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[megatronicpolarity]

[The feed opens to a view of Megatronus Prime, a bloodied sword in hand. He gives it a hard flick to clear the worst of the gore from his blade, and a chunk of what used to be one of the monstrous centipedes flies off and knocks a nearby Acolyte in the head. It stumbles out of frame. Megatronus doesn't pay it any mind and addresses his audience:]

I imagine few of you will argue with me if I say that our guests have overstayed their welcome. Hospitality has its limits, after all.

[Besides which, he certainly never invited them to visit in the first place. Rude, centipedes. Very rude.]

When the creatures of the Badlands haven't the sense to retreat of their own volition, I find that a concentrated application of brute force is often enough to convince them of their error. My kin and I have determined that these monsters are likely led by a demon hiding at the core of an offshoot of the Badlands – if you've wandered outside of the Haven, you've likely noticed the approaching darkness. That is where we will be applying our force.

- and when I say 'we,' I don't simply mean my brothers and I.

Refugees, I call on you for volunteers who can fight; failing that, I'll accept volunteers who think they can fight. Anyone with a skill that would serve them well in combat, or those capable of supporting combatants. What you lack in size or experience can be compensated for through other means. I am willing to offer what gifts I can to those willing to fight in order to improve the likelihood of your... success.

[Survival. The word he means is 'survival.' Dragging Refugees to the heart of enemy territory often ends poorly for the weaker members of the group, but it's a necessary sacrifice.]

Unless, of course, you'd all rather be subject to regular attacks within the Haven. For those of you that care enough about your friends and your place here to act, I will be waiting for you in my arena. The Acolytes will direct you if you cannot find your way.

If you bear my Glyph, I expect to see you there.

[OOC note: there's a companion log to this post up over here for those who want to sign up their characters and collect a temporary boon ICly!]

Comments

[megatronicpolarity]

[If only that were true in the physical sense, as well...]

That depends. How much combat experience do you have?

[Hear: have you ever actually shot anyone, or only been shot at?]

[lifepersists]

[ Instead you have the runt of your litter of Refugees.

In any case, First Aid carefully picks his words. ]

I haven't purposely killed anyone, if that's what you mean. Though I can. And will, if necessarily. War is messy. If I wanted to avoid all conflict, I would have never undergone the Rite of the Autobrand.

Life is valuable to me, but these creatures aren't really... 'alive'.

[megatronicpolarity]

[He has a human, now; First Aid is at least not the most useless of his pups in his mind.]

I'm more interested in whether you have the training to defend yourself than whether or not you enjoy making a kill at the present time. If you can hold your own against the creatures, I would prefer you in a combat role.

An evaluation may be in order. How well-armed are you?

[Tell him you have more than a laser scalpel in hand and ambition in your arsenal, please.]

[lifepersists]

I've had training.

[ He feels a little bit embarrassed. Yes, he's not a warrior. ]

Er. I don't have combat upgrades, but I have a photon pistol. It's not just for show. You know, how some bots wave around weapons just to-- Ah.

[ Not very impressive, probably. Babbling too. ]

I've also found running things over with vehicles works too.

[megatronicpolarity]

[Excuse Megatronus while he folds up into his tank mode instead of immediately replying. Ain't nobody else on the planet got treads this big, son. They're perfect for crushing slow-moving targets.]

Yes, I'm familiar with that tactic.

Hn. I think, nonetheless, that you might have need of something more for defense. It's difficult to take aim at a target that's chewing through your arm.

[lifepersists]

[ Does he look distracted? Since he's definitely distracted. O-Oh, those treads... ]

Mmn, yes. That would be good...

[ He was only half listening. ]

[megatronicpolarity]

[Megatronus is, perhaps, misconstruing the nature of First Aid's distraction. He is quite the prime specimen of a tank, after all. Who wouldn't be impressed?]

Then I invite you to join me in the arena, and we will see what can be done for you.

[lifepersists]

[ First Aid isn't sure what exactly could be done for him, but for Megatronus, he'll answer any invite with a skip in his step. ]

Yes, sir. I'll be right there.