[IC] Transformers - One Shall Fall

[rocketrobie2]

As Sklog finally gained control over himself he just shook his arms a little to test wether they still worked. After everyone left he simply sat on the floor for a while as he felt his strange new joints as they touched the cold metal of his new chassis. Eventually he got up and turned to look at his old chassis that still played on the table with an almost peaceful expression to it. Sklog walked up to it and stared at it for a while as he contemplated about everything. Was he even still Sklog? Sure he had all the memories and spark to prove it but here he was, looking over the offline Dinobot chassis that had once been full of movement hours earlier. Sklog felt like a monster, like he shouldn't exist but somehow did despite the odds.

After a few moments of just idly standing over the dinobot Sklog chassis, he lifted his new arm up hesitantly and proceeded to poke around at the old chassis. Sklog began to fill with rage again but unlike before he did not show it, not out of respect for the other but out of the want to be left alone at the moment. "Goodbye Sklog." the Predawn said as he put his hand back to his side and began to scan his old chassis. He didn't make himself a perfect copy out of respect to the fallen chassis but he made it a decent mixture between his new form and old form. Lastly Sklog walked over and placed his old mace on his chassis's chest.

Sklog then stood there again for a little while and turned to leave the room and rejoin the others outside. He wasn't ready for talking but that was a good thing, Sklog had never been much of a talker. "I keep old chassis." Sklog said as he left the room to no one in particular but loud enough for anyone nearby to hear him. With that Sklog went over and sat down on a couple of metallic boxes.

[ShiningSector]

Per Sklog's wishes, Nighscream had unsealed the restraints that held the Ex-Dinobot down on the operation birth, allowing Sklog to move about as he pleases. It was good that Sklog was no longer willing to murder everyone which settled in the pleasant mood but obviously he demanded solitary peace for the time being. All three of the Cybertronians around him acknowledged this desire and vacated the lab willing and with respect.

Once out of the lab, Nightscream made a beeline towards where she had detained Blackarachnia, hopefully to keep that dreadful piece-of-work under lock and key. As she set to her business, the opened a line to the Autobots and voice her praise of how smoothly things ended up being with Sklog eventually calming down. Smoothly...Turbulence was not at all agreeing with the sentiment. Sklog's strife was logical to understand - Prism's near-suicidal behavior however was not.

Eyeing the newfound troublemaker, Turbulence once more caught Prism in another moment of ground-staring quietness. The Autobot flyer could not begin to fathom what going in that brain casing of Prism's. Ultimately though, Turbulence rather he not know despite an unknown element slowly making itself known - he really wished this topic didn't have to unwelcomingly linger on his mind.

"Assuming there are more than us out there, then maybe we have a chance," Turbulence replied in regards to Nighscream's comment, "Given our recent armed intervention, I wouldn't suppose the safer upper level are off-limits would they?"

[pyroman]

She looked down at her arms, tuning over her hands and tightening them into fists to make sure everything was as it was supposed to be. Upon hearing the request to leave, Prism nodded and patted Sklog's shoulder, nodding before turning and walking away. Once she was out, she turned to her fellow Autobot and looked at him, sighing as she presented her problem to him.

"Turbulence." She said to him. "We need to talk." She hoped that Nightscream was not listening in. This was a problem that she did not want the scientist involved in, especially after having forced her to give up her experimental chassis to Sklog to save his life. She didn't want to be another reason that she had to do more for the team.

"This is getting out of hand and we need to stop it before it gets worse." She explained. "My memories, my personality. There's blank spots that I've just gotten over the ages. I think they're trying to come back." She couldn't very well explain it to him, but she did hope that he understood what she was talking about. All those loose bits of code that were floating around in her mind were somehow manifesting themselves into her original personality. "I wasn't always this charming, Turbulence. I've worked hard to shape up who I am, but I'm afraid that whatever I'm going to do next is going to cost us even more than a single chassis."

[Forsythe]

"As I said before, Level two are barracks. You can find yourself a place there. Come to us when you are ready or if you need help." Nightscream radioed to Sklog as she dragged I-beams to the would-be zoo exhibit for her favorite spider. There was still the matter of the bars not stopping her from spitting venom, but Nightscream supposed that threatening to defang her if she did would suffice. Still, she better install a forcefield as soon as possible jsut in case - and work on an antidote. The venom has already cost them too much. Hm... Mazbe I could weaponize it?

