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2018-08-09 To: Prowl

prowl,

yo dude we got the stuff you wanted!

it's old as balls tho so you gotta be careful with it. left it with the nerd herd, they know what's up

hope you don't mind looking through big tubs of body parts lol

if you need anything else just txt it

⭐️😎

(upon entering the science labs Prowl will find that Starstruck and Rung brought back: three (3) tubs of parts, one of fingers, one of t-cogs, one of circuit boards; one (1) advertisement depicting a Quint-like being showcasing Cybertronians as product; one (1) brochure of the '13 lines' of Cybertronians the Quintessons were selling; five (5) drained datapads; one (1) broken and cracked computer terminal monitor; and one (1) 'you are here!' map of the area.)

2018-07-22 Penchant, Soundwave

Penchant: Soundwave? Can you tell me why the data we received from Urkelex is slightly corrupt? Or apparently edited?

Soundwave: Data, not corrupted. I looked after those files personally.

Penchant: The GC representative claimed it was corrupted, which really, really didn't help our case!

Soundwave: Oh. You meant the file Vleot received.

Soundwave: Vleot's file, not corrupted. Edited.

Penchant: Alright, why was it edited?

Soundwave: There was information the Galactic Council did not need to be privy to. So I removed the impertinent data.

Penchant: That datastick was basically useless! Vleot suspects that the rest of the council won't believe it because it's doctored! Now we have to go mine information from some neutral party. Ugh.

Soundwave: This outcome more favorable than outcome if they had the full file. If you require assistance in data mining, please let me know.

Penchant: ...What was the impertinent data, Soundwave?

Soundwave: It is impertinent, Penchant.

Penchant: It's pertinent to me!

Soundwave: I do not think I wish to share this information with you, Penchant.

Penchant: (3 minute delay)

Penchant: Okay. I'll talk to you later.

2018-07-22 To Ten

Ten,

I appreciate you coming forward and taking action like this. I've known you to be painfully reserved, so I'm certain this was difficult for you. Admittedly, I hadn't known the degree of passion you had for your work. And me. I knew you were dedicated, which I admired. It was useful. But it's clear it was detrimental to your well-being, and I'm glad you're taking the steps to make matters easier, even if it means I'm losing my trusty assistant. I know what it is to be obsessed, and the dark spiral it can lead to.

You'll always be a friend, and regardless of what you may think, you've always exceeded my expectations in subordinates.

-Prowl

Prowl,

I know I should probably do this in person, but with what I see you going through (albeit I do not know what) I think it best this happen in writing. Apologies for adding onto your plate of stressors, but this might be a good thing to you. It was something that seemed bound to happen eventually, but I did not think myself to ever go through with this. Here I am though.

Briefly, I am resigning, effective immediately.

As for the comprehensive explanation, I suggest you keep a coffee with you.

Fifteen senators, two nobles, a Decepticon Commander, an Autobot Captain, a Disc Jockey, a Decepticon Monoformer with a thumb in hand, and briefly a piebald minibot-turned-cassette is everyone I have worked under aside from you. Out of the twenty-three, you were the only one I ever worked to please the most. When you first hired me, I thought you needed me to be an object, like those before you had done. I did as instructed, to be useful to you as per usual with those before. Then you told me something I had not heard in 2.8 million years:

Good Job.

That changed me. I never worked harder to appease anyone, because for once, I did something worth praise. From then on I spent hours, days, weeks, research and perfecting whatever assignment given. Perish the thought of ever returning to you without any results. Even then, I still climbed higher by practicing combat and using what skills I had to infiltrate, should the request be given. I learned to hack far better than when you originally took me in. All for every nod and every ‘thank you’ which meant more to me than you realize. For once, I meant something to someone.

I never wanted to let you down.

I know I did when I disappeared on the mission to bring in Tormentor of Tyrest. While you know of the brief report on the situation, I dearly wish you to know that I did try to return him to you. Admittedly, I was more capable to handle the situation than as a hacker that you thought me of. I truly wanted to make you proud of me for succeeding in the mission. However, Tormentor was an interrogator and in time he knew I worked for you and saw my desperation for another ‘Good job’ from you. I am embarrassed to say, he saw that I was obsessed for you.

After ages of zero acknowledgments to my work or my existence, any little bit of praise given I would latch onto desperately. Then drive through whatever obstacle lay in my way, by any means necessary, for a ‘thank you.’

