Video: A formal call to the Decepticons of this lovely city

[aminerproblem]

I've been told time and time again that this war is over, but I have yet to see it beyond a tolerance teetering on a knife's edge between episodes of unnecessary, extreme violence. We can do better than this - we can do better than wallowing in our circumstance.

To the Decepticons here who still follow my word: If you can hear this, now is the time for you to break out of this malaise and act. I am in need of your skills, and we've remained scattered in this rubble for far too long. 

We, of all of us here, should understand how to build something grand from nothing.

It is time we take that first step. 

(Private To Sixshot)
Sixshot, how skilled are you at tracking someone's scent?

(Private To Spinister.)
Spinister, I am in need of a medical advisor. It is important you come to the Autobot clinic immediately.

Comments

[phase6kindofbot]

I was made to hunt the last sole survivors of a planet down and exterminate them.

If they're on this planet, I will find them eventually.

[aminerproblem]

[He sounds a little relieved to have gotten a response.]

We'll need to find your quarry sooner than that - and sans the extermination.

Can you pick up a scent based off objects they've touched?

[phase6kindofbot]

[For all his depressive apathy, Sixshot actually liked the younger Megatron well enough to bother. There were very few others who would have garnered any response at all at this point.]

Yes. That's more of a starting point than most of my missions.

[aminerproblem]

That's - That's great!

[His voice is filled with a genuine relief. It wasn't a complete assurance that they'd find the missing doctors, but it was a start.]

Come by as soon as you can. I'll have them set out for you.

Video -> Action

[phase6kindofbot]

Very well.

[Considering he was just digging around for things, it wasn't like Megatron had pulled him from something important. Sure enough, Sixshot arrives ten or so minutes later, transforming out of jet form and landing in front of the clinic with a ground-trembling 'THUMP'.]

Action

[aminerproblem]

[When the numerous vials from within the clinic jostle, Megatron knows Sixshot has arrived. He leaves through the door with some mangled red-and-white metal, a datapad, and First Aid's medical drone following close behind.]

Ratchet, First Aid, and Red Alert have all gone missing. You'll be in charge of a rescue mission to find them.

[He presents the first object - the mangled metal.]

It's a little morbid, but this was Ratchet's leg. It's been.. laying around.

[phase6kindofbot]

[First Aid's name makes Sixshot go very, very still. The canine features were hard to read, however, and the Sixer makes it a point not to react beyond that.

It's a moment before he answer, tone deliberately neutral, optics flicking down to the remnants of Ratchet's leg.]

That is not problem. Did they all disappear at the same time?

[aminerproblem]

Yes. They said they were going to investigate something in the city, and that it shouldn't have lasted more than an hour.

[He steps aside to let the medical drone pass ahead of him and presents the datapad to Sixshot.]

This drone is First Aid's, and this datapad is Red Alert's. Does that help?

[phase6kindofbot]

Yes.

[The six-former lowers his head, vents in the scents of each item and commits them to memory. He didn't particularly need it with First Aid; the medic's scent was already deeply committed to his memory banks.

But it was calming to be able to refresh it, even if the scent of the drone itself muddled it somewhat. Opening his eyes, he looks up at Megatron.]

Am I to be working alone?

[He doesn't mind, he just wanted a heads up in case he did have to drag someone along.]