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It was pouring outside.
Scott sipped on his hot chocolate as he watched the lighting and rain through the comfortable window of his own home. While some of his friends' days may be ruined by the weather. He didn't mind the rain.
His mug was empty. About time for him to be productive anyways. He sat up from the window sill and placed his mug in the kitchen.
There wasn't much to do today anyway. Just Harvest crops and maybe do some mining? Nah. He went mining last week. Even if he was running short on iron and needed some new minerals for the machines he was planning to make. He didn't feel like dealing with mobs today. Maybe he could check on his friends?
He could never say no to a bit of mischief.
A smile crept onto his face as he thought of teleporting around his friends. Their confused eyes and spooked gasps were always worth it. Plus he could help cheer up some of them that didn't like the rain. But fun would have to wait. These crops weren't going to harvest themselves…….well not all of them.
With a sigh and a promise to tease his friends later he eyed the fields beneath him. He opened the window a tad and tugged at the spot.
Next thing he knew the rain started to drench him and his feet were in muddy farm lands. He smiled at the successful teleport and started his harvest.
He hummed a small tune while working, dancing along with the rain. Popping around the garden to get what he needed. He was in the middle of replanting his wheat when he started to hear it.
The whirring and clicking of very large machinery and a distant scream.
One of his pointed ears flicked at the not so pretty sound. While it did not perfectly make sense Scott had above average hearing. Causing him to pick up on distances from a distance.
So his friends were having fun without him? Scott, ever curious, abandoned his fields to make his way over to the far away noise. He believes it was coming from Sparrow’s base.
Scott got to the campsite in under 2 minutes without a way stone. When he arrived he was starving but it was worth it. He had stacks of cabbage rolls on him anyway.
He had ended up in a tree on the edge of the clearing. The perfect point to gain an advantage on his friends. He could watch them without being noticed from up here. And get a good angle to mark them and swap.
Sparrow was especially fun to mess with. Being a slightly over-sheltered human made explaining and showing all his abilities so much fun. Sparrow actually seemed interested in learning about the hybrid lifestyle and the best way to teach it in Scott's opinion was to throw them in head first.
But what was odd about today was he couldn't see anyone. Just hear screams. His face fell. That wasn't a good thing at all. Where was Sparrow?
The screaming stopped. But the sound of springs and cogs only got louder. After another round of inspecting the base he realized what was off. Sparrow's machine was moving.
Sparrow had been working on this massive machine for a week or so. Almost unhealthily obsessed over it. The last time Scott saw the man it looked like he hadn't gotten sleep in days. And considering he still only knew like one good dish it was likely he wasn't eating well either. But he had promised he would take care of himself after the machine was finished. But he never told anyone what it did or what it was for.
Scott leaped from the tree with his heart beating faster than typical. That machine looked like a torture device. Scott assumed it was for building new supplies or even to help rebuild his plane. But with the pieces he had it made it sound like Sparrow was in the machine.
Sure enough Scott's theory was proved correct as he came face to face with the device. A small window in the center door he recognized a face with white hair. Only it was covered in blood.
Scott's eyes went wide and his stance was defensive. Why would Sparrow do this to himself?!
Scott didn't know how the contraption worked or how to turn it off. But there was something he could do. All he needed was to be able to see his target after all. Sparrow was so lucky he had the idea to include a door in his design.
In moments of very little consideration Scott marked the other man. And with a breath and stare that could kill he swapped places with Sparrow.
His body got caught in saws and drills stuck in a form that wasn't fully finished. He could feel pure magic seep into him. Burning and bouncing off. He winced and held back a scream of his own. Only for a gear to click underneath him and a new wave of magic hit. The pain was overwhelming, being caught in so many places and having invasive magic try to consume you. He couldn't hold his screams back for long. A loud inhuman howl escaped his lips.
Looking out the same window he was looking in a few minutes ago he started at the damp grass and flung himself at the space.
The rain hit him as he coughed dryly. Throat sore from the scream he just released. He had a handful of cuts. But because he was caught more so in the machine like how he clips into walls it did not do as much damage as he felt it did.
With a heavy sigh he straightens himself. Ignoring how drops of blood drip down the side of his face mixing with the rain. He has bigger issues to worry about. Like the man crumpled up on the ground lying in his own blood beside him.
Sparrow had deep cuts and tears. A pool of blood had managed to spill out beneath him. But the strangest this, was that his injuries were glowing. Scott would look into that later. Right now he scooped the unconscious Sparrow up into his arms bridal style. Tucking him as close to his chest as possible. Trying to feel or hear a heartbeat.
Scott used all of the energy he had left in him to get the two of them back to his house as soon as possible. He had more supplies. And Sparrows tents were not going to do much against the storm. On his way he nearly blacked out from magic over use. Even gaining a bit of nausea.
But through the rain and pain he girted his teeth in a desperate attempt to save Sparrow. He reached the front door and slammed it open with a quick kick. Running up stairs to lay sparrow down on a proper bed. The man had yet to awake or respond. But he had yet to die and despawn too. And that was enough to get Scott to work even harder.
The Transporter teleported back down stairs and pulled out all the medical supplies he could get his hands on, as well as his strongest heath potions and some soups. And got to work on treating his friend.
He cleaned up the wounds and bandaged them thoroughly. As he was finishing up tying off the cream cloth around one of Sparrow's arms he couldn't help but to continue to ponder more questions about the machine. What was Sparrow doing inside it? What was up with the overwhelming sting of magic? What was it meant to be?...What did it actually do? Did it do anything at all? Would Sparrow be upset that his work was for nothing?
If he was it wouldn't matter. Scott would much rather have Sparrow be alive and hate him than dead in that copper box of hell.
Maybe he could get someone who was better with machinery go look at the machine to decipher what it was for. Scott didnt want to go near the thing ever again. But he knew Gem had been having fun with machinery recently, and there was another pilot around who could help too right?
Oh shoot. He should probably tell the others what happened. They deserve to know Sparrows' conditions and actions. Maybe they could all take a collective group effort to stop him from doing whatever he was trying to do again.
Scott gently threw some health and regeneration potions on the human and pulled out his communicator to inform the others.
ScottSmajor: Hey guys! I just want to let you know Sparrows not doing great. You know that machine hes been building? Apparently it was built for him to enter.
GeminiTay: What? That thing was made of saws and drills? Putting yourself in the center of it is a death trap!
InTheLittleWood: Is he alright? What happened?
ScottSmajor: I'm not sure. He was unconscious when I found him…and still is. I'm doing my best to keep him stable but he's still not waking up.
GeminiTay: Is there anything we can do to help? If you need the extra hands i’d be happy to come over!
MythicalSausage: Me too! But….not today, the sky’s being mean so i can't.
ScottSmajor: I think I've got it covered from here. I gave him several potions and bandages. I’ll just watch over him for now. I’ll keep you updated on if he gets better.
InTheLittleWood: Make sure to take care of yourself too. Don't be afraid to request help if you need it. I think I speak for all of us when we say we are ready to come down there if either of you find yourselves in a situation like this again. Make sure you get some rest too.
ScottSmajor: Yeah. Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind.
Scott closed his device. Martin was right, rest sounded fantastic. He gave Sparrow one last glance of concerned hope. Silently begging him to wake up and be fine. He hates seeing his friend so beaten up and broken. More of him was covered in bandages than not.
But his pleas went unheard and the human contented to lay deathly still. Scott sighed and switched his focus to the stairs and made his way down to the nearest couch for a nap. He definitely needed one after all the panic today brought him. And what could really go wrong in the few hours he spends sleeping?