[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.

Comments

[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.