Voice;

[patriarchic]

[The voice that comes over the Link is tired, grizzled and weirdly sounds--clogged, or a tiny bit slurred, like the person speaking is drugged or in pain or just woke up or sat through one of Optimus Prime's speeches.]

Alright, I'm assuming there's a Very Good Reason I woke up in what amounts to a garbage tip. And I want to hear it sooner rather than later, because somewhere along the line I lost my unit, and I need them back, now.

In unharmed condition.

Misfire. Crankcase. Spinister. [as smoothly as he had the others] Fulcrum. Report, if you're here. I want a full debriefing from any of you, in person--let's regroup and... well.

Let's not get too ambitious. Let's just regroup, and take it from there.

Comments

[vandalization]

Hey there, I met one of your buddies, Fulcrum. He's here and he's safe for what it's worth. I can answer any questions you have.

If you need medical attention or fuel, I can also point you in the right durection.

[patriarchic]

[hello fellow robot] Good. Thank you.

I'm gonna need a medic, I have--[holes in my face] A thing. ...It's not a threat to my function, though.

[vandalization]

[ She won't correct you.] Hey, no injury too small. Anything I can do to make people more comfortable.

I'm working down at the bar since everyone is gathering there now, do you need coordinates? If you can't walk I can have someone bring me out to you.

[patriarchic]

I've--I can walk. [he doesn't want to rack up more debt] What's your designation?

[vandalization]

Kay.

I'm Vandal.

[patriarchic]

[sounds like a 'Con. Sold.]

Great. Good to know you.

Been stuck here long, Vandal?

[vandalization]

Months, yeah. We have our ups and downs.

[patriarchic]

Mostly downs, from the look of it.

Any way I can pay you back, let me know.

[vandalization]

Ah don't worry about it. We're all in this together.