[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

[audio]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

There is no war here, on this Cybertron.

That doesn't mean it isn't over to some people, unfortunately.

[video]

[cerebroshellshocked]

...are you injured, too?

[What is with everyone hiding themselves?]

That's okay. _{I don't think I'm very good at war}.

[audio]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

No. I'm a medic. Ambulon. I'm simply offering my services.

And, I'll be honest, too: fighting was never my strongest point, either.

[video]

[cerebroshellshocked]

Oh. I'm, uh, distressingly uninjured.

[Except for the hole in his helm, you know.]

But you never wanted it to be, I bet.

[audio]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[smirks; he likes you. you're modest and not insane. so far.]

No, can't say I ever have.

I hope you've found at least some of your comrades.

[video]

[cerebroshellshocked]

I did. I thought it was what I was always meant to do.

I was...wrong.

[He nods.] I have and I've missed a lot. But that's, well, that's not here.