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[solianpolarity]

[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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[solianpolarity]

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.

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[megatronicpolarity]

[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.

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[solianpolarity]

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.]

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[megatronicpolarity]

[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.]

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[solianpolarity]

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

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