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[Something went wrong. Then again, when don't things go wrong? But taking a look at this place, whatever horrific wasteland, whatever trap Black Ghost had concocted for them this time, things got screwed up real bad. He didn't remember the hows or the whys of getting here or the mark he had on his arm, he just knew that the infamous Black Ghost organization was behind it. They were behind every calamity in his life, ever since they jammed their devices in his body.
The communicator with him obviously had to be a trap. It must be some kind homing device or a just a sadistic way to instill hope when he had none. But yet, this was the only way he could contact the other cyborgs....he brushed his head in frustration. He would be playing into their hands either way.
The important thing was to keep moving. Excuse the shaky camera movement as a grey-haired cyborg calls out. He doesn't want to take chances.]
002! 003! 009! Dr. Gilmore! Anyone! Do you read me?! | | |
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Barricade?
I, uh. I need your help. Please please please, 'Cade, I can't... | | |
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[Raf comes on the video, looking somewhat worse for the wear - but only in that he's been busy, and he shows it. he's a little scruffy, a little dirty, but looks incredibly pleased with himself as he waves.]
Hey guys! For the last little bit, I've been working on a project, and I've just now got it to where I think I can show it off-
[-and he moves his Device to what looks like...a small garden of sorts. we're talking only a few feet square, but there's soil in there, there's what looks like UV lamps, and what could be a water pump?
more to the point. there's things /growing/ in it. green things. Ratchet's nearby, working some of the machinery, before pausing in confusion as Raf continues]
I was getting kind of tired of living off canned beans and everything, so I figured if we could get this on a bigger scale, we could have more food for people like me, Miko, Korra...and everyone else!
...Raf, where did you find this particular component?
Huh? [Raf turns, taking a moment to spot what Ratchet's pointing at] The pump? It was in the box I brought the other day, remember?
[and this is Ratchet looking somewhere between disturbed and...perplexed]
Ah...I think we need to talk.
[after a moment of confusion from Raf...he then cuts the feed] | | |
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[ Overlord always had a bit of a flair for the dramatic when addressing an audience, so video it is.
He's unashamed of showing his face, broken eye and all, energon drying on his cheek. He surveys the feed for a moment, annoyance tugging at his expression. It eventually molds into a default smile. ]
I've been briefed on the situation. Decepticons! I'm assuming command from this point forward. Join with me and you will be rewarded.
[ And just by the tone of his voice, it's less asking and more of a demand. He reaches up, wiping away stray bits of glass and smearing the tacky drops of energon over his cheek. Very casual, like it doesn't hurt at all. ]
Perhaps one of you would be kind enough to help me. I'm in need of repairs. Bring me someone who can do the task. | | |
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