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So are the dead... not staying dead now? The only time that happened in my world, Dark Energon was involved, and the mechs affected weren't what you'd call, uh. Well they didn't exactly retain all of their mental faculties from when they were properly alive, y'know? That First Aid guy seemed pretty normal, besides the whole 'was dead' thing.

And... What's with all these guys showing up in the trash heap? Are the temples broken or something?

[Because no one taught him that you can lock these things.]

Prima? Or any of the Firstforged, I guess- um, if you're not busy, that is! I just have something to ask. It's about...things that have happened recently.

 [Sissel is a man of few words when not engaged in a conversation. He's more of a thinker, and boy, had his mind been on something recently. After finding out that he would NOT perish upon the next day, he's been scoping the place out now and again, just to see what there was. Cybertron certainly was a sight, and he could honestly say nothing could compare to it.  And why couldn't he compare it? Because...well, he didn't know anything else. Before he arrived in this place, he had a cumulative total of three hours of consciousness.  

Three hours of Earth as he knew it. 

It was sad when Cybertron was the more familiar of the two.

So he has a question for you, resting a hand near his mouth as he sets the phrase in his head.  How do you really ask something like this? At least without looking like you've grown a second head or anything.]

When you lose a memory...how do you regain it?

[Ray said it took time...but he's getting worried.]

And...does anyone know how to read?

The video opens to white walls. What seems like the interior of Prima's temple, for anyone who's ever been there, but recognizable by design only. It's a room that's never been seen before by any Refugee.

In the background, voices can be heard murmuring. Some familiar, some not. One a deep, resonant growl - another smooth like oil. Prima's the one facing the camera, but behind him many of the other the Firstforged can be seen, apparently wrapping up a meeting of some sort...

...including one or two who haven't been seen before. One, wrapped in what looks like an energy sphere vanishes quickly in a flash of light, spacebridging away - of another, only a set of what look like steel, pleated wings are visible.

"We know many of you have questions about the...recent happenings," Prima begins, folding his hands behind him - the camera source seems to be from something other than his personal systems. "In the interest of efficiency, we invite you to ask them in a more direct manner."

"Remind me," an off-screen voice murmurs, utterly humorless, "To reinforce the defenses on my Temple. I don't want another one of your...creatures...messing up the place again."

Nexus, barely visible - even with his greater bulk - shrugs. "They're more than just 'creatures', and they're really not that bad, once you get to know 'em, I promise. So long as they're Marked..."

Prima briefly glances to the two arguing, then reaches forward to end the transmission.

[Those of you checking the link will notice a very embarrassed looking humanoid who's hair appears to be on fire.]

....Uh. Okay. Before anybody gets really mad, I just want to say...

[Actually a lot of the junk near him is on fire too.]

-It was an accident! I mean, who leaves this much flammable material just lying around?

[FOOSH!]

Anybody got a fire extinguisher?