...More apologies.
[Set after speaking to TFA Starscream.]
[He's in his master bedroom, curled over the edge of his bed. He has a barrel of oil in his hands, but it's still full and his fingers are drumming a quick, nervous rhythm that was entirely undefined by anyone but himself. Mumbling to himself for a moment, the communicator is on the floor looking upward at him. He's looking... very anxious. And guilty.]
Ah... it looks like it's my turn to... set things straight. I believe I have come to a reali --
[His words are cut off as he fumbles his oil and spills it, and it quickly spreads straight to the communicator. A good half inch of the stuff is seen blocking the lower edge of the vid screen.]
Slag-- Sorry, hold on one moment...
[Rushing in attempt to catch as much of it as he could, he gives up on the oil a minute later after scooping it up into the can to save the communicator. The feed goes fuzzy for a moment as he finds a cloth to rub it off on, and after a good twenty seconds of more fumbling he finally seems to have things under control.]
...okay. I'm... not entirely sure of how this came to be, but I must say it is... very refreshing. I feel so much lighter, so much weight is off of my struts even after the few apologies I've given so far. Even so... it is not enough to outweigh the things I've done...
I do understand if no one accepts these apologies... it is after all only my burden to bear...
I do offer my apologies, but for now... I only hope that everyone present can at the very least be in good spirits? If there's anything, anything you need, please don't hesitate to comm me. I am only here to help when I can.
[He's in his master bedroom, curled over the edge of his bed. He has a barrel of oil in his hands, but it's still full and his fingers are drumming a quick, nervous rhythm that was entirely undefined by anyone but himself. Mumbling to himself for a moment, the communicator is on the floor looking upward at him. He's looking... very anxious. And guilty.]
Ah... it looks like it's my turn to... set things straight. I believe I have come to a reali --
[His words are cut off as he fumbles his oil and spills it, and it quickly spreads straight to the communicator. A good half inch of the stuff is seen blocking the lower edge of the vid screen.]
Slag-- Sorry, hold on one moment...
[Rushing in attempt to catch as much of it as he could, he gives up on the oil a minute later after scooping it up into the can to save the communicator. The feed goes fuzzy for a moment as he finds a cloth to rub it off on, and after a good twenty seconds of more fumbling he finally seems to have things under control.]
...okay. I'm... not entirely sure of how this came to be, but I must say it is... very refreshing. I feel so much lighter, so much weight is off of my struts even after the few apologies I've given so far. Even so... it is not enough to outweigh the things I've done...
I do understand if no one accepts these apologies... it is after all only my burden to bear...
I do offer my apologies, but for now... I only hope that everyone present can at the very least be in good spirits? If there's anything, anything you need, please don't hesitate to comm me. I am only here to help when I can.