[Text] [Transmission Originating From: Vectorian Sector]

[wakizashi_straight]

One of the creatures has gotten into Vector Prime's temple. I cannot keep it occupied forever.

Requesting assistance.

[He's grateful that's it's only a couple feet taller than him - he can compensate for that - and for the fact that he was built to be as flashy as he is. He can keep the ugly thing interested in him.

But... well, half the people he knows warned him to call if something happened, and this is definitely something.]

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[voice]

[sword_redemption]

[Frag. Frag. Frag. He needs another word, even stronger than that. One of Kup's thermonuclear invectives. Hell, he needs all of them.]

[Because he promised the robot he'd help, but right now...Drift's barely managing to help himself. Something--he has no idea what--is wrong. His systems keep flaring into alarms, pain rocketing over him so hard that at times his joints lock. ]

How long can you hold out?

[text]

[wakizashi_straight]

[Lucky for the both of them that Noisy Boy is in (mostly) fully-working order and that staying in has given his battery some time to regenerate a charge. Unfortunately, estimating how long his battery lasts isn't something he's the best at.]

Perhaps an hour and a half, unless it starts disassembling me.

[He's been leading most of his defensive maneuvers with his left to prevent his right arm from being a target again.]

[audio]

[sword_redemption]

Right.

I'll try to make it.

[That's the only weakness he's going to admit.]

No cowardice in running, if it comes to that.

[text]

[wakizashi_straight]

Someone will. Do not worry.

[Noisy Boy is probably too faithful that way, but. He can't really help it.]

I am not programmed to run. Besides, what if it attacks someone else less capable than I am because I left?