[Accidental Video] [Transmitting from: The Junkpile]

[copperkitty]

[Oh hey the camera is rolling, that's interesting! Too bad there's nothing in sight besides a nearby junkpile. A groan can be heard from somewhere and a yellow hand appears on the feed, closely followed by a familiar face as Cheetor does an unexpected faceplant. He feels so... wrong. So weak, he almost can't push himself to his feet.

What happened?

A green eye opens and stares listlessly at his communicator for a moment, as if he can't comprehend what he's seeing. He blinks and suddenly it all comes back to him: Jaguar! His mission! Wait, what happened he can remember...

Oh.

He died didn't he?

Yes.

Wow.

This brings up a whole host of new questions, but first he should, y'know, say something. He manages to push himself up into a sitting position, leaning against a metal column as he tries to figure out what he should say.]

So...

I guess I failed my mission. Sorry Ultra Magnus, I'll do better next time.

[He has yet to truly wrap his mind around what just happened to him...]

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[vectorianpolarity]

You feel well?

[there's concern, there, yes, but also something else in Vector's manner. something intent.]

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[copperkitty]

No!

I feel... ugh.

[Give him a moment, he'll be properly coherent in an hour or so.]

What happened to me? I shouldn't...

[He's more than a little bit frightened here. None of this feels right.]

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[vectorianpolarity]

[Vector frowns, regarding the groggy mech]

You...you were in a very grave position. I will send an Acolyte to ensure you stabilize.

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[copperkitty]

[That does absolutely nothing to soothe the frightened Autobot. That just confirms his belief that something is very, very wrong here.]

But what happened?

Did I really die?

How am I here?

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[vectorianpolarity]

[have a short pause before Vector answers. when he does, he's...a bit terse, but not rudely so.]

Yes, you did. But your spark was restored.

[it seems more to be a matter he doesn't want to talk about it very much.]

It would be best if you did not stress it so, again.

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[copperkitty]

Oh.

[Okay.]

Does... that mean that we really can't die here?

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[vectorianpolarity]

I cannot guarantee such a thing. Some things...are out of our power, for all that we do try to ensure a safe place. As you have no doubt already seen.

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[copperkitty]

So would I be brought back if I were offlined again, or do we have just one extra life?

[Don't get him wrong, he's REALLY glad that he's not dead.]

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[vectorianpolarity]

Act as though you never had an 'extra' in the first place. [another frown] You are important to us, but I will make no promises I am not certain I can keep.

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[copperkitty]

Why don't you make it common knowledge?

This would have been nice to know earlier.

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[vectorianpolarity]

Perhaps, but it is dangerous, I have found. To believe that death is nothing...

[he shakes his head, the gesture speaking for itself]

Take care, Cheetor. We may not be able to catch you again, and if you put yourself in danger because you thought we could...I would be...disappointed.

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[copperkitty]

I'm sorry.

[Cheetor hates disappointing people. As far as he's concerned, that's the worst part about dying, besides the actual dying part. He wants people to be proud of him, not upset or disappointed. How's he going to prove that he's a good autobot if everyone knows that he's died?]

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[vectorianpolarity]

...

[he simply nods once, and then terminates the connection. there's not much he can say to that...

...but he does accept the apology, it seems.]