When Turbulence inquired, Nightscream snickered. "Safe? THis right here is the safest place in Kaon, but the barracs should be reasonably empty. Be on guard against scraplets. But before you two go get all cozy and build yourselves a home, do remember that something fell out of the sky when we were moving here. If you two could be bothered to go check it out and scrap it if it so much as looks bad on you, that would be splendid. You need a rotor check anyhow and you can't do that here."

"Oh, and try to come back in one piece? No spare chassis left, although now that I know the process works, I'm taking orders. Mine first though." she said, the grin on her apparent even over the radio through her tone of voice.

Moving into the cell, the seeker knelt over the spider bot and carefully repared and patched what damage there was. The downside of organic bits was that they would need some time to heal still, but she could hasten the process and just maybe make it less painful. After all, she might cure Blackarachnia of her madness yet - if she built her a new chassis, all she ahd to do was not transfer any memories at all. "There there, mommy will make you better in time."

Finished, she walked out to finish the bars and put up the force field.

[ShiningSector]

Oh, this is gonna be good, thought Turbulence just as Prism bluntly requested his involvement in a dialogue with her. Before paying audience however, Turbulence decided to sign off with Nightscream and accept her suggestion, "Stairs it is then...Acknowledged, we'll look into it."

The Autobot flyer than turned and faced Prism allowing her to indulge about her personal dilemma. What she conveyed was rather surprising and perhaps added up to her erratic conduct. Prism explained a had been suffering from a series of gaps in her collective memory that she could not recall or make sense. But they were now coming back. While that was a good thing, Prism however seemed fearful of this fact. She eventually hinted towards a time where she much different. Not physically, but mentally and less charming; as if her original personality did not coincide with whom she was now thank to missing pieces in her memory.

Turbulence was not a scientist by far so hearing any of this didn't make to much sense to him. However that didn't mean he couldn't get the gist of it. Prism seemed to be slowly remembering and along that came potentially old habits. But then again, couldn't her unusual behavior be based on an unknown confliction within her cybernetic consciousness? Whatever the case may be, it was clear that Prism's was "changing" and whatever may happen next may prove more lethal.

"...Have you not brought this back up with Nightscream yet?"

[rocketrobie2]

Sklog sat on the metallic boxes for about a minute before he go bored. His now rapidly thinking processor had analyzed everything in his field of view and now this minimal task had become agony as he was forced to look at the same thing for longer than needed. The still-self-considered-Dinobot got up and began walking back into the 'operation' room and hoisted up his old chassis in his arms and began heading for the stairs, planning on finding somewhere to call home as per the suggestion of Nightscream. He eventually found himself a nice piece of residency and sat his old chassis down on a chair so that it almost looked like it wasn't devoid of a spark.

Sklog was about to say something but even he realized it would be pretty weird if he started talking to his own, dead chassis. He just felt like apologizing to himself even though he wasn't mad or anything, it just felt wrong to exist though now that the initial flurry of emotions had subsided he began to come to terms with his situation and was a little curious about what his two new alt-modes were since he didn't do a full, proper scan of his old chassis it was a mystery for Sklog as to what his new forms would be.

[pyroman]

"As soon as I do the shuffle in front of Sargent Kup." Prism replied dryly to Turbulence's question about having the problem brought up to nightscream. "After what I just did, I can't just follow it up with 'Yeah, the reason most of that happened was because, with the steady and strange return of my old memories, also comes my old, dangerous personality." They had to take care of this on their own, or at least just Prism. She couldn't let Nightscream allocate any more resources to fixing everyone because of her problems. However, going topside did sound like a good idea. Hopefully solving the case of 'what fell out of the sky today?' would be enough to distract her from her problems for now, and with that, she left for the staircase.

She wondered what it could have been that fell from the sky. Obviously, it must have been more than just debris to have survived entry into the atmosphere, but she could say no more than that in terms of what it was. Too small to be a ship of any sort, she wasn't quiet sure. As she walked up the stairs, she looked to her aerial friend. "Hey, any ideas on what could have made impact?" She asked him, hoping to have a lighter conversation on their way there.

