "Thanks," she said suddenly, smiling in full for the first time in the conversation. "Thanks for sticking with me. You're my friend, too, Soma."

Senna leaned back, a hand moving to her mouth in thought. "I got a few people to talk to today--man, business, never thought I'd be doing that. But if nothing changes, how 'bout we go with this?" She looked at Soma, open for suggestions. "I'll step up. To hold it together. We can't let it fall, and we can't let people lose their hope or faith. And when we find someone that can do this better, I'll slip out of the limelight. We need to find a good leader, and I don't think it's me. But for awhile... Yeah. Okay. I can play the part." She grinned suddenly, a finger to her eye--a glint in them letting Soma see the easy mask Senna had slipped on. "I'm good at keeping peoples' spirits up."

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Soma nodded, returning Senna's smile with a small one of her own. It felt a little strange to be feeling happy at a time like this, when she normally associated the emotion with the thrill of victory and the cheers of her fellow soldiers. But perhaps it was all right to feel happy now, too. People could accomplish more if they kept their spirits up.

"Maybe you're right when you say you can't hold everything together for forever. I don't know. But I know you'll be able to hold it until someone else arrives, and I know the rest of us will support you for as long as that takes." Her smile widened almost imperceptibly. "If you need me to help in any way, I'll do it."