Stuck

 Waverod got into the transport tube. He was desperate to get to the medical bay; this last mission didn't go well. Cloud cover had forced her down to scout the latest Decepticon actions, and a couple of Seekers managed to take off and chased her off, disabling her weapons. He didn't get any useful intelligence. Fortunately, First Aid would be able to fix her up.

He was near the intersection when the power went out to the tube. Momentum carried her into the crossing tube, when suddenly she hit something. No, not something. Someone.

That "someone" was Mixmaster, and he was not looking good. "Hey, watch it!" "Sorry!" she responded. "I didn't have much choice when the tube went out." Mixmaster pulled out his pistol, pulled the trigger, and got a trail of energon dripping down from the barrel. "Scrap," he says.

"Don't worry, I can't shoot you either." Then, after a moment, she said, "Hey, I've got an idea. Your mixing drum still work?"

"Yeah."

"Can you mix up some oleic acid with iron nanoparticles in it?"

"Sure, but what's the point?"

She responded, "It will form a ferrofluid. While you mix it up, I'll use my electronic probing abilities to see where the power break is, then use my magnetic abilities on the fluid to send it to seal the break. Then we can both go on our way. Sound good?"

"Sure!" Then Mixmaster added, "Just don't tell Megatron about it."

"It's a deal." Mixmaster started mixing. "Found it"

"Great! The fluid is ready!"

"Stream it that way," Waverod said, pointing down Mixmaster's tube shaft. She then popped her magnetic director out of her forearm, and used it to lead the ferrofluid down the tube shaft and into a crack in the wall, towards the gap. When the fluid reached the far side of the gap, the tubes powered on. Mixmaster sped on his way.

"Thanks for the help," Waverod said to Mixmaster's receding form. She then sped off to see First Aid.

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