Two words.

[[Tormentor pointed out many things in myself I refused to acknowledge. He was excellent at seeing others and through them. If the mission had been completed, you would have found yourself with an incredibly capable mech beyond his abilities. You might have even liked him.]]

He made me realize that I needed you far more than you needed me. I brushed it off, but when I got closer to him, I agreed. When he passed away, I tried reminding myself of those words, that you might not need me as much as I did you. That maybe by then you had forgotten me and my mission, therefore I would not have to report to you. I would not have to admit I failed.

We both know that did eventually happen.

However, you still required of me and I threw aside my Conjunx Endura’s words. Over the course of the three hundred and fifty-nine days, I have come to terms that it is true. It is not that you did not need me, it is that I wanted you to need me more. In the recent reading of the Lost Light Insider, I stood by you over someone else. I do not regret the choice, but rather reflect on it to realize I did desire you. It was all in the hopes for a task, a thank you, anything to acknowledge the fact that I was not an object.

I think it time such needs be laid to rest, for you and me.

Over the nearly full year you have been on board the Lost Light, you have changed drastically for the better, for you. I think it my turn to say I am proud of who you are and what you have become. It was an honor working under you, and it still is wonderful to have you on board the Lost Light. I hope to see you around as a crew member, and perhaps one day, as a friend.

It has been a pleasure,

Fmr. Lt. Ten of Iacon

2018-07-22 To: Prowl

Prowl,

I know I should probably do this in person, but with what I see you going through (albeit I do not know what) I think it best this happen in writing. Apologies for adding onto your plate of stressors, but this might be a good thing to you. It was something that seemed bound to happen eventually, but I did not think myself to ever go through with this. Here I am though.

Briefly, I am resigning, effective immediately.

As for the comprehensive explanation, I suggest you keep a coffee with you.


Fifteen senators, two nobles, a Decepticon Commander, an Autobot Captain, a Disc Jockey, a Decepticon Monoformer with a thumb in hand, and briefly a piebald minibot-turned-cassette is everyone I have worked under aside from you. Out of the twenty-three, you were the only one I ever worked to please the most. When you first hired me, I thought you needed me to be an object, like those before you had done. I did as instructed, to be useful to you as per usual with those before. Then you told me something I had not heard in 2.8 million years:

Good Job.

That changed me. I never worked harder to appease anyone, because for once, I did something worth praise. From then on I spent hours, days, weeks, research and perfecting whatever assignment given. Perish the thought of ever returning to you without any results. Even then, I still climbed higher by practicing combat and using what skills I had to infiltrate, should the request be given. I learned to hack far better than when you originally took me in. All for every nod and every ‘thank you’ which meant more to me than you realize. For once, I meant something to someone.

I never wanted to let you down.

I know I did when I disappeared on the mission to bring in Tormentor of Tyrest. While you know of the brief report on the situation, I dearly wish you to know that I did try to return him to you. Admittedly, I was more capable to handle the situation than as a hacker that you thought me of. I truly wanted to make you proud of me for succeeding in the mission. However, Tormentor was an interrogator and in time he knew I worked for you and saw my desperation for another ‘Good job’ from you. I am embarrassed to say, he saw that I was obsessed for you.

After ages of zero acknowledgments to my work or my existence, any little bit of praise given I would latch onto desperately. Then drive through whatever obstacle lay in my way, by any means necessary, for a ‘thank you.’

Two words.

[[Tormentor pointed out many things in myself I refused to acknowledge. He was excellent at seeing others and through them. If the mission had been completed, you would have found yourself with an incredibly capable mech beyond his abilities. You might have even liked him.]]

He made me realize that I needed you far more than you needed me. I brushed it off, but when I got closer to him, I agreed. When he passed away, I tried reminding myself of those words, that you might not need me as much as I did you. That maybe by then you had forgotten me and my mission, therefore I would not have to report to you. I would not have to admit I failed.

We both know that did eventually happen.

However, you still required of me and I threw aside my Conjunx Endura’s words. Over the course of the three hundred and fifty-nine days, I have come to terms that it is true. It is not that you did not need me, it is that I wanted you to need me more. In the recent reading of the Lost Light Insider, I stood by you over someone else. I do not regret the choice, but rather reflect on it to realize I did desire you. It was all in the hopes for a task, a thank you, anything to acknowledge the fact that I was not an object.