[ShiningSector]

Turbulence gave a audibly disapproving groan, expressing his displeasure with Prism not wanting to make this issue known with Nightscream. It seemed she did not want to bother the 'Con any more than she already has, first with repairing Turbulence and now saving Sklog. Prism didn't bring up the scenario any further just has she hit the stairwell to the surface. Turbulence however simply stared before following behind her; it was perhaps the safest position to be in for the time being, especially Prism having admitted he worries about losing herself again.

"Could be anything really," Turbulence replied upon being queried about the sky-hailing debris from before, "There is plenty of space junk in Cybertron's orbit; spaceships, satellites, hell, even Cybertronians for that matter. I wouldn't be surprised if whatever fell from the sky was from Trypticon Station."

[Forsythe]

Finished with the cage, Nightscream found herself in a rare spot of having nothing to do. She would have liked to check on Sklog to see whether he wasn't razing her facility, but in an uncharacteristic moment allowed him his privacy despite being able to watch without being caught through the security cameras.

Blackarachnia shown no signs of waking up yet, not that she would make for much of a conversation once she did. More garbled screaming of a thousand voices in one mind wasn't what the seeker was looking for. To top it all off, the autobots didn't feel like sharing what was on their minds. "Oh well, I suppose now's as good a time as any to start up on Mark 2." she said to herself, disappearing back to the lab and sitting herself comfortably in a chair - one of her quirks that other cybertronians didn't didn't find understanding for. She however shuddered at the image of the bridge on Nemesis with the only chair being Megatron's throne.

Pulling up a tracking feed she kept one eye on the Autobots, following them where the cameras still worked. the impact itself disabled most things in the area of interest unfortunately, so they would have to go in blind. Minimizing the feed to a top right corner, she fired up a design software and started fiddling with the plans for the prototype, adding and improving now that she had some new inspiration, tinkering until somebody had a need for her.

[pyroman]

"Hm." Prism hummed in thought, walking up the stairwell. Turbulence was right. There were a number of things that it could have been. Scraps, other cybertronians, a space station. Maybe some alien species dropped something off that would help them with their energy crisis and barren wasteland problem. She could only hope so much, though. It most likely wasn't much of anything important, and as they reached the surface, Prism was quick to transform into her Alt Mode and get moving. Turbulence, now that he was fixed, should have had no problem flying around to give the two a view from above. She wasn't above offering help to him if he needed it, but she believed that he was fine now.

"So, it moved in that way." Prism had pinged its general location on her hud when it had first crashed, and if he had hands in this particular mode, she would have pointed out the direction. With little time to spare, she began to drive off, humming little tunes to herself as she moved.

"After all is said and done..." She sang to herself.

[ShiningSector]

Prism appeared to be ponder on what he had said as they both walked to the surface of the entire facility. Turbulence didn't know how much action Prism had encountered during the war and was she present during any of the major points during the conflict. The Autobot flier could recall the Cybertronian sky igniting with explosions way up high as Autobot and Decepticon ships duked it out whereas the civilian masses attempt escape in large quantities. Startship wrecks and the destroyed and deactivated bodies of Cybertronians would not be an uncommon sire if one were to launch into orbit; that is, if there were any energon to spare for such a trip. But what was perhaps the most notable struture in Cybertron's orbit was Trypticon Station.

Once a massive research station now shed of its external components to become what was known as simply Trypticon; a massive walking artillery platform that had been previously defeated by a team of Autobots led by Optimus Prime. However, the mighty Cybertronian had since fallen back into Decepticon hand with little known about the mobile city since. It was perhaps for the best it stayed that way.

After awhile of walking, both Autobots eventually breached the surface, exiting a nearby bunker adjacent to the elevator shaft they had entered into the facility from previously. Prism quickly transformed into her alt mode and drove toward to he location where the space debris had fallen to. Turbulence saw this opportunity to really test out his since repaired gunship form to ensure everything was working correctly. Jumping into the air and shifting his chassis' architecture, Turbulence successfully revered to his alt mode with his rotors already catching air. Metallic dust sprang from the unmolested ground as Turbulence kicked up a sandstorm before speeding off into the air.

It felt great to be in the sky once more. Turbulence's internal readouts were still showing everything was handling as it should be and was meeting its optimum performance. Taking several dives and aileron rolls as a final stress test and validating all of his instruments, the Autobot flier caught up to Prism in no time. Prism soon pinged the location of the crash site to Turbulence's HUD in which updated his GPS to match the coordinates. While Prism had little to see from her position, Turbulence however could visually see the impact site with several building toppled over the seen, dust still fuming from the destruction it had wrought.

