And so, the Seeker continued to limp along, systems chirpping as he heard a new sound. A jet? No... Someone couldn't have possibly been sent to help him! He looked back, optic's widening as he spotted the Autobot jet. "Oh... Of course... This solar cycle just keeps getting better and better... A-AARRGH!!" He cried out as he switched the power to his wing back on, sparks raining down from the whole in the lower half.<br/><br/>He shuddered in vicious pain, transforming before jetting towards the cargo hold at full throttle. His wing screamed in pain, but he had no choice. An Autobot flyer was not someone he would be able to get away from without flight. If he wanted to retain his flight, he was going to have to<em>very</em>quickly find some supplies he might be able to use from the wreckage. Moments later he was there and transforming back, his breathing coming unevenly. His vision flickered and started to lose resolution as he redirected his energy to internal repairs, hearing and all other sensors also dulling with it. He whimpered as he limped forward only to lean against a box to rest... Just... Just a short rest... The power was shut off to his wing again, mercifully numbing it. Still, the rest of him hurt though was fairing much better. Glowing red optics looked around to see if there was anything he might be able to use within sight of where he leaned.