7/9/2011 Image:Doac jpg.JPG Blades's tanks are gurgling uncomfortably and interrupting his already brittle recharge. Every so often he twitches or scrapes his servos over his armor, all the while barely lighting his optics. After a few moments he wakes to cough loudly a few times, then huddles more closely into the alley dead end corner in which he's tucked himself. He squirms against the rough wall to scratch his rotor and dims his optics again. Blades rolls around in his recharge, rubbing his shoulder armor against the converging walls behind him. A ticking sound emanates from his engine.