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[aminerproblem]

[Considering the amount of scraplets that have been crawling around the ship, the handful of grooves sawed into Megatron's armor seems like a conservative amount of damage to take. He's looking more annoyed than legitimately concerned, at least. But he was never one to panic easily.]

It has become glaringly obvious that the ship has become victim to an infestation of some species of scraplet - virulent pests from my homeworld. Cybertronian protocols regarding exterminating them generally involve isolating the colony before it spreads out of control.
 

But seeing as it's somewhat late for that option, we'll need to concoct some more unorthodox methods of extracting them from inside the ship's internals before they eat through something particularly important.

Fortunately, the species infesting the Moira appear to be far less intelligent than the ones from our world, and are susceptible to the cold. With a little organization, we should be able to whittle down their numbers.

I don't imagine I need to explain why your cooperation is necessary if you enjoy breathing air and dislike prolonged exposure to cosmic radiation.

[That's a thing many organics probably do, he ganders.]

Using live lures to herd them into the air locks should be fairly effective, but we will need volunteers.

[ooc: log top level is here if you'd like to play something out!]

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[backsassin]

[The video feed opens on a copper-haired man with a wry smile, his right arm very clearly missing, before the MID camera is turned towards what looks like a badly damaged prosthetic arm propped up against a wall.]

I can lend a hand.

[aminerproblem]

...Very humorous.

[A Cybertronian with a deeper appreciation of comedy might have pat this organic on the back for a job well punned. Megatron is a far more dour sort, especially in this situation, and merely gives Zam the flattest frown.]

You sound different since the last time we spoke.

[backsassin]

[Come on, not even an eye-roll or a groan? The MID swings back towards Zam’s disappointed face.]

That happens. Don’t worry, it’s still me.

And I’m serious about using the arm as bait. It’s certainly not doing me any good anymore.

[aminerproblem]

[Sadly, Megatron's lived through a year of the brutal humor hell that is the Lost Light, and thus has grown numb to bad jokes.]

[He's more intrigued by the sudden knowledge that Zam can completely transform his voice. Not a common ability among the humans he's met.]

We may be able to make use of it. How soon can you bring it to the cargo hold?

[backsassin]

As soon as you need. It’s not going anywhere.