"I have a visual," Turbulence reported on an open channel, including a feed to Nightscream if she cared for it, "I'll move in closer for a better view."

[Forsythe]

Nightscream was very happy with her creation. Well, the plans for one. It would still take some efforts to find the materials to build it, but time she thought she had - Megatron won't be returning for some time, and when he does he'd find only death waiting for him. The chassis on the hologram would make certain of that. And then, then this planet would be hers, and all those who would refuse to submit would beg her in few weeks to cure them of their starvation for energon.

The seeker's thoughts of her own empire were interrupted by a ping form the autobots and she curiously looked at the map of where they were. She tried to calculate the trajectory of the object that fell from the sky, but there was jsut too much clatter in Cybertron's orbit to determine what it could have possibly been - as if it could survive such reentry intact. Still, it was worth a look even if to avoid boredom. "Proceed with caution. Whatever it was, it is likely still hot form the reentry. You should get a location easily if you switch to thermal."

Somehow though, Nightscream had a nagging feeling it wouldn't be so easy.

[pyroman]

"You've got the tou-" Prism was quick to stop singing to herself as Turbulence chipped in. "Huh?" As she neared the impact site, the large crater that the pod formed, she looked to see who was there.

The crater was of a decent size, but a little too large for the size of the pod that had crashed into the ground. It must have been dense to have packed that much of a punch, she knew that much, but that wasn't what worried her.

What worried her were the groups of junkions gnawing on the pod in an attempt to crack it open.

There were about twenty of them, all scattered around and picking up the scraps on the surface while some of them attempted to open the pod with the most unorthodox ideas. Some danced and prayed to what Prism believed were fictional deities, others gnawed on it, and some even tried seduction.... All at once...

"Turb." Prism spoke through comms. "You are seeing this... right? This isn't just another hallucination or something?"

[ShiningSector]

Turb? The Autobot flier flew in closer around the impact site surrounded by leveled structures and disemboweled streets. While still feeding his visuals to Prism and Nightscream, he zoomed in on his optical spycam mounted on his forward gun turret, in order to fully analyze the scene. Amassed at the site were less than two dozen figures narrowing in on ground-zero. While it pleased him to see more of their kind on a desolate society devoid Cybertron, the Crybertronian-shaped entities' behavior however came off as unusual.

The scavengers, as Turbulence assumed them to be, appeared to be focused on some sort of rounded object embedded at at the point of impact. It was surprising how much damage the object had produced given its smaller size though in all fairness, it was still larger than either he or Prism combined. The clustered group of mechanical being seemed marveled at the object and perform numerous acts Turbulence could not understand nor comprehend.

"You're not hallucinating." said Turbulence over their comms, "I spot 20...What looks to be scavangers - Junkions, surrounding some sort of of pod at the center of the crater. Doesn't look like they noticed us yet."

[Forsythe]

"Junkions? That's a bit unexpected but not unwelcome. Best mechanics in this sector of space. Probably good enough to fiddle with the insides of someone's head should they need somesuch repairs, if you catch my drift." Nightscream suggested, glad her prediction of scaplets converging on the area was wrong. She was a little perplexed to the Junkion's behavior, but she wasn't a xenobiologist, for what she knew that was normal for them.

"If you two would care to make contact? Perthaps they know more about what that thing is. If they ask for something in return try to inquire about their price but don't promise anything till I tell you what we have to offer. We don't need to rip them off just yet and I'd rather keep them on our good side if I can help it." she instructed. There was a LOT of scrap lying around, particularly on level 20. Maybe she could pawn Blackarachnia while she's at it?

[pyroman]

Even from this distance, Prism could hear the clipped voices of the Junkions, chatting away as they attempted to crack open the pod. From what she knew of them, their speech patterns were stolen from broadcasts on a distant planet, earth. The name, to her at least, sounded strangely familiar. She had indeed said it before, but she could not place where, when, and why.

She transformed out of her vehicle form and slowly approached the junkions, stepping onto the broken ground caused by the impact. Junkions were rather hostile towards outsiders, she knew that much, but she didn't ever recall them being on someone elses soil before. She couldn't tell how they'd react to her presence, but she did hope for the best.

