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[sufferist]

[The transmission comes as a video feed, though it isn't of a person. Instead, the camera is focused on what appears to be a very large hammer. For any bots familiar with the lore of the Primes or just happen to have heard of it, it is the Forge of Solus Prime. It's propped up against a wall in some unknown building.]

[The voice that speaks has an Alternian accent to it, and is otherwise soft and raspy.]

I believe this is an important artifact to your people, isn't it? I've been wondering...how much would you say it's worth?

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[worstprime]

[Okay Rodimus. You've got one chance here. One chance to maybe think if something clever and turn things in the favour of the Autobots.]

Next....week.

[shit]

[sufferist]

[Now he's just confused enough that he almost feels like he must be missing something. Is this a distraction tactic? What's happening?]

I'm...not even sure what you're going for, at this point. To be honest.

[worstprime]

Well you can't just...pop in out of NOWHERE, all 'I've got your sacred artifact loo di doo, now you've got to fight or barter or play trivia for it!' or whatever nonsense.

We've got a lot going on here, you know. S'not all about you! We might be BUSY.

[like, come on, bro]

[sufferist]

If you don't want it you don't have to come.

Otherwise we play by my terms.

[worstprime]

[wow Okay GEEZ.]

Alright. Fine. No promises but I'll see if I can't find the time.

You've got a place in mind, then?



...i'm not saying I'll show up. Just for reference.

[sufferist]

It will be downtown Los Angeles.

I'll let you know when.

[worstprime]

Right. I'll uh, clear my schedule then.

[Rodimus abruptly closes communication, miffed at having realistically not accomplished anything right there.

Who the hell even WAS THAT?]