[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...]

Comments

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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.]