"Hello?" She spoke up, quickly garnering the attention of most, if not all of the Junkions in the area. "Can I speak to your leader? Or whoever's in charge of your group?" She asked carefully.

"Are you coo coo?" One of them asked, another quickly parroting the first, and eventually all of them asking the same question to her. Turbulence wasn't found much later, and they began to ask the same question to him.

"I... I guess? I am coo coo." She was unsure what exactly that meant, but she hoped that it would help her with the Junkions. "Can i be coo coo?" She groaned internally, knowing how ridiculous she sounded, almost as if she were talking to actual sparklings, but it had to be done.

[ShiningSector]

Turbulence maintained his distance but nevertheless, kept a guarding eye on Prism as she set out on Nighscream's suggestion to investigate and even communicate with the scavengers before them. If the Junkions proved as fanatical and hostile as Turbulence was cautiously anticipating, he would not hesitate to use his ordinance as he saw fit. Prism reverted to her Cybertronian form and slowly approached them before she had called out to them, asking to speak to whomever was in charge of this, parade.

One of the Junkions directed their attention to the Autobot and counter-questioned her with the most usually query Turbulence has ever heard; and this was the soldier who'd take ridiculous suicide runs on a cycle-by-cycle basis. Are you coo coo? The hell does that mean? thought Turbulence as he tried to piece together what in Primus' name that meant. What became worst of all was now the nearby scavengers began to perk up and repeat the same question and not a moment too soon did some of them look up and point at Turbulence's gunship form.

So far, the Junkions appeared harmless, if not completely brain-panned. With a grunt, Turbulence swooped in and transformed himself back to his sapient form, landing on the ground with a thud. Just as he landed, a small group of the scavengers approached him and asked him the same stupid like they did with Prism.

"...What she said." Turbulence replied before the assembled Junkions, not wanting to even repeat such silly dialogue coming out of their mouths and vocal speakers.

[pyroman]

"This is a one time offer, so speak now or forever hold you peace!" One of the Junkions hollered, many yelling and cheering similar things. Slowly, they urged Prism to step forward, and she did as such. She neared the center of the crater, where one slightly larger Junkion stood out among the others. She looked to him as he looked back, smiling as he stepped up and proudly offered his hand.

"Well well well Welcome to the show! please say your name for the audience at home!" He was rather eccentric, motioning towards the others in his group.

"I'm Prism." She answered rather dryly. It was rather awkward for her, having so many eyes on her at once. She crowd cheered, and the boy before her smiled.

"Well hello Prism, it's wonderful to have you here tonight, we're just about to get started! My name is Wreck-Gar, and I'll be your host for tonight." He sped around her and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her towards the pod in the center of the crash site. "one easy payment, just one easy payment, and then you'll have the time of your life! Party with your friends, party with your enemies, but just don't let mom and dad find out!"

She beleived that she understood what he was going on about. He wanted for her to open up the pod, but she wasn't quite sure that she could be able to. Some about it struck a familiar chord, but she could not remember where from.

She stepped right up to the pod, looking at it up and down. The group around her slowly began to quiet down, watching her with baited breath. The pod was much larger than she originally believed. It was well over her height, and wider than she was, but still not enough for any sort of transport.

Interestingly enough, there was a single button on the pod, which she pressed to activate a screen of hard light. The crowd 'ooh'd' and 'aah'd'.

The face on the screen was one that was all too familiar to her. He was the one that had trained her after all, and most likely one of the oldest autobots out there.

It was Kup.

"This is a message to any and all active Autobots still remaining on Cybertron." Kup spoke. It was only obvious now that he was rather damaged, and his voice was worried and rushed. "The mission has gone critical, I repeat, the mission has gone critical."

Prism's eyes widened as she watched his warning.

"We were able to launch another space bridge to the general location of Cybertron, so I have no idea when you will be getting this message, but please, for everyone's sake, report to your raking officer immediately. If your superior is here, please, enter in your security clearance code and move the cargo where it will not be found."

Gunfire and heavy clanking could be heard in the background, as well as some voices that she did not recognize at all. Kup looked behind him, a slate grey figure standing behind him. Whoever was behind him locked eyes with the old sargent, something happening that she could not see. Slowly, Kup turned his head to the camera.

"Primus help us."

