[The post is kind of staticky. Prime's voice is hurried, anxious -- and pained.]

Everyone, get to the ship! That's an order! And once you do -- take off! Get out of here, I'll hold Bradley off as long as I can --

[There's a shriek of metal on metal, scraping and twisting, accompanied by even more static. A few shots from Prime's laser rifle ( Read more... )

[Though he's doing a damn good job of disguising it, there's still tension in Prime's voice as he addresses the crew -- All right, we're here. Technology masters and mechanics? There are a few parts of the ship that feel...tampered with, like someone's been in there and didn't put it back together right. I'd like you to check it out. You'll be ( Read more... )

I've checked and double-checked Antrim. No sign of any fog, any monsters...or children. She's long gone -- if she was even here at all.

[heavy sigh]

Quartermasters, make sure everyone is accounted for. No one is getting left behind in a place like this.

...

...I'm sorry I brought you here. I put all of you into danger. We are only ( Read more... )

[Set after the party thread. Prime doesn't sound quite as...together as he usually does. Despite the fact that he's slurring a little, he has something very important to tell you all.]

Attention. This is...your captain speaking. I have annnn....announcement to make.

You are...the best crew a bot could ask for. I...I am glad to have each ( Read more... )

The Convoy is ours again. Crew...well done. I'm grateful to all of you.

I need a skeleton crew to remain on board the Fiertia. We're going back to Kropmork, to find the lab where they transferred my data. Technology Masters, I'll need your help figuring them out. With any luck, we'll find a way to reverse the process. I'll feel better about ( Read more... )