I think it time such needs be laid to rest, for you and me.

Over the nearly full year you have been on board the Lost Light, you have changed drastically for the better, for you. I think it my turn to say I am proud of who you are and what you have become. It was an honor working under you, and it still is wonderful to have you on board the Lost Light. I hope to see you around as a crew member, and perhaps one day, as a friend.

It has been a pleasure,

Fmr. Lt. Ten of Iacon

2018-07-21 Lost Light Insider Op-Ed

I once had a friend. He was the first Autobot I had ever called that , and back then, in the earlier years of the peace, when I was still struggling to admit that it ‘’was’’ peace, it was something. I thought him to be an odd one, for an Autobot. He didn’t match my idea of what an Autobot was supposed to act like at all, and so I gave him a chance. As time went on, I grew to like him more until, when someone asked whether I had any Autobot friends, I could honestly name him as one.

And then I learned that he worked for Prowl. Prowl, who, after the Autobots declared peace, had us all implanted with chips that threatened to explode should we so much as look at an Autobot wrong, and robbed us, especially those like myself who are smaller than the average mech, of the ability to defend ourselves, or even run, in a world ruled by the enemy.

I felt betrayed.

I demanded to know how he could work for someone who had attacked us so in what his own side claimed to be a time of peace, only to find that he was unaware of his boss’s acts, and more so, accused me of lying about them.

I was livid. He had accused me of lying about the most terrifying period of my life, and more-so, he accused me of lying to a friend.

The next time we met, he came to me to apologise, but his words rang hollow to me, as, though he now believed me, and knew what Prowl had done for himself, he still insisted on working for him.

There were many ways I could have reacted, but I did not try to do anything to help the issue. I did not try to figure out why he would still do that, even knowing what Prowl did to us. I did not try to get him to understand what that meant to me, as a Decepticon to see a friend working directly for the mech that had us violated and shackled. I did not even simply turn around and walk away, cutting him out of my life.

Instead, I went the other way. I went for the attack, knowing full well that it would not change a thing. I mocked and jeered him to get a reaction from him - for my own pleasure. I went out of my way to publicly humiliate him, to get back at him for his choices, for his betrayal. I wanted to hurt him as he, by his association with Prowl, had hurt me.

I did not lift a finger to fix the issue. I made no effort to explain to him why Prowl is not a mech who should be followed so willingly. I did not try to get him to understand what I, and other Decepticons had lived through under Prowl’s policy. I did not try to do ‘’anything’’ to make things better. I prioritised my own amusement though it did nothing to inform my former friend of the extent of the crimes of his employer, and even hurt the image of the very cause I claimed to fight for by employing tactics that I would use against my enemies on the battlefield, in a time of peace..

For the next months I continued with more of the same. I did nothing to remedy the situation, even as I chided my former friend for being party to it. I expected him to make the situation better while I myself did not.

I still do not condone what he’s done, who he’s pledged his allegiance to and what he’s done in its name. However, I have no place to criticise him for what he has not done, for what he has not changed, for I have done no more.

I will not allow myself to continue as such from. I can not allow myself to do so, if I wish to continue calling myself a Decepticon, and to continue claiming to stand for the things I have claimed to. No one can claim to stand for a cause, yet instead of acting in its name, to prioritise one’s own desires.

Change will not happen on its own. Those of us who want change must push it forward, set the example. When faced with stagnation, we must explain to others why change is for the good of us all. When faced with resistance to change, we must continue to push on. We must not consider resistance as an excuse to fall back to our own, petty comforts. We must not resort to senseless violence for, in the end, it will breed contempt and further resistance. Pointless violence cheapens the cause, as it implies that we can not defend it with words, and do not care enough for it to show others the benefits of our ideas.

From hereon, I vow to never allow my personal whims and moods to harm the cause I fight for, and to instigate and push forth the change I wish to see, rather than demanding that others do it in my stead.

-- Quicksight

2018-07-21 Chatlog

[The following takes place during the Vis Vitalis party.]

Rodimus: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Soundwave: Rodimus? Rodimus are we under attack?! Is something wrong? You did not use the hoverboard on the ship's outside hull as I told you not to, correct? Do you require my assistance!

Rodimus: CAN WE PLS ASS. QUOTE UNQUOTE THUNDERS

Soundwave: I don't understand. Rodimus, are you coherent? Please supplement the answer so I can determine your current mental capacity: Two plus two is?

