[[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

Comments

[glassloyalist]

... interesting. A chance to see what I have heard firsthand.

[not_your_gun]

Yes, Starscream.

Know that there are other threats than me.

[He laughs, crazily, which really fades into more of a whimper.]

Who will take advantage of this, I...think.

[glassloyalist]

Oh, it is well noted.

...

And...

...

Well, I...

nevermind.

[not_your_gun]

What a beautiful war we have here, isn't it?

So different.

So similar...

This isn't how it was supposed to go.

I don't think I want you to see me...like...this.

[glassloyalist]

War is never beautiful, Magnum.

Ah. The best laid plans of drones and mechs.

[not_your_gun]

Ah, but in this one?

No one dies. They just...vanish.

...

Did...you still want to see me, in a week?

[glassloyalist]

All wars, Magnum.

... I do.

[not_your_gun]

I...don't want to be in any wars.

You...still remember where to find me?

[glassloyalist]

...

Yes.

[oh, he does feel bad about this, but...]