[[Open, video]]

[not_your_gun]

[The video cuts in suddenly, static-laced and foggy at the edges as steam rolls by. Its Magnum, the faintest hint of terror being tightly locked under a grim visage as he is thoroughly power-washed by drones in The Silver Bullet's locker rooms.]

Soundwave.[He isn't bothering to lock this--that would take too much time, and he fears he has none

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[houndofmegatron]

Acknowledged. [He straightens up, saluting with a fist to his chest--]

2/3

[houndofmegatron]

[--and falters....]

[houndofmegatron]

...Sir?

[not_your_gun]

Y...Yes Blackout?

[He's fighting it, but he also knows its fairly futile.]

Is there something...I...

can do for you?

Speak quickly.

[houndofmegatron]

No, sir.

Just...know that I will remain at your disposal, so much as my revised duties and my discretion permit.

[not_your_gun]

I...

Yes.

It's...been nice?

Working with you?

[houndofmegatron]

You say that as if this is the end of our working relationship, sir.

[not_your_gun]

I...

I don't know.

Would you want to work with me, still?

Even if....everything changes?

[houndofmegatron]

[There is no hesitation.] Yes.

[Granted, there's only no hesitation because he's pretty sure that this will wear off after a while--it did with everyone else, after all. If he had any reason to believe otherwise, he probably wouldn't be so sanguine about this.]

[not_your_gun]

Oh, Blackout...

It means so much to hear.

I didn't think that...anyone...would want....

Well, me. Like this.

[houndofmegatron]

You are still Lord Megatron, even if you are...inconvenienced, sir. We would not abandon you so lightly.

[not_your_gun]

I think I would deserve it.

[houndofmegatron]

Then trust our judgment, rather than your own.

[not_your_gun]

I...

Yes.

I can do this. You will...tell me what to do? To help?

[houndofmegatron]

...If that is what you wish, sir.

[not_your_gun]

I just do not know anymore.

If I am not fit for leading...what...am I good at?