<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">" Disengage, I repeat disengage. You are firing on friendlies!" Pleaded Flameout, still they either did not receive his com-link or they were ignoring the 'traitor'. He sighed audibly, his scanners picking up the faint signal from below. He barely caught sight of the jet as it flew, he veered course unawares of the happenings below or that Huntron was even infiltrating the base at all. What kind of idiot would do that anyways? No one is possibly that stupid.<br/><br/>He only hoped the ship was strong enough to hold it's own against the blasts, if the pilot was smart they would've rerouted the power towards the energon shield to keep it safe until the glitched autobots within their base decided to cease fire. " I need to speak to your leader!" He once more hailed out to Fallout and Huntron, " Can you give me your status? I can patch you in with the base, I have their frequency! Maybe you guys can give some sense to them, they sure as hell are not listening to me."<br/><br/>Flamebot hovered low towards the ground, the ruins and rubble gave him optimum cover as he picked up the signal near the drop sight of the cargo hold. This was something Flameout did often, he would do rounds around the city, looking for injured or dying bots of any faction. He gained a small legend for himself, tales of a red and white jet saving the lost within the city. It was more of a ghost story and depending on who told it, the story changed greatly. It was hard work, but he still continued what he was programmed to do. Save lives and do his best, and primus he was going to do it. As the signal grew stronger, it meant he was closing in on the bot. <br/><br/>Transforming as fluidly as one could walk, Flameout shifted his right hand into the barrel of his medigun as he carefully landed. Peds walking gently along the ground shifting between cover before reaching the cargo hold and the Decepticon which sought refuge near it. "Steady, jet. I ain't gonna hurt you." He spoke softly, his other free hand gesturing for him to remain calm. He did a quick diagnostic scan of the seeker, though optics clearly gave him what was the problem. " You can't fly on that wing, don't force it to work it'll do you no good." He was speaking as gently as he could as he carefully crossed the distance between the two. A wounded decepticon was like a wounded animal, if you approuched to quickly or made a wrong move they could lash out at you.</span>