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B-127's servos were hurting from being on the ground for so long. His optics hurt from the change from a dark area on the surface to the bright lighting in the tower. He glanced around, seeing many members of the High Guard filling the room, along with Sentinel Prime and his guards, and next to B-127 was D-16, looking very mad. Sentinel Prime was going on some talk about traitors and what not before D-16 stood up. B quickly got worried for his friend. He knew he had to do something before something bad will happen.
"D. D! Get back down before something happens!" B whispered screamed to D-16. He didn't want D to get hurt, or worst.
"You know, you should listen to your annoying yellow friend." The Prime said, pushing D-16 down. Now THAT was wrong, and B-127 knew he had to speak up for his friend.
"Hey! You shouldn't hurt him! If anything, it should be you being pushed to the ground for being a traitor! Your the one who-!" He was caught off as he felt a sharp pain in the area where his voice box is. He felt fresh energon flush out his wound as he heard someone yell out his name, D-16 maybe? He couldn't remember as his body rushed to meet the ground and windows broke.
He felt his arms being released from the handcuffs as someone semi drag/semi picks him up away from the action to treat the area where his energon is flowing out quickly. He sees blurs of colors as he closes his optics, before someone uses their digits to open his optics. "Hey, hey, look at me. You are not allowed to die now. Can you say something for me, please, B?" He hears Elita say as she press' her servo to his wound. He tried to say something, but all that came out was coughing as he coughed up a concerning amount of fresh pink energon onto the floor, before he passes out.
When he woke up, he found he was on the surface again. Was he dead? Did he bleed out in the tower, with Elita trying to save him? Did he die defending D-16? Maybe if that's the case, then that would be a good reason to die. He looked around, and saw D-16, but he looked different. He tried to asked what happened when he fell asleep, but all that came out was weird static noise. He tried again, with more force. Louder static noise. He got worried, gripping where he thinks his voice box is, trying to find out what's wrong with him. D-16 had to grab his servos away, as he brought them down, he looked into B-127's eyes.
"Listen, I know your wondering why you can't talk, and the best way I can put it is, that fake Prime stabbed you in the neck, to either kill you or take away your voice." He said lightly.
B didn't believe him, shaking his helm. He lost his voice.