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**Rusti took a couple of deep breaths and decided to venture forward. She was bound to run into someone. {{Emergency . . . emergency lights . . . Rusti.}}
Prime's voice came so soft, she nearly did not Hear him. Rusti's heart broke. It seemed Optimus was not aware Fort Max had lost power entirely. Otherwise, Max would have already seen to it emergency power was on.
"It's all gone, Optimus. All out. I don't know why." Optimus remained quiet for a long moment. He was awfully tired. If only Rodimus were here!
{{To the right, Russss-ti,}} he weakly suggested.
"Right of what, Optimus?" {{Right. Panel . . . triangle.}} She wrinkled her brows, perplexed. Rusti silently repeated his words then realized what he was saying. She kissed him again and crawled right. Oh Primus! Five steps, seven, nine-there. She hit the steadfast wall and fumbled for a triangular panel. No, not here. No, not this way. Come on! Where was it?! A headache touched her head and shortened her patience and temper. Nope, not here, either. Damn thing! Where? She stood and probed, finding herself traveling further and further down. She stopped and retraced her steps, fearful of drifting too far from Optimus. Her fingers crossed a diagonal line, stretching almost too high for her to reach. Transformer- sized panels in a Transformer-sized world . . . she traced it until it ended abruptly and slanted down -this had to be it. She pressed it with all her weight and emergency red lighting shot on. The girl about yelped in excitement. She ran back to Prime and hugged him. "We're going to be okay!" She sought his expression for signs of relief, but Prime's optics only dimmed. He was hurting. Rusti tried to comfort him with another measly hug but her action was little more than an ant trying to embrace a mountain. "Optimus, there has to be somebody here who can help you. I have to find them-I think all communications are out; I'm not hearing anything at all." He did not respond. Her heart ached. Leaving him was the last thing she wanted to do. But the girl forced herself anyway, returning once to give him a final hug. Rusti crept along the long foreboding hallway, hugging the wall. Her hands were as stiff and cold as the metal around her. She glanced once again toward Prime's huddled shape. The lighting cast a sorrowful red glow about his body, as though his metal skin were bathed in blood. She shuddered and pressed onward.**

~Exerpt from T L Arens'
Devils Dance

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Done for my Best Bud and her Awsome Fanfics!

**Rusti took a couple of deep breaths and decided to venture forward. She was bound to run into someone. {{Emergency . . . emergency lights . . . Rusti.}}
Prime's voice came so soft, she nearly did not Hear him. Rusti's heart broke. It seemed Optimus was not aware Fort Max had lost power entirely. Otherwise, Max would have already seen to it emergency power was on.
"It's all gone, Optimus. All out. I don't know why." Optimus remained quiet for a long moment. He was awfully tired. If only Rodimus were here!
{{To the right, Russss-ti,}} he weakly suggested.
"Right of what, Optimus?" {{Right. Panel . . . triangle.}} She wrinkled her brows, perplexed. Rusti silently repeated his words then realized what he was saying. She kissed him again and crawled right. Oh Primus! Five steps, seven, nine-there. She hit the steadfast wall and fumbled for a triangular panel. No, not here. No, not this way. Come on! Where was it?! A headache touched her head and shortened her patience and temper. Nope, not here, either. Damn thing! Where? She stood and probed, finding herself traveling further and further down. She stopped and retraced her steps, fearful of drifting too far from Optimus. Her fingers crossed a diagonal line, stretching almost too high for her to reach. Transformer- sized panels in a Transformer-sized world . . . she traced it until it ended abruptly and slanted down -this had to be it. She pressed it with all her weight and emergency red lighting shot on. The girl about yelped in excitement. She ran back to Prime and hugged him. "We're going to be okay!" She sought his expression for signs of relief, but Prime's optics only dimmed. He was hurting. Rusti tried to comfort him with another measly hug but her action was little more than an ant trying to embrace a mountain. "Optimus, there has to be somebody here who can help you. I have to find them-I think all communications are out; I'm not hearing anything at all." He did not respond. Her heart ached. Leaving him was the last thing she wanted to do. But the girl forced herself anyway, returning once to give him a final hug. Rusti crept along the long foreboding hallway, hugging the wall. Her hands were as stiff and cold as the metal around her. She glanced once again toward Prime's huddled shape. The lighting cast a sorrowful red glow about his body, as though his metal skin were bathed in blood. She shuddered and pressed onward.**

~Exerpt from T L Arens'
Devils Dance

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