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[Ok. Shepard's day wasn't going well. Day? Night? Whatever time it was. Waking up with a thing that looked like the human reaper wasn't the best way to start things. Shooting it in the face seemed like a good idea, though. Or... maybe not. Well, she was dead, so what was the issue? This place was obviously a hell specially cultivated for her. Planet made of metal? Metal humanoid things standing over her bed when she awoke? Yes. It would sound like hell if she believed in it, and if Ashley were here, Shepard might owe her an apology for not believing in that afterlife stuff.]

This is Commander Shepard of the Alliance. Can anyone read me?

[She'd already come in contact with Mordin and was currently trying to make it to his location without being seen by anyone else (stealth wasn't her thing and she sort of wished Kasumi were here right now.) It didn't surprise her that Mordin would be in hell, all things considered. Of course she had wished that all of her teammates would end up in a nicer place if there was one, but still no shocker. And of course his presence confirmed her suspicion that she was dead. Not that there was any question. The Catalyst had told her there was 0% chance of survival. But for the Geth and EDI... It was worth it, wasn't it? She'd never know.]

Location unknown. Hostiles all around. I'm undetected for the moment, but I could sure use a hand or a friendly face right about now.

[She'd keep the feed open in case anyone else responded, but she still had to find Mordin.]

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...Miss? Excuse me.

[There's definitely a very large mechanobiological addressing you. Except this metal guy is very white and shiny with eyes like sunshine and he appears to be...smiling at you.]

Do you need some help?

[Yes... But at least a smile is better than a glare. Unless a smile is a sign of aggression in their culture.]

Commander will do. [No personal greetings for robots.] And yes, I could use some information. Tell me whatever you can about this place. Population, hazards, food and energy sources, transportation, foundation...

[Sorry, Wing. She's treating you like an informational VI.]

If that's what you prefer, Commander. [Oh that feels weird though. Since well, you aren't his commander. But, manners.] Call me Wing.

I'm happy to help. But that's...a great deal of information. I'll try to segment as best I can.

You are currently on a planet named Cybertron, in the very beginning of its development. It is home to my species, a race of sentient, sapient mechanbiological beings. Or rather, it will be, when our god and creator, Primus, arrives to birth life on to the world.

Right now, all inhabitants aside from the First Forged and their Acolytes--which you were likely greeted by--are not native to this world. We were transported here, like you, via the Lambda from different dimensions of space/time.

This is because Unicron, Primus's antithesis and a force of chaos and corruption, is trying to take control of the planet instead. The Lambda is his work.

[He pauses, because he knows that's a lot to take in. His face takes on an expression of sympathy and regret. None of this is his fault, but he still feels badly for anyone taken from their homes.]

I'm very sorry, but that does mean you've been brought against your will to a place where two very powerful beings are fighting a war over territory. And until we can reverse the effects of the Lambda, no ships can safely leave and dimensional transport is ineffective.

[Hey he's happy to comply, as long as you aren't rude or roboracist about it.]

Alright, Wing.

[She does work with a geth and an unshackled AI, so sometimes Shepard knows how to play nice.]

I'd like to more about these people, Primus and Unicron. Why are they fighting, and how does their battle bring us to this place?

[Wing offers a patient smile.] They are not people so much as cosmic entities, the deities of my people. Primus is our god and creator. He is the bringer of light and life. He is usually manifest to us in some way, often as the core of our world. However this Cybteron is young and the First Forged still prepare for his arrival. Part of that preparation is purging the world of Unicron's corruption.

As to why they fight, it's an age old struggle is it not? Territory, power, control. The difference being that one is benevolent and the other is not. The Lambda is Unicron's way of seeding chaos onto the world. It's plucking matter: objects, people, whole buildings, randomly out of time/space and depositing them here. Sometimes it's monsters, either his own forces or natural species corrupted and lost to his chaos. Either way, they are focused solely on the mindless eradication of anything not of their kith.

[He looks almost sad for a moment.]

I'm sorry to paint such a dismal picture. You...do not seem like the type who'd want things sugar-coated? [ But then he brightens, because as long as Wing's spark pulses he will foster hope. ] There are good things in this world too though, happy and beautiful and inspiring.

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[video] /slips in here and renews her title of She Who Is Forever Late

[video] Better late than never!

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