[Video] [Transmitting from: Haven's Hub]

[winged_knight]

[The camera comes on and there’s a beat of hesitation. Drift is not known for leadership skills. But he’s trying. Because Ultra Magnus’s chiding last time had stung. He hadn’t stepped up. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. He glances over at Wing, as though waiting a cue and receiving a minuscule nod.]

So, we have some new arrivals. Who arrived just like we did, apparently: in the Junk Pile, with no one to meet them and help them.

Their immediate need is for safety and food and lodging. They’re our responsibility. They’re ours, in many cases. We need to come together to help them.

[He steps back, looking a bit worriedly at Wing. For all Wing's weary appearance--pale optics, limp pinions and audial flares that look woefully crumpled--he still gives a reassuring smile and steps forward.]

We'd like to invite these new arrivals to Haven's Hub. Much of it is still being built, but there's a bar that's almost finished where you can find sustenance and a place to rest in safety until we figure out something better.

To find it from the Junk Pile, point yourself towards the light coming from the mountain to the south--that's Prima's Temple. You can find the Hub on the outskirts of the Junk Pile on your way there.

We're all refugees here so it's nothing fancy, but it's fuel, food and shelter if you want it.

[Wing smiles more brightly this time, returning to Drift's side.]

Know that you're welcome.


Locked to Swerve

Swerve, are you still interested in manning the bar for us? I could use your help if you're so inclined? Ah, ASAP if possible?

[He really looks like he needs a nap. And probably should not be pouring alcohol.]

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[sword_redemption]

That's your choice. The offer's still open.

Or if you have a better suggestion to get what you need?

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[patriarchic]

I know we can't exactly requisition it from here.

That still doesn't mean I'm trusting my team to you with no questions asked.

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[sword_redemption]

We're trying to help with what little we have. It's the best we can do, as we all try to survive here. We want to help.

And if you have questions: ask.

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[patriarchic]

What do you expect in return. How long will you put any of us up for. Who won the war. And are you planning on trying to disarm us at any point.

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[sword_redemption]

That if we ask for help--if you have skills that are needed, like medic or repair or fighting--you'll at least consider helping.

No one won the war. Not really. All we did was stop the Dead Universe, and in the end of it, the Autobots were in a slightly better position to take advantage.

And no. You'll need weapons to defend yourself. We've had attacks before.

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[patriarchic]

So bartering skills for fuel. ...All right, that's doable.

[briefly crushed] The Autobots -...[hardens up again] Fine. Fine. Good. --Thanks.

...attacks from what?

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[sword_redemption]

All right. [He nods, somewhat relieved.]

If there's a Decepticon here you trust you'd want to come with you, you're more than welcome to go through them. It's a lot to get used to.

There were some shark-things a while ago. If you go too near the badlands you'll see some things that kind of look like the Swarm.

[He hesitates: he doesn't want to say this because it sort of ruins the whole kumbaya vibe he's going for, but it's the truth, and he'd rather speak the truth than win someone on falsehood.] And there are some people here you should avoid.

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[patriarchic]

I'm not putting anyone at risk if I can help it.

[but he does clearly appreciate the straightforwardness]

I'm listening, Dea--..what do you go by, now? Drift?

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[sword_redemption]

I don't blame you. Take all the precautions you need.

[All Drift is asking for is a chance.]

Drift. I'm not Deadlock anymore.