[Video: Originating from the Solian Temple]

[tearsofsteel]

[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?!

Comments

[ voice ]

[tearsofsteel]

Taken for...experimentation.

[He internally recoils from the photo. That was terrible.]

Looks like Black Ghost was behind this too...

[ voice ]

[docbot]

[ Ratchet has to pause to take that in. ]

... I see.

No, these were purely due to the Lambda, but, ah. I assume this Black Ghost was behind evil deeds where you come from?

[ voice ]

[tearsofsteel]

Lambada, that tear in the sky, right?

Black Ghost was behind a lot horrors. They wanted unending war...I'm not sure if they got what they wanted at this point...

[ voice ]

[docbot]

Yes, exactly.

That... sounds terrible. [ He doesn't know how to respond. This problem isn't really fixable from here, is it? ] I'm sorry.

[ voice ]

[tearsofsteel]

Nothing you can do about it, right? Appreciate the sentiment.