IC Inbox: Savrou

[ultramatum]

Attention:
You are currently receiving this automated message as I am unable to respond to communications at this time. If this is an emergency situation, I recommend using the Moira Positioning System to locate me directly, or contact one of the captains. Otherwise please leave a brief message and I will reply as soon as an opportunity becomes available.

- Ultra Magnus
Moira Repair Officer, Former Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord

Comments

[ultramatum]

[ Because Tailgate chose to send this message via text, he is spared the look of deeply resigned disappointed on Magnus' face right now. He's not even sure it's worth it to ask why he thought that was a good idea in the first place. ]

Tailgate,
I'm not sure why I have to remind you, but organic alcohol is not compatible with cybertronian anatomy. I hope this has been a learning experience for you.

I suggest you go to the medbay immediately, and see if they can flush some of the liquid out of your system. Follow-up with me afterwards. It would be good to know at this stage what kind of medical care we can expect from a ship with hardly any mechanical lifeforms on board, in the event of more serious injuries.

[daintylegs]

I don't think I'm quite THAT sick. Well maybe I feel just a little sticky inside, but aside from that.

[So why did he do this? Why tell Magnus? Well, he DOES have a reason. It's just not a very good one.]

It's a little weird isn't it? There's not a lot of energon and there's no one to fix us if we get actually sick. All the organics have a miner breakdown everytime they see me, and that's weird too. Don't you find it weird?

[ultramatum]

That's a fairly common response from organics when confronted with a cybertronian, we should consider ourselves fortunate they aren't acting with hostility. Many of them are probably finding the displacement as jarring an experience as we have.

We will just have to be diligent about seeking energon as the ship travels and avoiding risk of injury.