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Nor had he anticipated exactly much it would HURT.

The monitor’s ever-increasing beeps were covered by an agonised shriek from Brainstorm, spinal struts arching to near-painful levels as he rose from the med- berth, dragging a servo across his chassis to pry open the overheating chamber -- tearing at armour plating when he found he had lost control of the unlocking mechanism. Between the ragged vents dragging through his systems and the excruciating pain that turned his limbs to lead, it was a miracle nothing else had shorted out.

Scratch that -- there went his voxcoder. Static erupted from the slack jaw, cutting off the shrieks with a rapid crackle-POP! of overtaxed systems -- oh, and how it HURT! If there were ever a feeling to compare to the metaphorical flames eating away at his insides, he could only hope he didn’t live long enough to experience it all over again. Just as with his escapade through time, once was all he needed.

The engineer’s frame fell back to the berth with all the grace of a ragdoll tossed unceremoniously to the side, vents opened to the max capacity to cool himself down -- as if it would do much good. As soon as Brainstorm’s helm hit the berth with a muffled thump, the pain drew his body rigid once more. His frame hissed, expelling the heat as best it could in such strain. Loose chest plating rattled in time with his spark casing contracting around the glowing orb until the pressure mounted to excruciating measures. All Brainstorm could do was lie there and gasp, optics flickering with the added strain to keep online -- his last sight would not be the ceiling.

With just as little warning that the short-lived tide had given him, it ended just as unannounced -- though, Brainstorm had predicted one last thing incorrect.

Should the jet have been alive to be disappointed, his death was nothing to be excited about.

oh boy not crying ‘cos you’re about to kill off a year-long muse is a lot harder than it looks folks

it’s officially an hour and thirty minutes past the initial deadline. I’m making the final goodbye post after this one before I move to the new blog

“..Not exactly. Nothing as explosive as Tailgate’s latest panicattack for sure -- my spark casing will collapse in on itself andbriefly explode, yeah. I’m going out with a bit of a bang.”

“Yeah,

poses

I’ve made a few adjustments

instead of brainstorm going kaputt at 9pm ( fifteen minutes from now ), I’ll be pushing the time back to 9:30 -- that’s an extra thirty minutes for everyone to get angsty as hell!

reminder that THE BLOG MOVES TOMORROW AT 9PM and I’ll be at work for pretty much the whole day

“No, you would laugh and then tell everyone within a 20 mile radius about it. Then I would have to take you apart piece by piece and hide the evidence as I flee the city to live the rest of my days as a hermit for my sexual preferences.”