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[The audio starts up out of the blue, with only a brief pause at the beginning. Even so, every word seems deliberate and carefully chosen.]

Sorry about the timin'a this, but... I've been thinkin' a lot lately. Dangerous habit, I know.

This is the third multidimensional hub I've been in. I've gotten ripped out of dimensions more than I can explain. I've gone backwards in time twice... forwards once. Turned into a human and a cat. Heh, got haiku-powered jet boosters for a while. I rebuilt my own legs from scratch. I've had my processor picked over more times than I'd like. I've lost more friends than I ever wanted to... and made a few more than I've expected. Including a few that were too stubborn to give up on me when they should have. I've seen how how our wars start... and I've seen them end.

And the one ending was enough. Three hubs has been too much, and I'm too old. I know too much that would compromise this Cybertron's chance at having its own future.

I can't stay.

I have a few things to finish up, still, but in a week... I'm leaving. I've heard rumors of a place in the Outlands that could use someone like me, and I've dug out the clues I need to get there.

I'll be contacting a few of you individually; this is what the humans call the Season of Giving, and I have things to give you. Call them parting gifts if you will.

{{Individuals on this list will be getting special presents as listed, though if Barricade is so much as a passing acquaintance of his you can expect a few cubes of high grade left outside your door (or a six-pack of beer if you're human).))

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It's my good looks and charming demeanor, ain't it?

[He only teases because he cares. He does like Red Alert, really. In spite of - or partially because of - that tussle while he wasn't entirely himself.]

Maybe I am. But there's a couple fellas out there that need me too. And I'm hoping to alleviate the need for me here with my gifts... of which I have a few for you.

For me?

[She seems extremely surprised by this, and it takes a lot to draw a reaction from her.]

That's unnecessary, but thank you.

Nah, for your twin sister. Of course for you.

I didn't have to but I wanted to. Figure if I'm leaving then I don't want to leave you all high and dry. Beside, I have three dimensional nexii worth of medical expertise that should not be lost... among other things.

[He can't spoil all the surprises.]

I will put that medical information to good use.

[Suddenly she's very interested. Red Alert has been making pretty good progress on her own, but she's not about to turn down help if it comes to her.]

I'm... sorry that we didn't get to talk more. Socializing isn't one of my strong points.

I hope so; there's some rare and unusual parts out there that might end up here, and it's best if they stay intact.

[A number of which haven't shown up just yet; he doesn't know how many here know what to do when faced with triple-changers, combiners, symbiont-host pairs - or people with minicon ports.]

If it makes you feel better, I've been holed up and working a lot. But. We've got about a week before I leave. If you've questions about the data... or just want to share a cube.

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