Rodimus: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M NEVER GOING TO BE CLEAN AGAIN

Soundwave: That's the incorrect answer. Are you somewhere dirty? Rodimus, where are you?

Rodimus: WHERE DO U THINK CAN'T U HEAR HIM FRAGGING THUNDERCLASH I BET HE SOUNDS LIKE THEBEST EVR 2 U

Soundwave: ... ... ...

Soundwave: So... Rodimus, not in actual danger?

Rodimus: HE HUGGED ME

Soundwave: It was my understanding that this action is not a horrifying experience?

Rodimus: UR RONG

Soundwave: It's Rung and I most certainly am not.

Rodimus: P SURE IT'S RANG AND HUGGING THUNDERCLASH IS LIT THE WORST EXPERIENCE IN MY LIFE AND I DIED ONCE

Soundwave: Oh, I see... I was under the impression you enjoyed hugs. I apologize for any previous hugs and will refrain from doing so in the future.

Rodimus: NO!!

Rodimus: NOT U

Rodimus: I LIKE U

Rodimus: UR HUGS

Soundwave: Oh. Thank you.

Soundwave: I like you as well.

Rodimus: (typing)

Rodimus: (silence)

Rodimus: also there was a hat

Soundwave: Ah. I see now. Were you able to destroy it?

Rodimus: on his head. mb i can shot it

Soundwave: I hope your shot is better than Penchant's.

Soundwave: And do attempt not to shoot Thunderclash, Rodimus. Please.

Soundwave: ...

Soundwave: 'Pls'

Rodimus: omg say that again

Soundwave: 'Pls'?

Rodimus: that's the best thing i've evr seen ty

Soundwave: So, Rodimus better now?

Rodimus: yah

Rodimus: i can handle unicron, i can handle megs, i can fragging handle THUNDERS just watch me

Soundwave: I believe in you Rodimus. You are very capable.

Soundwave: You can message me again if you need while dealing with Thunders...clash. Thunderclash.

Rodimus: ok

Rodimus: his paint is stupid too

Soundwave: I know nothing about style.

Rodimus: that's ok i do and urs is better

Soundwave: Thank you. Good luck, Rodimus.

Soundwave: And no hoverboard on the hull. I am serious. You will float away.

Rodimus: i'm gonna

Soundwave: Rodimus, don't.

Soundwave: 'Pls'

Rodimus: ahahahaha

2018-07-20 Voicemailbox is Full

[Only a few excerpts have been selected for your viewing pleasure.] [The following is all audio.]

PROWL your voicemailbox is full and you have ... 99 NEW MESSAGES.

Playing FIRST UNHEARD message:

"You know where he is. You know-- YOU'VE KNOWN!!! How dare you! How dare you. You have no right! NO RIGHT! TELL ME WHERE HE IS RIGHT NOW PROWL. RIGHT. NOW."

beep

Playing FIFTH UNHEARD message:

"I don't know who those people are. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know! Just tell me where Ostaros is! PROWL!!! Call me and tell me where he is! YOU OWE ME! PROWL!"

beep

Playing FOURTEENTH UNHEARD message:

"How dare you-- HOW DARE YOU!! He was everything! Anything! And you- you- call his spark distorted? YOU! The mech who is buried under bodies more bodies than anyone I know-- YOU'RE DISTORTED! YOU! YOU! YOU! YO-!"

beep

Playing THIRTY-SECOND UNHEARD message:

"Oh, I see. This is your attempt at humor. Didn't I tell you to leave the jokes to me, Prowl. Remember? Well, I think you should stop again. This is really not funny, you know. Please cut it out. If you really know where he is, just tell me. Please."

Playing SIXTY-SIXTH UNHEARD message:

"You're a leech. You take and you take and you take. You already took him from me- and now you're back just to take more. I don't understand... Just give him back to me. Prowl, please."

beep

Playing NINETY-EIGHTH UNHEARD message:

"No. No, this is not how things are. I am not some little scientist you can bully and then throw away- not anymore. So listen closely, Prowl. Because this is how things are: the only one between us that can call any shots is me. Not you. If I say there's nothing for you to know, then there's nothing. If I tell you to stay, you stay. If I tell you to give me Ostaros's location. Then you had better do it."

