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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.

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No.

Poorly developed sarcasm? A paraphrasing of someone else's humor?

No. I meant what I said, Perceptor. It's what Vector Prime told me. He was very serious about it.

As serious as I am.

... Ah. That does put a rather extreme spin on things.

Does he have any evidence to support his claim? Previous instances of arrivals in this fashion? Anything?

The last bout of Glyphless here were literally monsters, apparently. There are several witnesses to that fact.

But I don't want to believe he's correct.

Monsters. I'd be more inclined to agree with this Vector Prime if this batch of arrivals followed the same pattern.

Since they don't... he really has nothing to support himself. Not as far as I can see. These arrivals have yet to show any signs of madness in the slightest -- not the ah, homicidal sort, any rate.

Perhaps he's simply paranoid.

True. I will take his words into mind, but without proper facts and evidence to be presented, perhaps it is just that. Paranoia.

Paranoia which appears to be preventing these new arrivals from entering the temples altogether. A badly damaged AI arrived, only to be barred from the medical bay when we attempted repairs.

If anything should happen to the Autobots arriving... We've no way to get them medical assistance, short of dragging the equipment out of the building. And I doubt I need to tell you what an utter mess that sort of operation can be.

Right. We need a medbay that's not in the temple.

Perhaps we could arrange something by the police station or the recreational center.

Handing out another assignment, Commander?

[Because the last one you gave him worked out so well.]

If you choose to accept. I can delegate the task to another.

I may as well. It isn't as if the populace can be any more riled up where I'm concerned, as it were...

It can be, if we tell them the perspective of the Firstforged.

That paranoia is the reason their friends are barred from entering temples?

I can't imagine that's going to go over well.

Wing suggested we keep it silent.

So then, we suggest hauling valuable medical supplies out to a new location, and simply make up the reasoning behind our rather sudden, potentially mad, decision out of our tailpipes?

Not all of the medical supplies. Our reasoning could be that one sole designated location for repairs is illogical and multiple locations should be available for civilians.

Which is truthful; I had been debating making the suggestion.

...This is going to turn out poorly. [He isn't going to be able to lie.]

Mm, perhaps not, if we manage to stick to that as our only reason for the endeavor.

... Meaning perhaps you should do your utmost to only nod and grunt, occasionally.

[i.e. DON'T OPEN YOUR MOUTH MAGNUS YOU'RE GOING TO MESS IT UP.]

I have. Sadly come to the conclusion that I may need Starscream to inform the populace...

... Starscream?

Have you blown all your logic circuitry?

I cannot abide to lying to these people, especially my commanding officer. Starscream is more politically minded and has no problem amending the truth to some degree.

Until I can find reason to tell everyone about the Firstforged and what they had to say, it. May be our best option.

I do not make this a light decision, Perceptor.

He's also Starscream.

What reason does anyone here have to believe anyone answering to that designation? Unless the one you know differs vastly in his ambitions and... demeanor... than that of others, my own included, others may be less than thrilled to listen to him.

They may even consider it some sort of trick.

I'm hardly attempting to imply you're being rash, Commander, merely pointing out the abominable flaws.

I understand and I appreciate your thought. This Starscream is from my own universe. I do not trust him. But I trust his ambition and that he is sincerely looking out for his Decepticons. He is also trusted by some Autobots here and is part of the law committee.

I don't like it. But I have few others who can make this announcement and make it lack of suspicion... especially when I can't do it myself.

... Part of the law committee. This planet truly is mad. Absolutely off its processing components.

[Just a second, he has to calm his space British.]

Primus.

If it's our only choice, very well. But, for the records, I think this is an absolutely wretched idea.

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