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Hey. Haven.

There are a few points we need to discuss.

[And Skids, being the unofficial announcer of all 'Committee' things, was taking it upon himself to bring them up.]

First of all, as far as I can tell everyone is starting to return to normal. That's good.

[He didn't really like being on the other end of the whole 'not remembering' thing.]

However, the Pillar is still here, and the Firstforged are still not. I'm open to suggestions on how to deal with this.

[Surely someone had gathered some information that would prove useful.]

Second, it looks like Knockout has applied to be on the Defense committee. I'll leave the voting up to Black Arachnia, so if anyone objects to his presence let her know.

It might not be a bad idea to have voting for an announcer, too, unless it sounds like I have a good voice for a holocube reporter. I won't do the weather, though.

[Granted, it was something he could do, but...well, who knew how long it would be before he was bored of it on a world where 'dry and sunny' happened every day.]

Finally...

And most pressingly...

I need help.

[He doesn't even know how to go about asking.]

Of the medical variety, or the scientific variety, or the any variety, because...

Well. Lets just say Knockout passed on his special 'talents' before Barricade got to him.

That's all.

[He stops transmitting and hopes that wasn't too cryptic...but just in case it was, he opens up a private transmission to both Perceptor and Dead End:]

[Private to Perceptor and Dead End]

Specifically...what am I supposed to do if I...uh. Want the energon of the living?

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... You what now?

I'm attempting to deal with the pillar, myself. If that's of any consolation.

I've got some hunger issues.

Some...pretty massive hunger issues. Do you remember when you gave me that altered energon? Because it feels a lot like that.

[But, you know, with the added 'wanting it from alive folks' part.]

Have you found out anything?

Yes... But I thought we determined those effects weren't lasting. They'd worn off by now, I thought...

I can attempt to synthesize something more, if that might... do something. When did this occurr?

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Nothing yet.

They had.

This...this is something new. And if you can whip up a batch of your strongest synthetic then maybe that will be enough to satiate me.

[He hopes. He really hopes, because this has been getting harder to ignore.]

So our situation assessment is that we're lacking Firstforged, there's still something around that drives people crazy, and its not going anywhere any time soon?

Primus... When did this start?

I can try. It would be simpler if my lab weren't still partially in ruins. But... hm. I'll see what I can do. Can you give me twenty-four hours?

[Hey, it's a goal to focus on, instead of brooding over the Pillar chunk and Wheeljack.]

Something like that, yes. Glorious, isn't it? Data is wildly unhelpful at this point.

It started when Knockout bit me.

I think he was infected with something, because the last time I checked he didn't have additional...biting...aparatuses.

[Now Skids does, too. He doesn't like to think on that.]

Take all the time you need. I'll be...here.

I wish I could help more with the situation, but I'm thinking it'd be best to stay locked in my room right now.

Bit you?

... Primus. Have you seen a medic? There's only so much I can do with an infection. I work with physical sciences, not with repairs and medicine.

[He huffs, engine rumbling irritably.]

If I had a spare sample, believe you me, I'd send it. Grimlock simply... eradicated everything.

Give me twelve hours. I'll bring you... something.

Not yet. I'm hoping one contacts me after this broadcast. A specialist, maybe.

...if one can specialize in this sort of thing.

[He's thinking it might take a little of both medicine and science to take care of this 'infection.' Maybe some magic too.]

I can wait. Dead End says he has something that might help, and if not...then you're my only hope Perceptor.

[Especially because if you bring him something, then at the very least he'll get to bite you. Maybe. He probably shouldn't think on that anymore.]

Well, if they don't, you bloody well need to march over and find one. I'm a scientist, not a medic. I've basic field first aid learned, but hardly much of anything beyond.

[But he'll do what he can on his end. It's better than brooding, at any rate.]

Oh please don't say that. The last time someone told me that, I was roped into the entire Ark project...

[Oh hush it, you don't mind at all.]

They're in Solus's temple, right?

Jetfire says he'll be taking a sample of my energon to see what's going on with it. I could grab an extra sample for you?

[Which is totally romantic. Except not.]

I thought you worked well under pressure?

As far as I know.

Yes, do so. It may help, at least to determine if there's a specific deficiency involved in this problem. If there is, then correcting that may stave off this urge of yours. Theoretically.

[Totally.]

To an extent, yes, of course I do. However... [He hesitates, then, brushes it off.] No, never mind it. Forget I mentioned a thing.

Theoretically is good enough for me.

[Since he is a theoretician and all.]

...

Forget what?

[Nope, not going to get him off that easily.]

Then get me a sample. We'll see what can be done.

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Nothing.

[Because THAT'S going to stave off the questions.]

I've also been contacted by a medic. I'm sure you'll recharge better knowing I'm in good hands.

[The best hands, actually. Just not the sanest ones.]

Perceptor.

Yes... that does help assuage horrific fears, somewhat.

[Why is everyone he knows freaking out.]

... That is my name.

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[private] Oh my god Perceptor we need to get you some relief quick!

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