[video] Enter the Fanboy

[cerebroshellshocked]

[The video feed pops on, to a slightly breathless sounding voice and a worried pair of blue optics.]

...must have gotten knocked out.

Perceptor?  Verity?    Springer?  A-anyone? 

[He tries to make his voice sound a little calmer, a little less unnerved. ]

I'm okay. Something must've, uh, hit me on the head or something.

[Not, you know, the passing out thing. Of course not]

Tell me it's over.

Tell me...we won.

...

Tell me I'm not alone.

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[cerebroshellshocked]

I do. Because it was wrong. All of it. I guess I thought I was brave for protecting him from his own actions.

[Ironfist really is. It's sad how sad he is.]

The, uh, the Aequitas something.

[chatterbot]

[It is sad. It's so sad that Swerve can't even manage a reply to that, other than a few open-close mouth motions. He wants to make Ironfist feel better, but he's not sure how, and he's not even sure the other mech wants to feel better anyway, so he just doesn't say anything about that.]

Aequitas? [He's gotta scan though that particular W:D thing in his memory banks, but then his eyeride gives the impression of widening optics behind his visor.] Oooooooh.

[cerebroshellshocked]

[Ironfist can feel the sad. And the really, really unnatural silence. ]

Yes. And I know the truth now, everything we've done.

Everything I've done.

[He looks aside.] We kill people. Just as much as any front line mech. We just tell ourselves we're better.

[chatterbot]

[He can't really say he feels the same, considering his line of work, but that's really the truth of it all. They were apart of the war effort, and that meant doing science that would be used to kill other mechs. Just one more cog in the ever moving machine.

He sighs and slumps a bit.]

Yeah, there's really no denying that, is there?

[cerebroshellshocked]

[War was necessary, but it was evil. He thought of it each time he lost another friend and it hurt less and less.]

No. But we do anyway.
[Anyway, enough awkward? He hopes.] So, here, no war? No fighting?

[chatterbot]

Yeah...

[Oh, are we changing the subject now? Thank Primus.]

Yup! No war or fighting or anything. We've got a whole committee to keep it from happening. I mean, there've been a few incidents, but that's not really anyone's fault. Except the ones who started it, obviously. But there hasn't been anything large scale.

[cerebroshellshocked]

That sounds...really nice. D-do you need scientists?

[chatterbot]

I'm not really sure? I just bartend down at Wing's bar. It's kind of a thing I decided to take up after the war a while ago. Me an' Blurr had planned a thing, but it was kind of stupid in retrospect. So I was doing it on the Lost Light, and now I'm doing it here.