One of the creatures has gotten into Vector Prime's temple. I cannot keep it occupied forever.

Requesting assistance.

[He's grateful that's it's only a couple feet taller than him - he can compensate for that - and for the fact that he was built to be as flashy as he is. He can keep the ugly thing interested in him.

But... well, half the people he knows warned him to call if something happened, and this is definitely something.]

[McCrane, currently, sounds much more flustered than he has in past broadcasts. Granted, 'much more flustered' for him doesn't amount to more than a slight urgency in his voice, but considering both Gunmax and Drift have just collapsed he feels a need to be urgent.]

This is McCrane.

We have two men in need of repairs, and we are unable to ferry them to one of the temples.

[This is guilt. Gunmax, he knows, is down because of fuel, and both he and Deckerd are too low themselves to tow him anywhere. To illustrate the severity of the situation, he points his badge toward where the motorcycle detective is lying, optics flickering even as he insists to a very-worried Deckerd that he's perfectly okay. Beyond, Drift is lying in a puddle of his own rust, not obviously injured but not moving, optics offline.]

Ratchet? Knockout? Is there anyone available with mechanical expertise?

((OOC: This is a communal post. Replies may be from McCrane, Deckerd, Gunmax, or, if he snaps out of it, Drift. Also please feel free to actionspam arrivals!))

[The video fizzes in like someone abruptly turned on their HUD visual screen. Blurr can be seen leaning against a wall, his left arm missing. Oh well he has the arm, it's just not attached to his body anymore. Which is a problem.

He’s been pushing his speed abilities fighting the monsters and his energy is mostly drained. Losing an arm to Prime Starscream was the icing on the cake and he feels like he’s just a few Nanoclicks from going offline.]

Ah…I might require some assistance are…the medics still in Solus’s Temple?

[The skies are clear, the Lambda shining brightly but steadily. Around the Junk Pile, the corpses of dead Monsters lie, some still twitching from the days of combat.

This is not unusual.

This is how it's always been, and Liege is tired of it.

He catches his homing spear from the air as it returns to him, the last of the targets that he faced lying quivering, not yet dead, in front of him. Replacing the spear with its matched pair on his back, he strides forward, picks up the creature, and hoists it over his shoulders.]

The readings from the Lambda Tear have normalized. The threat is done. If you have something to report to myself or my brethren, report it.

Any who have obtained something of note to study may bring it to my temple tomorrow night for a research session.

[He pauses.]

Nexus, I suppose that this also includes you and your ilk.

[He prepares to space-bridge back to his temple, and cuts the transmission.]

((OOC: That's all folks!

Any monsters that you have specifically left alive will still be alive, but all others may be assumed to have either been killed by players, been killed by Firstforged, or disappeared into the badlands. Gather up whatever you want from them! Samples, plates of armor, trophies--it's your go! If you do have something specific to talk to one of the Firstforged about or have fulfilled one of their side-quests, you may leave a reply below!

There will also be a gathering log put up tomorrow for Science Slumber Parties.))