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[The feed snaps on just as Solus Prime folds down her massive hammer in a transformation of it's own, tucking it around to latch onto her back. It is probably for the best; the brief glimpse is enough to catch sight of a massive weapon dotted with a small spattering of energon-gore.

The source of the fluid is largely hidden away, wrapped heavily in a tarp and tucked carefully in the crook of the massive Prime's arm. Only the edge of a brightly colored limb poking past the length of the tarp gives evidence to the dead mech's identity before she speaks up - and even then, it is already fading to gray.]

The one known as Hot Rod was overcome by influence of the darkness. He retained enough will to ask for assistance in ending the situation.

[She nods down at the body briefly, resigned but respectful.]

It was swift.

...If there is anyone who would wish to claim the remains, do speak up. Otherwise, he will be taken care of.

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I will claim them.

Very well.

I will be here.

[She simply pings him with her location, before closing the video feed.]

[He'll go get that taken care of, then.]

[The body will be more securely wrapped when he arrives, tucked in and tied securely and set down within easy reach, with as much respect as can be given by a humble tarp in such short notice.]

[Ultra Magnus transforms from his vehicle mode upon arrival. He peers down at the way the body's been wrapped, looking both mournful and exhausted.]

[Solus glances down at the smaller mech, face grim as she takes in his state.]

...I am sorry for your losses. Do what you will with the remains, but if your customs involve entombment or burial, be sure to pay your respects outside of the boundaries of the Haven.

[She gestures down at the wrapped frame, venting a heavy sigh.]

As much as I would spare you the knowledge, the lack of it is simply not safe. Unicron's defilement does not always end with death.

You owe me no apology, Solus Prime. You did as you were required to. Just as... I was required to.

I should have been there for him.

[But he wasn't. He made a promise to Hot Rod.

Ultra Magnus slowly kneels down, lifting up the body into his arms as he'd done with so many by now. He looks down at the tarp.]

Foolish, I know. You can't hear me, but I am sorry, Hot Rod.

[He looks up to Solus Prime.] ...Thank you. For your advice, and for handling this.

[She sighs, watching on quietly has the grieving mech pays his respects. Solus nods grimly in acknowledgement to the thanks.]

I truly wish I could have done more. And from what I have seen, you and your allies did what you could as well. There is no shame in that.

...Obviously I did not know him, but given his final request, I doubt this mech would have wanted a friend to be burdened with doing what I did.

... Primus.

Is there nothing to be done?

Other than easing your afflicted comrades suffering swiftly? No.

If there was, we would have done it. There are some things even my skills cannot fix. This taint is one of those things.

Why was this allowed to happen at all?

And why not simply mark them as you claim to have done the rest of us?

'Allowed'? You assume much.

[Too much. Her optics narrow in anger.]

This was not allowed to occur. Unicron's own taint is beyond our ability to purge.

And if we were responsible for the glyphs themselves, then this would have been easily fixed. But we are not.

Then why were they not quarantined to begin with? Separated? Why were we allowed to know of their arrival at all?

If you are so concerned with this... Unicron and its taint, why were those of us here made to suffer for your inattention?

Because locking away the surprise arrivals would have gone over so very well with the existing residents who knew them.

Your reactions to that would have been markedly worse than this one, I imagine.

My reactions are hardly relevant. No one I know was involved in this madness. I wasn't involved in the deaths of my team, nor the leader of my Auotbots. Gross generalizations such as that do very little to support you and yours as "higher beings".

[Yes, there are air quotes.]

Overall, I observed nothing in the way of support. Until the end, when one of your number suggested the afflicted hand themselves over as experiments.

And I cannot help but say I am utterly unimpressed. I have lab assistants more on the proverbial ball than the lot of you.

'Gross generalizations.'

[The words are hissed, and she hardly needs air quotes to show her own disdain.]

Just because you did not know any one of the afflicted, does not mean others did not. Others that would have seen us as nothing but cruel tyrants had we killed or locked their friends away without allowing them to see for themselves what we already knew.

We told you all the risks. We warned you of the fate that awaited them. You had the right to choose to believe us.

[Free will and all that. Cannot help those who refuse it. Her optics narrow.]

...But of course, the next time there is a crisis I am sure the vast wisdom of your distant lab assistants will aid you more than I shall.

[Because she is quite done with you, sir.]

