[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]

[darthmalgus]

Failure is generally unacceptable -- but it also depends on what you were doing.

[video]

[sword_redemption]

[Drift should probably not get involved but...he's Drift.]

What did Ultra Magnus have you do?

[Video]

[littlecrowgirl]

[Cheetor, what are you doing in the junkpile? Kay frequents there a lot...but she doesn't say she failed a mission at all. She can only ask.]

Kitty? What happened?

[raceme]

Cheetor? Are you okay? I was wondering why _{was you skipping<7sub> work.}

[Video | Private]

[vectorianpolarity]

You feel well?

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

VOICE;

[thehardway]

Cheetor, you're--

[Alive. Somehow.]

Report your status.

[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.