hologram

[gunlegs]

Since there's more than two Cybertronians stuck together, I'm gonna be hammering in a gentle reminder that the Tyrest Accord still exists as long as I'm here. And that means no spreading any of our wartime scrap to anyone on this station. Any of it. Specially if you enjoy your freedom and your health.

To any of you fleshy types: If some two-bit Decepticon lowlife comes in offering something too good to be true, something particularly gruesome and good at making things you don't like explode - just don't even bother. Their faction name isn't there for fun. You'd be surprised how many times organics have fallen for the 'used antimatter cannon' routine.

My name's Fortress Maximus, by the way.

[Yes, it's a mouthful. Some robots have one of those names.]

I'll be here if you're having trouble with any of our lunkheads.

Comments

[organ_pharming]

[The universe must really like him!]

Taken care of? My, that sounds exciting~

And what, may I ask, do you plan to do to me exactly?

[gunlegs]

Luna 1 has a cozy cell for you to stay in until High Command figures out what to do with you.

That exciting enough?

[organ_pharming]

That might be a while. You wouldn't lock up a skilled medical professional like myself when so many cybertronians are still in need of my talents?

[gunlegs]

Don't think our universe will end if someone like you never sees another patient again.

[organ_pharming]

Not the universe maybe, but someone's life, certainly. I am, after all, the only medic in history to pull off a four-way fuel pump transplant.