1. [Voice]

[warborn]

[for a long few moments, there's only the sound of ventilation. fans cycling a mech's air systems. he's clicked on his radio, yeah, but now?

now he has no idea what to say, except something slightly hysterical.]

This is a lot different than I thought the Pit'd look like.

[said in the tone of someone-please-tell-me-I'm-totally-incorrect]

Comments

[video]

[warborn]

You're not making much slaggin' sense.

[video]

[mccrane]

My apologies.

Megatronus Prime is one of the Firstforged, and they seem to be two or three times larger than myself.

[He's aware that there's way more information you'll need than he could supply in even one sitting.]

It might help if you realize you're in a different universe.

[video]

[warborn]

[he exvents, rubbing his face. oi.]how that works.

[video]

[mccrane]

Science.

[A confident answer. It's always science.]

There are other members of your faction from different universes, and there are humans and robots like myself, from Earth.

There is plenty that needs guarding, if you are ever feeling up to the task.

[video] OKAY WOW THAT WAS A BIG HTML FAIL. Meant to say 'i don't even know how that works'.

[warborn]

[ . . . ]

I'll.

...look in to it.

[video] THAT MAKES A LOT MORE SENSE

[mccrane]

[McCrane goes silent for a moment, sensing something off but not being experienced enough to understand trauma.]

We have it covered, for now. [He offers, instead.] Take your time getting settled in, and I will be happy to show you around the Junk Yard when you are feeling up to it.

[video] x.x

[warborn]

Yeah. I'll send you a ping, McCrane.

[video]

[mccrane]

I will be waiting for it, Maximus, sir.

[He's always felt strangely about how honorific signifiers translate, but 'sir' is as close as he can get to 'san' without trouble.]