[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

[video]

[sword_redemption]

[He merely grins. ]

I'm not 'cool'. This place is dangerous and anything that prepares someone to face it better is simply common sense.

[video]

[copperkitty]

[Nope, he still thinks you're cool, deal with it.]

When I'm done, I'll be ready to face anything!

I'll make Ultra Magnus proud for sure!

[video]

[sword_redemption]

I'll do my best to make that happen.

[A small smile.]

But you should concentrate on making yourself proud, first.