[It's frightening and tragic, but Martha at least keeps some composure. There's obvious sadness in her eyes, however.]

I'm glad to hear it was swift.

[She simply nods]

As it should be, if it must happen at all.

[Knock Out wasn't expecting to really meet one of the FirstForged, much less the one he was supposedly linked too. he also knows way too well what can do that hammer.]

Quite the party you all organized here. Is this Cybertron always this insane? It makes me feel quite at home, actually. [Even if it's not something he enjoys.]

[Ah, one of hers - and a different one from before.]

If this is your idea of a 'party' I pity you a great deal.

But no, this is hardly the normal status of this world.

[He was being sarcastic but he will keep that to himself.]

A small relief. [Knock Out gives her a look that you could have poured on a waffle.]It's nice to meet you, madam.

[He doesn't have to; Solus can largely guess.]

Hardly the best timing for introductions, I am afraid.

[She sighs.]

Keep yourself within the temples, unless you wish to chance running across those afflicted with this current madness. The danger should be past soon enough.

Edited 2012-12-10 06:14 (UTC)

Wouldn't dream of interrupting your hard work, madam. I will take this as an opportunity to explore the temple further.

I hope we are able to chat more in the future, it would be a pleasure.

[She grants him a slow nod, relatively pleased by his words.]

Likely.

...You should find the medical facilitates for your craft within the central housing area in my temple.

I am sure a number of beings could use it right now, should you so choose to assist.

[She won't make you. But her tone suggests that it Would Not Be A Bad Idea.]

In our same temple? That's useful. I will see what I can do miss. [Which is not agreeing not disagreeing.]

I'm afraid we might get overwhelmed soon.

Do you know what's causing this? I'd think you would, since you have something to do with the glyphs.

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The taint of the Lambda and the Badlands calls to those without the protection of a glyph. It is beyond our skill to purge.

And that is doubtful. Most of your fellows seem to be...dealing with the majority of the glyphless before they become too strong. Thankfully, the number of unmarked are not too great, but staying within the protection of a temple is advisable for the time being.

Good.

[Jeeze Albert, your game is lacking.]

I'll do what I can.

I have no doubt.

Do not underestimate them. Size alone is not a proper indicator of their strength.

[You are a perfect example of exactly that.]

I know. My own teammates taught me that.

Hn. At least he has friends to collect what's left. [Which, although he can't see beneath the tarp, he suspects isn't much.] It would be a shame to taint your forges with Glyphless slag.

Hardly a 'shame'.

And at least then there is no chance that they might rise again as the mindless undead.

Good forges should be reserved for smelting useful materials. We have other ways of rendering the bodies of the dead inert.

[He illustrates his point by lifting a hand and letting flame spiral over it.]

... and, of course, no shortage of magma.

Don't be dense, dear brother. Most of my forges are fueled with raw magma. I'm hardly worried about contamination.

[Except for her Special ones, of course.]

Besides the honor in it, I'm sure you can appreciate an idle scientific hope that Unicron's taint might burn away with the frame.

[Isn't everything you touch Special, dear sister?]

If it were so easy, we might simply cycle the entirety of the Badlands through your forges one shovelful at a time. I think it takes more than flame to cleanse a mech of Unicron's corruption.

One can always hope. And melted down, they are still less fodder for the Badlands.

[She smirks lightly, slight humor finally returning.]

Maybe I should drag Prima over and see if he can bless a forge for proper testing.

[She's certain they'd never even be able to see the lava again, for the blessed glow. Completely impractical.]

[That comment certainly earns an amused snort from him.]

I think if you asked Prima to bless your forges you'd never again know peace and quiet in your own workshop.

[Prima: warrior of Primus, honorable leader of the Firstforged, and insufferable nag.]

[Oh, but she actually laughs aloud at that, dire mood finally broken.]

I think you may be right! He might never leave.

And there wasn't any way to restrain him until a solution was found?

Is this how your kind always solve their problems? Rampant destruction and murder? If he was under the control of somethin' that effected his mind, how do you know he was able to make the choice? They need help! I'd hoped the telly serials back home were just exageratin' things for children's entertainment. I'm sorry to see I was wrong. Cybertronians really do seem determined to wipe themselves out.

Trust me. That's not something you want to do.

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[The massive Prime rumbles ominously, increasingly irritated with all the sudden questioning.]

Your presume much.

The least of which being that a cure was even a possibility.

It was not.

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