[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

[audio]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

It's good you're all right, but check in with a medic immediately. Have to make sure your pride's not the only thing that sustained injury.

[audio]

[copperkitty]

I'm fine!

At least... I'm not injured anymore.

I think.

[Nope he's not going to see a medic if he can help it.]

[audio]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

You think? Yes, right, definitely see a medic. [YES YOU WILL GO]

[audio]

[copperkitty]

[N O P E]

No, I mean I'm fine!

I know that for sure.

Just a little tired is all!

[audio]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

You should still undergo a diagnostic scan to pick up any possible underlying conditions. [YOU STUBBORN LITTLE JERK]

[audio]

[copperkitty]

[HE'S NOT SEEING NO MEDIC AND YOU CAN'T MAKE HIM.]

Okay, fine, I'll check in with someone later.

[He's lying.]