He was so tired... Still, his short rest was over. He need to repair himself as quickly as he could so that he might be able to fly out and find some kind of shelter. His odds were very slim on his own, but slim was better than offline. Just as he was straightening someone called to him. Fear gripped him and his systems were brought back to full attention... All of them. "GAAH!!" He cried as his damaged wing sparked angrily in pain, his optics losing resolution for a moment from the sudden shock to his systems before coming back into focus. There before him, was that same white and red jet. He'd been chased down it seems. He was a Cybertron resident however, that much was clear. He wasn't nice and clean like that scout that had threatened him had been. He slowly backed away from the Autobot flyer, optics narrow.<br/><br/>"D0N'T YOU COME NEAR ME!!" He screeched quickly, panic gripping him. He really wasn't in any condition to fight, but what choice did he have now? He gasped as he found himself accidentally backed into a corner, quickly bringing up his arm to point the mounted null ray gun at him. He trembled visibly in fear, but didn't fire just yet. His weapons consumed energy after all and he didn't have much to spare and would need every ounce of it if he intended to repair all the damage done to him. For now, he would only threaten the other jet with it.