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2018-09-30 To New Decepticons

I am Quicksight of the Keiiar conflict, and I have been where you are now.

I was told the same things that you have been told. I have heard the stories of the times of Functionist oppression, of Megatron's valiant struggle against them, and of the rise of the Decepticons. I believed them with all my spark. I still do. But those things happened four million years ago. Things changed since then. People changed. The Decepticons after the war were much different than those that started it.

I was not forged, as you are, but constructed cold, my body built to spec and charged with my spark. I was built. I was not built as a person. I was not built to live, but to die. I was built as a weapon. The origin in my name is not a place, but a battle, a battle of a war that had lasted for millennia before it, and for millennia after. I was one among dozens like me, one of a batch of soldiers created specifically to fight that battle, and we were one batch among thousand. Each and every one of us was built for a single purpose: To fight, to take down as many Autobots as we could before we died ourselves. Death was always a certainty for us. Those of us who did not die in our first battle would die in the second, or the third, or the hundredth. We were not expected to survive. We were not meant to survive. To the higherups, we were simply weapons, cannon fodder to be thrown at the Autobot lines. That was the sole purpose of our creation.

We were not the first to be created with only one purpose prescribed to us at birth, but with any luck we are the last, for this is the sort of thing that we had been fighting against in the beginning. "Form dictates function" was the ideology of those in charge before the war, the Functionists. They declared that everyone's purpose was determined by the form of their bodies, and so, when they cold constructed mechs, they did so with the intention to prescribe a single purpose to them, before they even came online. This is what the whole fight began with, to ensure the right of all Cybertronians to be whatever they wished, free from persecution.

War, of course, necessitates sacrifices. War requires discipline, and a tight control on where resources go. There are, however, some things that should never be sacrificed: our morals and especially the very ideals we are fighting for. If we sacrifice those, how, with an honest spark, can we say that we are fighting for them? How are we any better than the Functionists and their belief that one can only be what they transform into when we ourselves build soldiers never meant to survive to consider being something else? How can we say that we stand for the right to choose what we do with our lives when the main purpose of the existence of the DJD is to put down anyone who dares try something else? How can we say that we are fighting for the rights of all Cybertronians when we ourselves are denied the most basic of those rights? What good does it do to vanquish the monster if, in the process we become a monster ourselves?

You have probably heard Decepticons like myself being called traitors. A few years back, I would have agreed with them. Several years ago, I still believed in the idealistic image the higherups painted: that we were still fighting for freedom, for justice, for equality, and anyone who did not toe the line was an enemy of everything good and just, that Megatron was the incorruptible spearhead of justice, and that everything he did was for the greater good. I was blinded for it. I did not stop to think, or look about me and see the world with my own optics, rather than simply take whatever I was told as the truth. I threw the word 'traitor' around liberally, and there are those on this ship who can confirm it.

I was being deceived.

I will not deny that there are traitors among us, but they are not solely among the rank and file. The corruption starts at the top, at the very peak. It starts with Megatron, who betrayed his ideals, his cause, and his people, for the sake of pride and power. The great Megatron who first stood up against the Functionist regime is no more. He was a casualty of four million years of war. The Megatron we see today is just another face to oppression and corruption. He has become that which he had fought against. We owe it to the Megatron of old to depose of him as he had of the Functionists if we wish to truly call ourselves Decepticons.

I do not mean that we should bow to Starscream, or Prowl, or Optimus Prime. A free peoples is not meant to bow to anyone. Four million years have passed since the Decepticons first rose up. Four million years is enough time to change anyone and anything, but there is nothing that says that we can not change back. There is nothing that says that we can not try again, do better this time. Some may call me an upstart for suggesting we go against the established system, but remember that four million years ago, the original Decepticons were seen as the same. We can go back to those ways. It is our right, nay, our obligation, as Decepticons to return to our roots, to start fighting for freedom and justice once more, and to not abide by any tyrant, no matter who he is.

2018-09-21 Combat Mission Statement

Megatron's recent attack on the Lost Light demands retaliation and a show of power. We need to make sure he knows we're not going to be dealt with as easily as he thinks. Troops, an assault is coming. Be prepared. Run drills, keep in contact with our intelligence operatives and myself. Megatron has access to a space bridge and that puts him at an even greater advantage; this means attacks can come at any time, so be vigilant. If anyone wants to involve themselves in specific missions, volunteers are needed. And if anyone knows about anything we can use against Megatron, come to me.

-Fortress Maximus, Head of Combat

2018-09-13 To Rodimus

We looked into other timelines. There's a Shockwave out there who's unaltered, who is closest to my old teacher.
From what we saw, he's no better.
I might have looked too fast, though, or stopped too soon. I need to do a little more study myself. Not around him. He's dangerous as he is.

-Trailbreaker
P.S. Rung is keeping an eye on me so I'm gonna be sober tonight.

2018-09-06 To Rodimus

[On Rodimus' desk, when he's able to look away from the...decorating job Trailbreaker and Starstruck have done, is a dataslug with a little note that says '4 ROD, <3 UR BEST BUDS' on it. When he plugs it into a monitor, he'll find there's only one file on it, and it's a video.]

Sounds of movement can be heard first, presumably the scrape of fingers against the camera, as well as some giggles.

“Hold on, I almost, almost got it--”

Starstruck's voice is easily recognizable, as is the slur to his words. After a moment, the video feed cuts in, displaying a bright-visored Trailbreaker in front of Rodimus' desk, a drunken grin on his face. Starstruck is quick to move in front of the camera to join him, sloppily throwing an arm around Trailbreaker's shoulders as he starts to speak.

