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Good Afternoon

I am Longarm Prime, head of Autobot intelligence. At the behest of my colleagues I have seen it fit to create a social media account to help spread announcements from the Intelligence Department and answer any questions the general public may have.

Signing off.
[He lets out a huff of vents.]

Sleep little one, I will be here for you.
Cybertron is not…logical, I agree.
I never won any awards, Senators weren’t exactly allowed to participate heavily in the arts.

[His tone goes flat for a moment before he regains himself.]

I’m not one to partake in those sorts of activies anymore
Perhaps, but I find no logical meaning in singing anymore…and I’m afraid my skills weren’t what they were once more. But…if others ask for it, maybe.
OOC: And it won’t be the last of him
[His optic cycles, venting softly as he remembers something very very old]

I used to sing, to dance, to write and paint along with my studies…I…

[He vents again, shaking his helm]

I haven’t felt the need to do so in long a long time.
OOC: Welcome back, Senator Shockwave
Child of my love, we will walk Free in the Sun. Just watch for the chances that allow us our runs. They will grant you your wings, and lead you away. Through the Rust Sea, beyond here…

…and promise me…

And promise me…

Promise me, that you will not stay.
The first for your Name, that no one will know. The second and third, so that safety will grow.

Child of my soul, these are the words. Take them to Freedom and tell them in thirds. Our hearts, our souls, our love are our own. No one can take them, to the Magnus unknown.
Child of my love, we gather unseen. In the dark places where the cyberrats are so lean. But here we can plan, here we are Free. So open your audials, Child, and listen to me.

Child of my spark , remember, knock thrice. On the doors marked with one truth, one truth, and two lies.
But we are Free in this darkness, and Free we will stay. Do not let the Magnus lead you astray
The Magnus cannot find us, and She is our guide. So keep calm, keep calm, and run for your life.

[His tone was more melodic, instead of the flat and monotone voice of normal.]

Child of my soul, are you still there? I know life is hard, and a burden to bear.
[He pauses, for a long moment. Considering before opening his vox again, a promise, a lullaby of an old home that has his tone changing.]

Child of my spark , do not fear the night. It whispers in darkness and hides us from sight.
We won’t die. I can assure you that, you are looking at illogical situations and working up your processor.

[He attempts to assuage, but it could fall on deaf audials.]
[He nods]

That fear is understandable, but you are not alone anymore. I won’t leave you alone. We will get home one day.
You have multiple entrance wounds, most likely Exploit has messed with your processor, and body aches will be common.

[He explains, only softening up minutely.]
I have endured worse. Exploit will not get the reaction they want from me. Nor the results they want. While he thrives off of results and new discoveries, a non reactive patient is less likely to provide what they wish. My main priority is you.
I will try to look over you.

[He pauses, before answering.]

I believe he’s in surgery right now. The consensus was to hold off on informing him until he was out of surgery…I had hoped to save you before anything else could occur.
[He nods.]

I at least got some of it, an ally of mine was able to decipher Exploit’s location and sent it to me. I suppose I should’ve come more prepared..I don’t know what came over me.
[His optic brightens as he looks at Laserbeak, tilting his helm.]

It is good that your vox isn’t injured, but keep as much energy as you can, I’d rather not see you further injured than is necessary.
OOC: Yeah :) there’s a reason no medics are allowed to touch him
[He stares Exploit down. Not saying anything still, no indications, just simply a limp puppet on a string.]
[His optic dims, not wanting to give Exploit the satisfaction of pain or suffering. He just stares Exploit down like a disappointed parent, the calm anger rumbling underneath his frame about being an experiment once more. He vowed himself to never let that happened again. And yet here he was.]