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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.

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Comments

[aminerproblem]

[He has noticed it, in fact. He very meticulously kept track of their supplies when he'd personally worked down there.]

Can this armor have some form of live energy running through it? I couldn't sense anything when I saw it down there.

[petrifiedshadow]

Oh, um...I'm not sure. Maybe if it was animus-touched, but I don't think it is. I don't actually know that much about it, it's something my father invented.

You could probably use it as regular armor though, to help protect you and the other metal people.