[As locked as he can make it; that is, not very]

[death_chopper]

How am I supposed to--

I don't understand--

Why can't I--

Why is it so cold?!

Comments

[sex4necklaces]

What's wrong, Blackout? Aren't you enjoying your new nerve endings~?

[swinging_cat]

So you can do anything? Could you beat the Decepticons for us?

[sex4necklaces]

I preside over war as well, yes.

[swinging_cat]

So would you? Could you fix our ship too? Then we could beat the Preds and go home!

[sex4necklaces]

. . . I am afraid. You are outside my rule. I can perhaps provide you aide, repair your ship, but. I cannot end this war.

[swinging_cat]

Not the Autobots, either? Why not?

[sex4necklaces]

I cannot affect what the fates have decided happen to your world. My talent lies in inciting wars, not ending them.

[swinging_cat]

Oh.

But you can fix our ship?

[sex4necklaces]

I can intervene and provide you the means to do so, yes.

[swinging_cat]

Ha ha ha, yes! Thanks, um . . .

[sex4necklaces]

Freyja. Call me Freyja.

[swinging_cat]

Thanks a bunch, Freyja! We owe you one!

[locked to Freyja]

But you're not . . . just gonna leave Blackout to die out in the desert, right? You're just teaching him a lesson, right?

[locked]

[sex4necklaces]

Of course not. He will discover a means out. Luckily for him, his enemies have more compassion than his allies.

[locked]

[swinging_cat]

Yeah, lucky for him. Preds and 'Cons aren't the friendliest 'bots around.