I'm sorry for lying to everyone. I'm sure everyone is aware I was by now. It was stupid of me.

I have a lot of reasons for doing what I did, none of them important.

Until further notice I'll be found either at Vector's temple or Pharma's lab at Leige's. Please ping me if you need me.






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So here's a question. A bit of perspective is needed here. I'm a robot made and from Earth, so what do I know or care about your religion, war, or other wacky pieces of history? Usually, I don't, but I need a Cybertronian outlook here. Or maybe the Firstforged are feeling a little ballsy enough to talk to me. Who knows!

We ended up here against our will. Oh, sure, nobody expected that. We just kinda fell through and we're here getting snug in these... [Gunmax looks very uncomfortable with the word.] Temples. First thing you probably noticed is that the Firstforged brand us, singling us out. I'm surprised no one else seems to care that I've got this random mark on my arm saying I belong to someone. I already got that attitude enough elsewhere, thank you!

Then there's the following issues: not being told things. The calling of the Badlands, losing people to them... [Here, Gunmax scowls deeply, very unhappy with this.] Maybe they come back. But then, they don't always remember. But were we really told about any of this? Were we really told about what might happen to us? Or about these pages from Alpha Trion?

No. We weren't. Ol' Al here loses some pages, we take a few doodles, and random crap happened. Thanks for the heads-up, really, it was nice with those bombs and the creepering and everything else that happened. Dandy, even! I was a big fan of it.

So you can turn yourselves in, guys. You can feel bad about what you did or didn't do. You can feel ridiculous for what situation you were in, or whatever. But here's the bottom line:

It was someone else's lack of responsibility. And it's one of those people that want to pass judgment on you and take part in the construction and enforcement of law. That's a nice way of saying "Do all the work, but we'll sit around and let you know when we make up our minds."

So my question: Do you really trust the Firstforged?

Just thought it'd be something to think about. Me? I'm going for a drive, baby.

[Hey, there, Haven. You know how what's missing from this place is a helicopter that's actually, you know, nice? Well, here he is.]

Right. So, first order of business always stay together. [A grin.] So who's out there? Roddy? Arcee, babe?  Ultra Magnus?

Second order of business. [He'll heft his pistol. ]  Anyone wanna help me reload?  [Because it's just a matter of time before Quintesson Plot number 7,459 reveals itself and the shooting starts. He wants to be ready.]

And third. I could use a drink. [Like you wouldn't believe.] 

[Oops, bear time already?]

Nngh, does anyone know where a bear can take a bath around here? I'm talking about a real bath, too. Baths shouldn't be so much work! They're supposed to be relaxing and were once my favorite part of the day. Now I feel like I gotta hike it just to get some water and THEN hope it's not freezing.

There's an injustice in there somewhere.

So what's up? Time to come clean! At least tell me where I can get a tub or something, anything!! I don't think I can buy that with all these nice, fancy temples that there isn't a single bathroom. Someone's probearly hiding all of them at this rate.

Along with all the fridges.

And TVs.

And stoves.

AND EVERYTHING!

[In other words: "I'M SPOILED AND NEED ALL MY THIIIIINGS"]