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[The video feed, when it clicks on, is a bit chaotic, the picture jerking about roughly. What landscape that can be discerned in the image, however, seems to be near the border of the badlands. Something large, mechanical, and sharp suddenly slashes into the frame and then back out again, like a weapon being thrust toward the camera.]

AAhhhhh! Cease and desist at once, you arachnid annoyance!

[Perceptor briefly flails into view for a moment, looking a bit flustered, before he ducks out of view again under another swipe of that weapon. Or rather, not a weapon, as the view shifts wildly to pan across a massive robotic spider with very large fangs lowered threateningly toward the camera.]

[As the view swings wildly again, there are muffled thuds and thumps and the thick clang of metal against metal that seem to hint at an epic struggle. Perceptor looks much more harried when he bounces into view again.]

I, ah, seem to have stumbled into a bit of an inconvenience... wherever this location is. If anyone is nearby, assistance would be greatly appreciated!

[There is an odd, almost liquid sound that splatters into the feed, and a sudden yelp from Perceptor as a stream of thick, greyish goop blasts past his head.]

As soon as possible?

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[schrodingersbot]

[Prepare for a hug, Drift, because telling Perceptor things like "nearly dying" and "getting tortured" makes him want to hug you with extreme prejudice. Which he then does.]

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[sword_redemption]

[ERK!!!]

[Drift is not used to being hugged. Not even in the weird Cyclonus-hugs-Whirl way.]


_{I'm...er...I got better?}

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[schrodingersbot]

Obviously. [That's a little muffled, because Perceptor has not yet released Drift. He finally does, though, and steps back, hands still upon Drift's shoulders as he peers up and down Drift's frame with a critical optic. Again.]

Your obvious physical improvement does not make what you were forced to endure acceptable, however. It merely makes it the past.

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[sword_redemption]

It's all right. I mean, it's not the worst thing that's happened to me. And the past has a way of not staying that way.

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[schrodingersbot]

[Your cunning plan to reassure Perceptor is... really having very much the opposite effect here Drift. Perceptor frowns with worry, his lower lip-plate protruding out subtly in what isn't quite a pout-- but it's close.]

Simply because you are more than capable of enduring, Drift, does not make it acceptable.

[He worries that lower lip-plate for a moment, looking down at his feet.]

I know I am not any sort of... of warrior... not like you, that is... However, [He looks back up now, and there's something hard and a little fierce in his too-bright gaze.] I promise to help protect you, as you have done for me.