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

[hologram]

[knightoflight]

If it starts, at all, it will spiral into something...very bad.

[Just like the war, one bad act leading to reprisals, leading to more reprisals, leading to...the whole war.]

We need to work together to make sure at doesn't happen.

[hologram]

[gunlegs]

It won't start if I have anything to say about it.

[Not on his watch. Especially not with Optimus here to help.]

But yeah, working together will be our best bet here. What did you have set up?

[hologram]

[knightoflight]

I don't think we need to resort to anything extreme. It's a delicate balance.

[In other words, please don't stir up trouble. They already have plenty.]

We have a resource sharing, at the moment, food being our first priority. And we're working on getting washracks.