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[ Perceptor's voice is terse, even by his usual standards, as he addresses the Link. Someone's connection clearly wasn't working until now. ]
If someone would be so obliging as to swiftly and succinctly explain just what in the frag is going on I would be exceedingly grateful.
[ Guess who just spent way too much time digging about in the Badlands looking for any sign of his bestie. ]
For those still in possession of all their mental faculties, Vandal's whereabouts remain unknown. | | |
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[The feed snaps on just as Solus Prime folds down her massive hammer in a transformation of it's own, tucking it around to latch onto her back. It is probably for the best; the brief glimpse is enough to catch sight of a massive weapon dotted with a small spattering of energon-gore.
The source of the fluid is largely hidden away, wrapped heavily in a tarp and tucked carefully in the crook of the massive Prime's arm. Only the edge of a brightly colored limb poking past the length of the tarp gives evidence to the dead mech's identity before she speaks up - and even then, it is already fading to gray.]The one known as Hot Rod was overcome by influence of the darkness. He retained enough will to ask for assistance in ending the situation.[She nods down at the body briefly, resigned but respectful.]It was swift.
...If there is anyone who would wish to claim the remains, do speak up. Otherwise, he will be taken care of. | | |
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[ He intended for this to be audio, but he's not in the best of ways at the moment. Tailgate's outside, but it's hard to say where with the way the feed keeps juddering about. What is clear is flashes of Tailgate, covered in energon. ]
I-I can't-- I didn't--
No no no no no no no I didn't mean to I didn't want to--
Please make it stop m-make it stop I hurt him I hurt him so bad and I can't stop it I c-can't--
[ He breaks off in a ragged sob, grabbing at his head with energon-soaked hands, curling in on himself. ]
Stop it stop it stop please I wanted to do it I did it and I want to do it again and it won't stop make it stop please please PLEASE!
[ There's another sob and Tailgate takes off, running in some direction. ]
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so fragging sorry please I don't want to do it again I don't--
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 [An audio feed starts with the sound of scuffling, probably jostled into turning on. An unknown voice is heard, then Thundercracker's.]N-no, what are you doing!? GET AWAY FROM ME!Hold still, you fragging glitch. It'll hurt less.HOLD STILL!? You're going to shoot me!Yes, I am. Before you go insane and do worse to others. [There's a cold matter-of-fact tone to his voice, though no real maliciousness. Just a determination that brooks no argument.]I-I won't-...you can't-...I WON'T LET YOU![The sounds of struggle renew, doubled in effort, until there's the sharp rapport of a rifle and howls of pain. The screams cease abruptly at the second and third cracks of rifle fire.]...I told you to hold still, you glitch. [Then he growls.] Fragging comm.[The feed ends.]((ooc: I'm assuming there are more Glyphless around than the event PC's. This is just a nameless NPC Glyphless, no one in particular. Just that TC's out "helping" with the problem, Decepticon-style. At least he's trying to be somewhat humane about it?)) | | |
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[When the feeds cuts in, it's shaky, mostly because Hound himself can't seem to keep still. He doesn't look too good, dents covering a lot of his frame--dents with flecks of blue paint here and there.
He manages to focus on the video, looking downright...sad...upset...at least he's holding onto himself for the moment right?]
Mirage he--...please..I need someone's he-elp...
[He doesn't remember when it happened, Hound just knows that it did and when he came back to himself, he had a broken heap of a certain invisible spy at his feet, said bot being out of view of the camera at the moment.
Mirage was still functioning at least. Just..barely.]
Ma-agnus? Sir? I ne-ed help.
ooc: Cloud gave me permission to godmod Mirage; she's been busy with finals and hasn't been able to get on the net much. | | |
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[This isn't something he ever thought he'd have to announce. He never wanted to do, but he felt obligated to do it. Being the most senior warrior of the team left, it feels like his duty to do it.
He's keeping it short and to the point though. His voice wavering some as he speaks, despite his best efforts. He never was good at controlling his emotions, and this isn't the best time to try.]
Optimus Prime...is dead.
[He would've cut it right there, but then he remembers. Right, he has to clarify which one.]
Our...Optimus Prime.
[With that, he cuts the feed. Primus he could use some high grade right now.] | | |
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