Prowl was barely outside the Benevolent when Prime's message came through. **You're coming in loud and clear Commander, over** he replied as he transformed to jet mode and started circling the crashed shuttle.
As the ship began falling Roadbuster was in the armory loading up on ammunition for the approaching battle when the ship began to fall. Everything in the room began sliding only to crash into the far wall, a few heavy crates of ammuntion slammed into him knocking him against the wall, causing him to be disorientated for a moment. He got up shaking his head to hear Smokescreen‘s voice.
"Nngh! Roadbuster are you in there? Are you injured? Speak to me buddy!"
Roadbuster got up slowly and walked to the hatch and tried to help Smokescreen pry it open,
“Yeah I hear you lets get me outta here so I can we can go and help the others. Remind me after this to check Sunstreaker's license.” He said as he rubbed his head.
As Jazz and Ironhide arrived at the med lab, the two of them saw Hoist and Ratchet busy at work. "Looks like its first come, first serve bigbot. I'll rest you here until the good doctors can look at ya." Jazz placed Ironhide down. "Hey, when you guys ain't busy, me and the red bucket of bolts could use a quicker fixer upper."
"Fuel pressure is rising, he's stablizing. Great, all we have to do is seal him up then we can starting repairs and replacing. I'll have Jazz looked at as Prime needs him right away,"
Leaving Huffer in the capable hands of Hoist, Ratchet took Jazz aside, away from Hoist and Ironhide, to look at his arm. "I can fix this temporarily but its going to need some part replacement. The visor can wait too... You ok?" Ratchet asked as her voice became quieter and softer.
Checking to make sure no one could hear them. "Of course, takes more then a ship falling out from the sky to knock me out. What you thought I'd be in stasis lock for like, 4 million years or something? I should be asking if your ok. I think ol' Doc Ratch still needs a warrior like myself to protect her. Then again maybe not, but its not like you'd stop me from trying."
Ratchet was already working on straighten out Jazz's arm. "Shh! You talk to loudly sometimes. And being cocky isn't your strong point, I know better. Just do me a favor and be careful as it looks like were in the worse of it. And we could run out of spare parts really soon."
Hoist continued to work on Huffer as he listened to the others..
"Can we save this for later, we need to concentrate! All the other patients should be stable and will be out from their CR chamber shortly, at least the upshot of this power problem is we'll have more troops should the Decepticons come back!", enthused Hoist as he started to do some welding on Huffer...