[Get out your popcorn, mechs, ladies and gentlemen because you are getting a show to watch. And who’s hosting that? Why yes, your two less favorite medics. Barricade is black, while Knock Out is the red text.]

Ehem. [Knock Out sports a huge grin and looks pretty darn proud of himself, meanwhile Barricade is leaning against a berth with his arms crossed, a smirk on his face.]

It came to our attention that keeping all your medical resources as well as all your doctors in the same place at the same time is the worse idea anyone ever had since Starscream decided that stiletto heels were trendy.

[Knock Out could recite a long list of bad decisions that Starscream made, but that's neither here nor there.] We would like you all to be the first to know that the new clinic is currently open.

Don’t worry, we’re still in Solus’s temple – just in a different spot. Now with our facility you’ve got one-stop shoppin’ f’r all your upgrade needs. And if someone happened to pop your arm off and beat you with it, we’d be happy to re-attach it and get those nasty dents out. Even touch up your paint.

Now, time for a virtual visit.

[Knock Out pats the head of the droid holding the camera gently and it starts moving around the clinic for people to see how it looks. Flonne smiels and waves at the camera when it walks past the reception desk.

There's a ridiculous amount of pristine walls and white floors, and the space is big. Way bigger than it was intended to be at first, sorry Solus, Knock Out got a bit trigger happy when it came to knock down a few walls.]

[The camera shows Wing's quarters, a breeze lightly rustling a curtain behind the two mechs. Drift's standing, almost pacing, as though he's been talked into this and is still not very comfortable.]

[He hesitates, trying to gather the right words. It's so much easier when he's writing it for someone else.]

A lot--more mechs than we even know--died here, or went missing. Everyone deserves to be remembered, whether we have their bodies or not. They were all like us, and we, any of us, could disappear or....worse, ourselves.

[Ghosts, zombies, the unknown fate of the badlands: so many options, all of them terrible. Wing doesn’t like any of those notions, but this idea is heartening. He rises from his seat near the window.]

If there’s one thing recent events have taught us, it’s that memories have a power of their own. We need a way, not just to mourn, but to remember those no longer with us, both past and future. To honor them. And maybe keep hope alive for the lost.

We were thinking of a place, not like a cemetery, but some place that recalls them as they were. This is for all of us, not just Cybertronians, so we were kind of wondering. How do you celebrate the memories of those you've lost in your worlds?