[Audio] [Transmission Originating from: Solian Temple] - First Offense

[namesnotprowl]

[There’s a low, frustrated sigh and for a long moment, that’s all there is. Then, someone starts speaking.]

So. I’m dragged to some other Cybertron, go through hours of paperwork, and get dumped on the street. Then I drop off the face of that Cybertron onto a space station in the middle of nowhere and get dumped in a pile of junk that I have to crawl out of.

Now I drop off the face of the station and wind up here with someone in a hood telling me I’m on Cybertron. Again. Not even the same Cybertron, some other Cybertron.

I was in the middle of something! Very important things! [Bartending and best friend things!]

Comments

AUDIO;

[namesnotprowl]

Not a clue. Woke up on some slab with a hooded fella staring at me. But there wasn't any paperwork and that's the important part. And it's Barricade, by the by~.

Eh, we'll have to see.

AUDIO;

[engrishdetective]

Name's Gunmax. Yo, Barricade. So, what are you? Another robot?

AUDIO;

[namesnotprowl]

Heyo, Gunmax. And I am; sure you've heard the word Cybertronian bein' tossed around here already.

AUDIO;

[engrishdetective]

Sure have. Word's a bit hard for me to pronounce, but I've got it.

You seem decent enough, but I suppose I can't help but wonder your perspective on this whole... "faction war" thing.

AUDIO;

[namesnotprowl]

Decent? Why that's almost flattering~. As for the war... mine ruined our Cybertron long ago, and it won't stop until one side is completely obliterated. I tired of it a long time ago.

Others... others might have hope for peace. Or a truce, at least. If they really want it.

AUDIO;

[engrishdetective]

I'm sure the opinion will improve if you behave.

...Got it. Fair enough. I won't ask for more.

AUDIO;

[namesnotprowl]

Ooh, bribing me with compliments. I see how it is around here. [Hope you don't mind that lightly teasing tone, Gunmax.]

It's a long, boring, cringe-worthy story, really. Doubt it would keep your interest.