The robotic voice of her internal computers spoke up followed by the soft hum of her systems finally beginning to come online, her amber optics flickering for a moment and her vision for a moment blurred and unfocused, a result of having blacked out at some point. A soft growl left the transmetal tigress as she took a moment to focus her optics to zoom in then out, allowing them to focus on the floor for a moment as she tried to comprehend where in the name of Primus she was at the moment. Really at first she could only recall the all too brief interrogation of Ironclaw with Banshee, his brief confessing of them being away during the incident the imposter had been around, and then the two making their way from the brig. After that? It was kind of a blank for a moment since Wintersong was still getting her bearings and all she knew was her processor was aching, not badly but there was a faint throb at the back of her head.
Though, when she thought about it and reached back to rub the area she grimaced, feeling the pain upon putting pressure on the area where it was also scrapped away some paint. Pushing herself forward slightly, realizing at that moment she was slumped against the wall among one of the Axalon's hallways, the femme turned to look back and saw a small dent of where it seemed her head had smashed into the wall. But how? Turning to look, her gaze full of confusion she finally noticed a small hole in the floor and that's when the rest of what had occurred came rushing back.
Wintersong remembered her concern for Ironclaw and what he was doing, having been quite shocked to move for a few moments before she had gone to follow the two, but had found herself facing at the time a rather aggressive acting Sentinal, more aggressive then usual for the programming. Autoguns had been aimed at her direction and she had been force to take an alternate route, or what was suppose to be one. Alone, she had tried to take out some of the Autoguns with a blaster in one hand and using one sword in another to deflect shots. Not that it did much good as Wintersong recalled getting grazed and a few shots into her armor which luckily was thick enough to prevent too much serious damage but she remembered dodging one shot hadn't gone too well, the missed shot hitting the floor close enough to throw her off balance and causing her to slam her head right into the wall, the force enough to knock her out for quite a while. All the while, the femme had been oblivious to everything that had transpired, from the near elimination of her comrades, Optimus' darker outlook, Ironclaw's rampage, and now everything else currently going on.
Giving a quick self-diagnostic she found the shot to her back and one through her left shoulder were mostly repaired by her self-repairing system and the one that grazed her ear-like structure on her head was healed, but the areas like the back of her head would need to be painted over. Though she also realized a small ache in her ankle joint of where the missed shot had hit close to, realizing it still had been close enough it did some damage but it was mostly healed as well. At best the wounds would need a little bit longer before they were in completed.
Among all this though she also began to realize everything was rather...calm, too calm considering all the commotion she heard. Pushing herself up with a soft grunt, the femme began to come from the hallway, the soreness in her ankle causing her to have a small limp but ignoring the slight stinging coming from it as she made her way down the next hall to reach the hall leading to the brig, the closest room she could hear voices. And was she hearing things or were there two sets of Optimus' voice? Curious the tigeress made her way towards the doorway and came to stand on the thresh hold, her optics greeted by the sight of Rhinox, Aurora, and Optimus with...another caged Optimus and an unconscious Blackarachnia. What the frag was going on?! And where was Ironclaw and Banshee? "Uh, anyone want to catch me up what the frag is going on?" She finally spoke up, having one hand still rubbing the back of her head gingerly which hurt the most of anything.
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Spineback couldn't recall what happened following her near full succumbing to the effects of the virus, all she had last remembered she was striking out at Terrosaur and Inferno before somehow at some point ending up in the CR tank. But in the process she had also lost hold of her lance somehow which she only figured that out once she came form the CR tank and was restored to her sanity again, having listened to Megatron's "welcome back" speech before they were given orders to start repairs. But before she pitched in she decided to retrieve her weapon and placed it upon her back, curiously looking at the area as before she knew she didn't do all this damage when she had set off her weapon, if she did really, or with the use of lance.
But from what she heard between Inferno and Terrorsaur it seemed Megatron and Starshadow had been the most to blame for this and Tarantulas too apparently? She couldn't be sure, but her optics watched the ant and transmetal pteradon with a look of distaste and rage, her expression for the most part calm but her optics revealed deep down there was a inkling of spark for revenge, mostly towards Terrorsaur since she vaguely remembered Inferno had at least trusted her word but the scaled bird had about shot her into the lava pools below! But Megatron's untimely attack on his troops couldn't have come sooner since it avoided her nearly meeting a similar fate to that of the late Scorponok. "At least some of us can work without complaint." Spineback remarked towards Waspinator and Terrorsaur as they left before she returned to her own duties.
With her own strength she worried for the heavier lifting for a bit before she began to make use of welding the wall or equipment back into place, redoing some wiring here and there and all the while trying to get past her own vision the virus had given her. "Subcommander Inferno, I'd also like to give you my apologies of earlier. The virus had me not in my right state of mind, attacking you was not intentional." She added, her tone more civil with Inferno since at least compared to most others there was loyal, even if lacking intelligence. "I live to serve our Royalty with all my spark." She assured him firmly, briefly pausing to give a quick smile.
Inferno could be annoying and clearly had some wires crossed but he was one of the Predacons she could have some slight trust in, but just.
(And I'm back!

Also, can I just say I feel like we made our own Prime version of Beast Wars with how more emotionally charged and darker story writing we have going on.)