voice;

[sciencetank]

[Contrary to his previous postings, this time, Perceptor sounds rather harried.]

Yes, it would seem I've been tasked with a rather unpleasant notification...

Regardless, Commander Ultra Magnus wished me to inform the lot of you that he has, somehow, managed to subdue the Decepticon known as "Overlord", and, exceptionally pretentious title aside, wished the denizens of the Haven to be notified.

[There are some tapping noises, as he's apparently working on something while he makes this announcement.]

He is currently in the process of returning the casualties and wounded to the local medical bay. Any medical staff currently in residence are asked to prepare both themselves and their equipment as speedily as possible.

... which, I suppose includes myself. So if someone would be so kind as to ah, point me in the general direction...



((ooc: with permission from Magnus and Overlord's muns :|b))

Comments

[voice]

[sword_redemption]

Cheetor came back. There's a chance these dead will, too.

[Drift sounds exhausted: it's been a long day.]

[voice]

[sciencetank]

A chance that -- have you gone mad?

It's utterly impossible for life to return to a dead shell. If that were so, a good many Autobots would still be functional right now. I understand that grief can cause wild grasping at seemingly ridiculous prospects but, false hope does little for the wounded.

[voice]

[sword_redemption]

It's happened. The mech who went after Jaguar.

The rules don't work here the same as they do wherever you're from.

[voice]

[sciencetank]

Who went after who?

Preposterous. Perhaps the "corpse" was simply misidentified.

[sword_redemption]

Cheetor. After the mech who swore it was his mission from Primus to kill all of us.

And he was pretty sure he was dead.

[sciencetank]

I believe I was absent for that little scenario, thankfully.

"Pretty sure" is not certainty.

[sword_redemption]

You may have been.

I believe him. You can, or not, but I choose to believe in others, and in hope.

[sciencetank]

You're welcome to do whatever it is you please. Myself, I'll continue seeing to the wounded, as necessary.

Concern myself with the wretched piles of dead metal when this mess has resolved itself.

[sword_redemption]

And when some of these dead come back? When Cheetor's proved right? Then what will you do?

[sciencetank]

Quite possibly throw myself off the top of a mountain -- Pit if I know.

It flies in the face of all scientific and biological fact.

[sword_redemption]

[A laugh.]

This place does. Ask your friends about Alpha Trion and his pages.

[Not gonna volunteer the whole 'turned into a Harajuku girl' thing. Nope.]

[sciencetank]

I prefer not to think on that. Any of that.

[sword_redemption]

Not thinking about it doesn't make it less real, though. That's denial.

[sciencetank]

Indeed it is. And truly a pleasant state to live in while the world appears to be in crisis.

[sword_redemption]

That just makes the crisis worse. Because you're not seeing clearly what you're doing.

[sciencetank]

I'm afraid I don't see how the 'pages' of an 'Alpha Trion' currently have an effect on those mutilated by a Decepticon war machine.

Or whatever it is he's classified as.

[sword_redemption]

It's about the fact that the rules here are different.

Before that, Prism was trapped in a human body by one of the First Forged. That was the First Forged, too.

Overlord is a phase sixer. Or was.

[sciencetank]

Prism? Who on Cybertron is that?

And, as I said, the matter of patching together the inevitable piles of spare parts I'm to be receiving takes precedence over matters metaphysical. I'll take it all into consideration once this matter has been resolved.

... Brilliant. Now. What is it that means? Such a term apparently does not exist in my world, or, if it did, I was never privy to hearing it.

[sword_redemption]

He's not on my Cybertron, or yours. He's from another different world. He has also nearly killed a few mechs.

Myself included.

[Sarcasm? Drift can't tell. ] They were the sixth stage of Decepticon siege protocols. Phase Six was the complete annihilation of life, to prepare a planet for cyberforming. One mech, who could do all that.

[sciencetank]

... Charming.

[Now that was sarcasm.]

Siege protocols...? No, I've never heard a word of any of that. What utterly delightful creatures, those Decepticons.

[sword_redemption]

At least everyone knows who he is, now.

[He sees your Sarcasm and counters with Bright Side.]

It was methodical. Decepticons believe that their existence takes precedence over any weaker species. [He knows because he was one. He believed that.]

[sciencetank]

Ah, finally, something that sounds familiar. Wretchedly familiar.

[sword_redemption]

Yes. [More than a little twinge of shame/embarrassment. He'd believed in it so much, as a future better than what he knew.] There were only three Phase Sixers but they were more than enough.

I can't imagine why he was brought here.

[sciencetank]

Likely to torment us all until we either expire, or, worse, tear our own wretched processors out from the unmitigated stress of it all.

[sword_redemption]

[...uh wow. That's a bit cynical. Drift blinks.]

I can't believe we'd be brought here just for that.