Quit panicking, you incompetents, and listen up.

Medics, Perceptor, where are you? We have WORK. Primus damn you all, I want to get laid again sometime in the future, and it won't happen until we fix this fragging mess, so SNAP TO.

I've got a list of everyone who's been exchanged who've made their situation public. I will be getting back to you all as we schedule physical examinations. No, they probably won't be pleasant examinations. No, I really could not care less.

It's done. It is fragging well done, and good slagging riddance. That is to say, there's now a fix for the rust that's been eating its way through the Nemesis ready to mutate into something lethal to mechs at any moment. (Which it did, twice, in sealed petri dishes. I've still got the samples, too, which are nicely resistant to the extant cure.) Not that you idiots haven't been perfectly willing to ignore the problem, as if that would make it go away. No, you'd all rather stick your thumb up your aft and wait for it to rust off in there.

So glad to see you underclocked morons have finally got off your afts and found the latest batch of the missing, just in time for them to help apply the fix to the infected areas. They'll also need some reconstruction, since it strips off a substantial layer of the underlying metal. (The human products of Listerine and Lime-Away, plus a few compounds that aren't human provenance. Who knew?)

Now. For business.

Ramjet, Rainmakers, what have you been up to and how many pieces do I need to tear you into?

Disposable lab assistant, there is still no freedom for you. You're not dead yet, so somewhere in your fragile little carcass lies enough sense to be useful.

What else is there?

Announcements.

1. The human known as Miles Lancaster is not to be harmed. (This one, for those of you who don't bother learning their names.) He's my disposable lab assistant, and I have just now gotten him to the point where he's useful. Anyone who interferes with that will be replacing him in the lab without benefit of protective equipment.

2. Rainmaker trine leader, I need to speak to you at my earliest convenience.

3. Bonecrusher, I want to borrow Motormaster.

( Encrypted to medical and scientific personnel, Megatron, and Prime. )

[[OOC: I think that's about right?]]

( Secure transmission. )

[[OOC: Flight, we need to have a talk. <3 About 'how Divebomb can make it out of this alive.']]

( Encrypted to Red Alert; Skyfire )

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( Encrypted to Dirge, Ramjet, Thundercracker. )

Announcement. The area immediately surrounding the barrier is a no-go zone as of now.

Skyfire and I have escaped your death trap and I hate you.