"Oh, Prowl. Prowl, Prowl, Prowl... Do you remember Carpessa? Do you remember what you had me build? The Decepti-bomb. It wasn't just perfect, it worked better than you expected. Now, let's take a moment and re-imagine that bomb into, oooooh... Let's call it an Auto-bo-- NO! I know. A Prowl-bomb. Heheheeee! IMAGINE! That going off somewhere on Cybertron. So many dead neutrals and Decepticons and- gasp!- Autobots! And when its looked into, it leads right back to you. Tell me, will your fellow Autobots believe you? Will they stand for you? Will any Cybertronians be able to stand your? And this life you've made. On that ship. Do you think they'd let you stay there? I think you know the answer Prowl. You always know the answers, don't you."

"So, you see Prowl. You won't be doing anyting or I will destroy you. In every way you destroyed me. You hear me? I WILL DESTROY--"

beep

Now playing NINETY-NINTH UNHEARD message:

"... ... ..."

"I'll tell you anything you want. Just... I just want to know."

"..."

"Tell me if you'd rather come to me or I come to you. I don't... I don't care. I'm so tired, Prowl. I'm so tired."

beep

End of messages. Press ONE to hear them again, press TWO to save them, press THREE to delete, OR press FOUR for more options.

2018-07-17 To Nightshade

Nice work, Grand Butterfly. Send me a sample as soon as you're able to synthesize more. And don't forget lab safety, and all that scrap.

Please find enclosed notes from my detailed and still-ongoing analysis of that residue you sent over. It is flammable and more resistant to cold, although it does grow brittle in extreme cold. Its stringy nature is due to it being a complex polymer, with many strings threaded together. The webbing and adhesive are separate components which have a similar makeup to substances I've seen certain organics create, particularly Terran spiders. In other words I cannot wait to try to synthesize more of this myself as soon as I detach myself from the wall.

Yours in Secular Wisdom and Science, Nightshade, Grand Butterfly of etc.

2018-07-17 Fwd: To Rodimus

Congratulations on your promotion, Rodimus. Please handle this. My recommendation: have Wheeljack and Bulkhead sign off on any changes.

So I know I'm not supposed to be asking for tools and materials, but hear me out. This is for the good of everyone. Also because if I have to continue using these consoles like they are, I think I'll go insane. Whoever designed and programmed them needs to have his head and hands screwn back on straight. I'm amazed we've been using them as they are and not had the ship barrel into something or implode. What I'm saying is, I can rebuild and reprogram them to be much more efficient and user-friendly, and given the situation we're in, we need all the advantages we can get.

-- Ship's Genius, Brainstorm

2018-07-17 To Tarantulas

Tarantulas - Seeing as you have not provided me with anything beyond troublesome toys and aggravation, I think it's best that we terminate our agreement. However, before I block communications, I will provide you with information on Ostaros, if you explain to me what you and your merry band were up to when you elected to abduct the following mechs.

<Attached is a set of dossiers from the missing mechs in Soundwave's recent report.>

I want straight, complete, thorough answers. Who ordered you, what you or "team" did, where the victims are now. Anything less, and I'll make certain you never see the light of Ostaros' distorted spark again.

2018-07-16 To: Command, Prowl

So I know I'm not supposed to be asking for tools and materials, but hear me out. This is for the good of everyone. Also because if I have to continue using these consoles like they are, I think I'll go insane. Whoever designed and programmed them needs to have his head and hands screwn back on straight. I'm amazed we've been using them as they are and not had the ship barrel into something or implode. What I'm saying is, I can rebuild and reprogram them to be much more efficient and user-friendly, and given the situation we're in, we need all the advantages we can get.

-- Ship's Genius, Brainstorm

2018-07-16 To Prowl

Please find enclosed notes from my detailed and still-ongoing analysis of that residue you sent over. It is flammable and more resistant to cold, although it does grow brittle in extreme cold. Its stringy nature is due to it being a complex polymer, with many strings threaded together. The webbing and adhesive are separate components which have a similar makeup to substances I've seen certain organics create, particularly Terran spiders. In other words I cannot wait to try to synthesize more of this myself as soon as I detach myself from the wall.

Yours in Secular Wisdom and Science,
Nightshade, Grand Butterfly of etc.

2018-07-15 Promotion

Crew of the Lost Light, Ships of the Cybertronian Independent Fleet:

I have been the Captain of this vessel since I accepted the grant of that rank from its master and commander, Rodimus of Nyon. In that time, I have been welcome by most, some with reservations. I appreciate the work that I have seen all of you do, some of which has been nothing short of miraculous.

