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[Megatronus Prime doesn't look happy – not that 'happy' is an emotion he displays regularly nor easy to identify on those rare occasions that he does, but his frown at the moment is exceptionally severe. The last week and a half have been lousy, to put it mildly.

Losing the trail of the monster he'd been chasing, having his judgement questioned, a rather strained meeting with the other Firstforged... It all tends to wear down a mech's patience.]

I trust that the recent bloodshed has been enough to sate even the most violent appetites.

[It doesn't look like he's going to be terribly sympathetic if it wasn't, however.]

Let it be known that these circumstances – the killing of your comrades – were exceptional. On behalf of my fellow Firstforged, let me make it clear:

[He moves towards the camera, close enough that subtle flames can be seen shifting between the cracks of his armor plates and the slats in his mask. Make no mistake: he is addressing you directly, dear refugee.]

You are strictly forbidden to murder one another.

Henceforth, those who choose to ignore this decree will face corrective measures at the hands of their Firstforged. We will no longer tolerate anyone weakening our own forces with infighting. I don't care how much you may or may not like each other. Any refugee bearing a Glyph is permitted to exist within the Haven without having to fear for their life.

Should any of you object to this imposition, I welcome you to settle it with me in the arena.

[He leans back from the feed, his expression shifting from 'threat of imminent violence' to the more familiar 'general contempt for other lifeforms.']

I trust that this message has been sufficiently direct. If you have questions, make them succinct and ask them now.

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[Rocket smirked then, ears flicking up as he pulled one of his laser pistols free from its holster and twirled it in his paw.]

Sounds like my kind of place. Wouldn't be the first time a Guardian of the Galaxy went into a situation with no hope of coming back. It's sort of our thing.

[His tail flicked and one ear cocked to the side a bit.]

I'll make sure to check in once I'm back.

[Cocky? Most definitely.]

[Rocket's talking to the local king of arrogance. Megatronus is not remotely impressed with the display. That kind of self-assurance must be earned.]

Does a Guardian of the Galaxy also often throw away his life for no gain? I've rarely seen a Refugee enter the Badlands alone and survive the experience intact.

You're doing little to disabuse me of the notion that organics aren't particularly clever.

[Morons. He means your kind are usually morons, flesh beast.]

I've faced down a planet eater, been sucked into the Negative-verse and pit against some of the most terrifying creatures my universe can come up with, and I've had to hunt down and exterminate face stealers that farkin' took the guise of my teammates--my friends--and kill them without a second thought.

You think I throw away my life for no gain? I'm one of the blokes that protects the entire farkin' universe where I'm from.

[Rocket sneers, ears falling back against as his grip on his pistol tightens.]

Seems to me if anyone should be talking down to anyone, it's me to you, considering I'm not the one that lost an entire planet at some point in the course of various timelines.