She heard the unmistakable sound of a fired energy round, and the only things still in view were the grey figure and a large hole where Kups face once was. The video was cut off just as a red figure launched at the grey one, and a small yellow bot rushed to the video, his face seen only briefly before the video ended.

Had she been able to, she would have cried right there. Her mentor and almost fried was just killed on video. Though she was unsure how long ago the video was taken, she needed to know what was in that pod.

Her hands, shaking as if she were freezing, reached for the little number pad that displayed itself. After having lived in Iacon for so long, she knew many of the security codes and clearance codes to open whatever she wanted.

She spend a solid minute rapidly entering in codes before finding the right one.

Pressure released inside the pod, the heavily secured doors unlocking and pushing forward before sliding to the side. The large doors, pushing side the scrap that it was lodged in, opened fully, revealing a horrifying sight.

It was Optimus prime.

His body looked as if it had been to the pit and back, taken apart, put back together, and went through once more for good measure. His arms, legs, and even many spots of his chest were riddled with holes, burn marks, slashes, and anything else that could have possibly damaged him. The only way she recognized him was the faded red and blue paint scheme and the crest on his head.

She took in a sharp breath, looking up at his dead eyed before dropping to her knees.

Optimus Prime was dead.

[ShiningSector]

If Turbulence could visually convey any sort of expression that was hidden behind his visor, he would show the most baffled face ever to be expressed on all of Cybertron. Before him was what appeared to be an extraordinarily unusual mock game-show the likes he had never seen before. Wreck-Gar, the Junkion identifying himself as "show's" host, spoke as if his voice modulator was drowned in Cybertronian engex as he welcomed Prism with the other Junkions applauding as the audience.

Ignoring, or at least attempting to ignore the Junkions and their rather alien antics, Turbulence observed Prism as she interfaced with the pod; the object the scavengers had surprisingly allowed her to interact despite visually bearing claim over it earlier. But what before even more startling was the image of Kup that showed up through holographic projection. Kup informed them that their mission had reached a very critical state and advised that whatever was within the pod be secured somewhere. But from there, a gunfight began to ensue with Kup quickly vanishing before other familiar figures crowding the screen before cutting off. In was interesting to note that the Junkions around them finally fell silent as if they knew too something bad had happened.

Turbulence did not know the Autobot Sergeant all that well aside from name and mention only and never took any order directly from him either. But for a moment, he did catch Prism's surprised and then shocked expression to Kup's appearing face and almost graphic departure. Perhaps she knew him? Prism then appeared to scramble over the key pad in order to unseal the pod. Eventually, she got the right code as the hull retracted, vomiting encased gasses for who knows how long. But once the fumes dispersed, both Autobots then felt dread for the time in a long time; before them was the body of Optimus Prime.

Prism collapsed to here knees as her counterpart surly but slowly approached Prime's broken form, "Oh no..." he said under his breath, unknowingly he was still streaming the entire event.

Their leader appeared damaged beyond repair, displaying many marks from a surprising number of different weapons and instruments, all of which could of been responsible for snuffing out his Spark if that was currently the case. While physically surveying the damage, Turbulence noticed Optimus Prime's chest panels felt loose, almost buoyant, as if they were not locked down to his chassis as it should of been. Suddenly, a sense of urgency had befallen the Autobot as he quickly determined what was kept locked away within Prime himself that all Autobots revered the most and acknowledged.

"Prism," he began, sounding very worried in the process, "I need help opening his chest cavity; its loose."

[Forsythe]

This was not something she, or any of them for that matter, expected. Staring blankly at Turbulence's feed, she whispered. Somebody did a real number on him. Nothing in her bag of tricks was bringing Prime back to life. As if I would. This is my world now. "Looks like Megatron succeeded in one thing. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she radioed over, seeing Turbulence looking at the fallen leader's chest plates.

Getting up, she turned to leave. This she had to see with her own optics. Not because of some perverse joy of victory - although she was pleased that her play to join the decepticons because she thought they had better chances to win the war had paid off - but because she wanted to do an examination. It was very likely Megatron or another decepticon offlined the red and blue titan, but she wanted to be sure. Because if there was something else, then by launching him here, the Earth's autobots shown it where they lived and it could be on it's way.

Changing the frequency, she contacted Sklog. "Big guy? I'm leaving for a bit, it looks like Prime was killed and his body sent here. I'm going to check it out. Will you be fine here or do you want to come with?"