Yet our work is not yet done. Our home has been annexed by a dictator, and we fly now as vessels with a job to do. This is not a job that can be accomplished by a single ship, but one that must be accomplished by a united Cybertron, with aid from our allies and with the diplomatic efforts of our galactic community.

I will therefore be ceding command of the Lost Light to her true master, Captain Rodimus. As of today, I commend him for his service to this ship, above and beyond the call of duty, even unto death. For myself, I accept command of the Cybertronian Independent Fleet as her Admiral with a spark that looks to the future, with the full confidence that all of the ships who have joined us will do everything that is in our power to retake our home.

I have extended an invitation for a small vessel of observers and galactic press to join us in our mission of galactic outreach and defense of Cybertron. The galaxy shall see who we are, our aims, our goals, our efforts, and know exactly who and what our enemy is.

Any Lost Light personnel who wish to join me on my flagship, the Seeker, may put in for a transfer if they wish ... yet somehow I believe that most of you will choose to stay and follow the commander you love.

Godspeed, everyone. Thank you for your service.

Captain Rodimus, I look forward to working with you.

Admiral Ignition of Crystal City
Cybertronian Independent Fleet, Commanding


2018-07-14 To Nightshade

Nightshade: Please analyze the residue Tarantulas left behind in Wheeljack's lab. Thanks.

2018-07-12 To Prowl

Wish I did. Last I heard, Springer was still in a coma. Presumably the Wreckers would know what state he's in.
-FM

2018-07-10 Wheeljack's Lab

In the corner of Wheeljack's main monitor within his lab, glistens a spiderweb. It's web is an intricate, detailed weave but it's spider is, curiously, absent.

Any attempts to remove the web will find it Incredibly strong, sticky, and difficult to remove. It's beautiful, at least.

2018-07-10 To Fortress Maximus

You wouldn't happen to know Springer's current whereabouts, would you?

2018-07-05 Tarantulas, Prowl

Prowl: I had assumed it was a simple barrier projector! But of course not! Are you really going to make me beg? Is this where we are now?

Tarantulas: Why would you think that? That sounds like a backtrack from what I gave you- But if you'd prefer something so simple and unwieldy... And as much as I'd like to hear that, you never have to beg from me. Though, I swear I told you my name is Tarantulas. No more Mesothulas.

Prowl: I don't know why you're caught up on that.

Tarantulas: You never asked why. Just like you never asked about your gift. Speaking of- bring me the compression sphere and I will restore your expendable scientist.

Prowl: He's not expendable. I think it's best if you come to us. We just have to be relatively discreet about it. I don't want you mingling with the crew. For various reasons...

Tarantulas: If he's not 'acceptable collateral', what on Cybertron made you shoot him? Hyeh... Oh, I finally get to see your place? Why, Prowl, this is so sudden. I've heard that's quite the star-studded ship you're living on- apparently filled with mechs I'm not allowed to 'mingle' with. Why not? Afraid I'll do something naughty?

Prowl: Yes, I'm afraid you'll do something naughty! Just... Please. Tarantulas. Help me correct this. I'm attaching one page of my journal to sate your damn appetite. <weaponizedaquitas.xidoc>

Tarantulas: Hrmph... Very well then, since you asked so nicely. I'll come. And I'll behave. Should I fly myself or should I look forward to your escort?

Prowl: The latter. Will be there in an hour. (click)

2018-07-04 Re: Marble

"I'm sorry but... Did you shoot your own ally? I suppose I shouldn't have thought you moved past your friendly fire days. No matter- I'll be sure to make adjustments for the future!"

"But in this current, unfortunate situation... I'm afraid, Mesothulas isn't available to help. But I am..."

"So."

"Ask nicely, Prowl."

[click]

(Angry voicemail for Tarantulas)

"You left me with a weapon that condenses mechs into MARBLES. One of my scientists is incapacitated by this scrap! Provide me with a reversal immediately! I know you planned this, Mesothulas!" (click)

2018-07-04 To Tarantulas

(Angry voicemail for Tarantulas)

"You left me with a weapon that condenses mechs into MARBLES. One of my scientists is incapacitated by this scrap! Provide me with a reversal immediately! I know you planned this, Mesothulas!" (click)

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