re_alignment | AUDIO;

To all of the new refugees:

I am Ultra Magnus. Second-in-command of the Lost Light, the duly appointed enforcer of the Tyrest Accord, second-in-command of the local law enforcement of this Cybertron, and one of the members of the law committee.

Many of you are arriving with concerns and questions, naturally. We understand; many of us are here to assist you. Should you find your questions unanswered, I will attempt to guide you. However, I will admit, there are many things I don't yet know, but I will work to find you an answer. The circumstances of your arrival have been curious. [And worrisome.]

Wing and Drift are offering a location for your temporary stay. Perhaps we could work on something slightly more personable for you in the future. That can be a project worth arranging if Haven's Hub does not have enough space.

To remaining citizens:

Blurr has begun a memorial service in regards those lost to us and the dead. If you wish to pay your respects, perhaps you should observe what he's done.

I am aware of First Aid's murder. I will investigate. I will find who was responsible. And they will be brought to justice. This is not a promise, it is a fact. A truth.

I request that you remain as helpful and welcoming to our new arrivals as much as you can be.

[Private to: FIRSTFORGED]

I have several questions, should any of you be available.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Did you really win the war.

[his voice is tired and cracked and drained, but there's an underlying gravelly strength --more than resignation. He'll ask Optimus himself for a straight answer if he has to.]

No one won, particularly.

That's what I keep hearing.

Alright.

I'm one of the ones. --The ones without a mark or. Whatever you want to call it. You want to help us, and not throw us in prison? I have two--two of my men are here with me.

I'll keep them out of trouble, if you don't fire on us first.

Glyphless is the name for it, apparently.

No. Regardless of your faction or your lack of glyph, I have no interest in arresting you unless you break a law here. Keep your men in line, and we won't have any problems.

That is acceptable.

Your name?

Is taking things from the junk pile against the law?

[he sounds--calm. And like he's trying to proactively avoid trouble, which is the main reason he's still alive, probably.]

Krok.

No. The junk pile is free-for-all. Taking from another, naturally, would be stealing.

[The behavior... is good. He'll accept all of that.]

Krok. You and yours are now inhabitants of this Cybertron. I will not move against you so long as no law is broken. This also means all civilians are under my protection.

All of them.

[He doesn't like Decepticons, for good reason. But the war is done. He has no reason to act against them now, only look on in quiet suspicion.]