Quit panicking, you incompetents, and listen up.

Medics, Perceptor, where are you? We have WORK. Primus damn you all, I want to get laid again sometime in the future, and it won't happen until we fix this fragging mess, so SNAP TO.

I've got a list of everyone who's been exchanged who've made their situation public. I will be getting back to you ( Read more... )

It's done. It is fragging well done, and good slagging riddance. That is to say, there's now a fix for the rust that's been eating its way through the Nemesis ready to mutate into something lethal to mechs at any moment. (Which it did, twice, in sealed petri dishes. I've still got the samples, too, which are nicely resistant to the extant cure.) ( Read more... )

Announcements.

1. The human known as Miles Lancaster is not to be harmed. (This one, for those of you who don't bother learning their names.) He's my disposable lab assistant, and I have just now gotten him to the point where he's useful. Anyone who interferes with that will be replacing him in the lab without benefit of protective equipment ( Read more... )

( Locked to leaders, scientists, medics )

( Encrypted to medical and scientific personnel, Megatron, and Prime. )

( Private unhackable to Megatron. )

( Secure transmission. )

( Encrypted to Red Alert; Skyfire )

Skyfire and I have escaped your death trap and I hate you.

( Locked to Prime and Primus )