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[McCrane has managed to collect a large number of basic building supplies, most of which he has amassed on and in the back of his alt mode. The video is from within his cab, driving, the occasional bounce showing some of the steel beams he has piled on top.]

With fuel no longer being a problem for myself or my companions, we have the time for other pursuits.

[Having the time to not slowly die was an enjoyable experience, he'd found.]

Although I will be assisting my team in building our headquarters, I wanted to offer my services to anyone else who may need a machine familiar with construction. I can provide architectural schematics, advice, and supplies.

I can also lift...just about anything.

[He is a crane. It's what he can do.]

[Locked to Prime!Scream, though probably not securely.]

Your list was...exhaustive. Nevertheless, I think you might be interested in these:

[The camera changes to show the pieces of a number of specific tools that Starscream was looking for sitting on McCrane's front seat. They aren't full tools, but with a little help they could be jury-rigged to be.]

[Sitting next to the tool-bits is a pile of datapads, collected specifically for...]

[Locked to Ani!Scream, though probably not securely.]

[The camera opens on the pile of datapads in his front cab-seat, sitting next to a number of pieces of cybertronian-looking tools.]

Hopefully one of these will do.

[Because McCrane can't actually tell what is on them.]

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When you return. When all of you go back. All of you have choices--

[It comes out hotter, angrier than he means it to. He's never felt like this before, never felt so desperate and alone.]

[Never hurt like this before.]

[It's difficult to control, difficult not to lash out from pure inexperience. But he does manage, in the end, to check himself. To try and yank the veneer of calm back down again.]

Go back... How does that --?

Do you even know if it's possible?

[McCrane flinches, glad that Kagerou cannot see.] I'm sorry. [It's all he can say.] But I'll do what I can to fix it.

To find a way to make it possible.

Would you want that, if we can?

[How is that even a question?]

I want to do as he told me to. I want to live.

I want to...

[... to see him once more. Just once.]

I've already said what it is I want to do. Knowing that... you should already have your answer.

That is confirmation enough for me. [He nods, and makes a few notes for extra supplies to pick up.]

I will talk to the Firstforged about the Lambda, and I'll build that perch, as promised.

It will be there for you, if that becomes something you want.

...

So will we.

[He remembers when Gunmax was having difficulty acclimatizing. Kagerou was...about as far from Gunmax as he could be, but despite that, they all came from the same mold. None of them enjoyed being alone, forever.]

...

[But you aren't him.]

[How does he rely on other people. How is that even a thing that's possible.]

[There's more silence. While he tries to figure out an answer to that.]

When it's possible for me to make a choice of where to go next... when I can leave... I will give you an answer.

Is that... acceptable?

[It's more than acceptable, and so McCrane smiles.] It is.

Thank you, for giving us this chance. I hope we can get to know you better, before any decisions have to be made?

If that is what you want.

[He'll try. He can't make any assurances he'll be good at this, but he'll try.]

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