“Heeeeeeey, Cap'n! Roddy Rod Rod, best captain EVER, we hope you like your new office!”

“It was Starstruck's idea!” This is proclaimed very proudly by Trailbreaker, who leans heavily against Star. Or maybe Star's leaning heavily on him. Or both. It's hard to tell.

“Teebs got the stuff though--”

“But Star thought of, of the poster, do you like it? I bet you do--”

“Oh he totally does I bet he LOVES it--”

“We should go to a beach and--”

“--and RACE!--”

“--and it's okay if you win, cuz, cuz we'll have lots of drinks after! And we can hang out--”

“--I'll bring the oil--”

“--and it'll be fun, yanno? You could really use some fun, Rodimus, I think, cuz of the whole Soundwave thing, um, sorry that's kinda my fault--”

“--and the shades, I'll bring those too--”

“--but it'll be okay, cuz we'll go to the beach and race and drink and it'll be reaaaaaal great.”

“Ho hum and a bottle of rum, a pirate's life for me!”

There is a brief period of time where they break into slurred, nearly incomprehensible song. With how loud they're singing, it's strange no one has burst in yet. Snatches of lyrics can be caught, mostly relating to pirates and rum and getting really drunk out on the ocean. Just as he'd started it, it's Starstruck who breaks off as something to the side catches his interest.

“Oh, oh, and Teebs brought you this! It's like, like, the coolest fuckin thing, Rod, Roddy boy, like, you'll love it, I know you will.” Tugging Trailbreaker by the arm, Starstruck waves his hand in a broad gesture, seemingly to point out the lava lamp sitting on the edge of Rodimus' desk. Bright orange lava bubbles and floats slowly inside the glass of the lamp. Starstruck bends to get a closer look, a dreamy expression crossing his face.

“Teebs, Teebs, Teebs isn't this like. The fuckin coolest thing. The coolest fuckin. Thing. Teebs.”

Trailbreaker, practically slumped over the front of the desk, also stares at the lava lamp.

“Yeah...wow....it's so...relaxing? Relaxing. And colorful! Rodimus will like it, right?”

“Totally dude, toooootally.”

For the next five minutes the two stare at the lava lamp, taking turns touching it and exclaiming at the heat of it before giggling and repeating the process. Eventually, Trailbreaker leans too far forward and nearly falls over, and this seems to break them out of it.

“Whoa, Star, I think, uh...wait, what else were we gonna d—oh yeah!”

Turning back to the camera, Trailbreaker beams. “Fireflight and Lie---Ten. Little guy. Yeah. They say hi too!”

Trailbreaker goes to give Starstruck a high five, and they both fail, missing completely. The next thing he says is inaudible as Star moves back to the camera, and the audio and video both cut out at the same time.

2018-09-05 To Prowl

Hello, Prowl! I hope this evening finds you well. I apologize for the late nature of this report, I have been kept busy with multiple projects and may have been a little hung over from Bulkhead and Wheeljack's ceremony. Nonetheless.
First of all, congratulations! You are extremely venomous. To organics, not us. Please be careful not to bite any organics. Being able to produce your own venom is a very interesting trait for a Cybertronian body to have! Also, your radiation treatments will help reduce the bio-organic mutations over time. In the meantime, I hope you are adjusting well to your arachnid properties. Did Sequin help? He is a dear, no?
Also, in regards to the nanomachine-Energon Magnifica enhancement treatments. I've attached some more data. Unfortunately, Whirlwind started experiencing aggression spikes, lashing out and even showing violent tendenices, alarming in someone ordinarily so meek. I was able to reduce the problem significantly by absorbing some of the nanomachines, though it has altered my own frame. For now I think we should shelve the project or at least wait until I am able to further examine the cause of this problem.

Let me know if you need anything else!
-Nightshade, Grand Butterfly of Cybertron, Magnificent Swallowtail of Steel, etc. etc.

2018-09-01 To Rodimus

Talked to Shockwave. He is, as I expected, unrepentant. He also seemed convinced that he would have made the same decisions or similar ones even with his emotions. When I asked him how he knew that, he claimed it was an unanswerable question. But it isn't! We have the Lens that lets us see into other timelines. He is interested in seeing this for himself. I want permission to show him myself, through a very restricted and supervised method, making sure we're not giving him more information than we need. But if this is the way to reach him, to see once and for all if restorative justice can work even on Shockwave, this is it.

Also of note: Orion's unaccounted for by Shockwave's group, last seen going into Quintession space. :(

Thanks for letting me pursue this, by the way. Especially after all that's happened. It's a lot, I know. I'm here for you.

-Trailbreaker

later

ur a good guy ok :) :) :)

2018-08-31 Citation of Merit

I have reviewed the patient file for a recent medical emergency involving total loss of brain module due to explosive trauma. Under normal circumstances this injury is all but fatal. The patient file discloses that Doctor First Aid, assisted by Nurse Vortex and Surgical Aide Spinister, responded rapidly, appropriately, and creatively to this medical emergency. Doctor First Aid performed a surgical intervention, assisted by Nurse Vortex and Surgical Aide Spinister, to transplant a cold brain module under circumstances where the patient's spark was undergoing cascading pulse failure leading to imminent collapse. To perform this procedure under the circumstances required significant skill and is an exemplary application of medical training and knowledge. It is therefore appropriate that this CITATION OF MERIT be and hereby is placed in their permanent personnel records.

--Ratchet of Protihex, Chief Medical Officer (Autobot Army), Co-Chief Medical Officer (Lost Light).

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."

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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!"

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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-!"

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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."

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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--"

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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."

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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


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