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[video] Enter the Fanboy

[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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Ironfist..?

[ Oh. Oh dear. ]

[Palpable relief. ]

Perceptor! You're here! It's really you!

What happened to Verity? To Springer? I..you're doing audio because you're 'mid-repair' too, aren't you?

[Fweeeeeeeee that is his enthusiasm sputtering out.]

They are safe. Has anyone explained to you what is going on? [ He's just. Going to ignore that question about repairs. ]

[He's going to try to stare into the feed, as if he can make it turn into video. STARE.]

I, yeah, someone named Vandal tells me Overlord got you.

[Skillfully bringing it back on topic. Like a conversational ninja.]

He did.

Ironfist, what's the last thing you can remember before you woke up on the planet?

[Screaming 'don't come any closer' like a wuss?]

Springer had just, uh.

...he lost his face.

[That is so hard not to turn into a Fisitronism, you have no idea.]

And I was going to activate the chips and then everything hurt and then I was here.

I thought I must have failed.

[ There's a long pause, then Perceptor signs softly. ]

We completed our mission. [ That's all Ironfist needs to know. ]

We are currently on a version of Cybertron in another dimension. We were brought here through the anomaly known as the Lambda, which is located over the area referred to as the 'junk pile.' The Lambda connects a currently unknown number of universes and timelines. By your standard, I am from the future. You are from my past.

D-did I die?

[Because that sounds pretty ominous, not gonna lie.]

[Junk Pile: not really a poetic name. But fitting.]

So why are we here? And why is Overlord here?

You survived the mission.

[ Just. Not what came after. ]

We came through an anomaly known as the Lambda. It appears to be a rift in time and space connecting a multitude of universes and timelines. At this time there is no known way to return through it.

I suppose that's...more than a lot of us did.

[Oh, hello there, Survivor's Guilt.]

Who else made it?

So we're stuck here? [He's not quite sure how to feel about that.]

[ Perceptor is silent for a moment, then a file blinks through the system. A full list of casualties and survivors from the mission, including injuries and causes of death. ]

We are. Various parties are investigating potential routes home, but as of yet no one has come forward with a solution.

[A sober moment as he scans the file. There's no way he could have turned this into a Declassified, even if he could believe in that anymore. ]

And while we're here? Is there, uh, is there anything I can do?

If you wish to make yourself useful, there are a number of potential outlets for your efforts. Individuals such as Jetfire have expressed an interest in studying the Lambda, there is a small garden being tended for the purposes of feeding the organic population, or there is a fledging police force. Alternatively, they could always use more hands in the medbay.

All I've ever worked on is weapons.

[And it had been good enough--or so he'd thought. But now, with Aequitas in his head, he felt heavy with guilt.]

I don't want to do that anymore.

Whatever you choose to do here, Ironfist, I am sure people will be happy to have you.

Sure.

[A pause, like he's going to shut off the feed.]

Perceptor? How did you do it?

How did I do what?

How did you, you know...

...not fail at it like I did.

You didn't fail, Ironfist.

I did.

It wasn't how I thought it was going to be. I didn't even do my part.

It's never how it sounds in the reports, on the feeds.

You did your part, Ironfist, and then plenty more. I am glad that we had you with us, and what happened after... It seemed so avoidable.

Do you still have the bullet in your helm?

But you knew that. Or you figured it out better than I did.

_{Yes. Of course.}

When... I am recovered, I would appreciate it if you would allow me to examine it.

Perceptor. There's nothing you can do to fix it.

[A soft noise.]

If you want. But it won't help.

I want to try. We've both seen enough needless death, we don't need another.

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