Much to Ratchet's surprise they actually found someone willing to take them across the lake. While looking around for help, Wheeljack had managed to run into someone who'd offered to ferry them across if they'd explain what had just happened.

Wheeljack was happy to do so and had been talking nonstop since then.

They eventually got over to the island and reached the crashed ship.

"A little to the left." They stared at the scene. Prowl was standing on the ground. His right servo was hanging by his side with an obvious injury on it and another injury on the right side of his chassis. That wasn't weird. What was weird was that Silverbolt was trying to climb down the mountain face with only one hand with Sari riding on his back. "A little more." Prowl appeared to be giving him directions.

"What happened here?!" shouted Ratchet.

Prowl calmly turned. "Sari somehow managed to repair the ship enough that it could start up, and I figured desperate times call for desperate measures."

Ratchet turned to look at Silverbolt. He raised an optic ridge. "Is that Silverbolt?

"Yes."

Ratchet stared. There was something alien about Silverbolt's appearance, but not repulsively so. What had Ratchet concerned was why Silverbolt had never tried to communicate what he was to them. And then there was the matter of his allegiance…There were so many questions that needed to be answered. His optics wandered to Silverbolt's limp arm and wing. "Why is he trying to climb down with only one servo?"

"Megatron broke the other one along with a wing," explained Prowl. "He can't fly right now."

Ratchet groaned. That was yet another thing he was going to have to worry about repairing, and he didn't know a slagging thing about organics!

"So…How are we gonna get to the ship?" asked Bumblebee.

Wheeljack stared at Swoop. Swoop stared back. "How much can you carry in your alt mode?" Swoop shrugged.

Well, it was something. Maybe they can talk Silverbolt into helping once his wing was repaired.

Speaking of which, Silverbolt had finally reached solid ground. He let out a short sigh and placed Sari on the ground. The Autobots started slightly when they noticed that there was visible circuitry where her skin had come off in small patches. Sari noticed and groaned. "I'm techno-organic like my dad."

Well, what do you know? Everyone here's Cybertronian," commented Wheeljack. "What're the chances of that?"

Nobody could bring themselves to think about this.

Eventually, Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Swoop got Flareup, Prowl, and Bumblebee into the ship. Ratchet instructed Prowl and Bumblebee not to do anything strenuous, told Wheeljack to start constructing a new servo for Bulkhead, and told Bulkhead to find an organic medic since Ratchet knew nothing about organic medicine.

Sari decided to help with that last one since the doctor was for her dad. She located some of her spare clothes, put on her mask, and went with Bulkhead.

"Why can't Ratchet just remove your dad's armor and weld his skeleton back together?" asked Bulkhead.

Sari snorted. "It doesn't work that way with organic life forms, even if they're only partially organic. We've got all sorts of stuff between our skin and bones that we need, like muscle and blood vessels and nerves. If Ratchet tried to fix Dad the way he does a normal bot, he'd probably cause permanent damage. Anyway, most broken bones can be fixed by putting the bones in the right position and using a plaster cast to hold them in place. That way they can heal on their own without any problems. They do sometimes need to go in and perform surgery to keep the bones in place though." Sari winced. "I hope Dad won't have to have surgery. I have no idea how you'd perform surgery on a techno-organic."

"So you guys are both techno-organics?" asked Bulkhead.

Sari nodded. "We both have sparks and can transform. Mostly"

"Wow, you're really lucky," said Bulkhead.

Sari nodded solemnly. "Yeah, I know."

Eventually, they did find a doctor of sorts. Sari glanced at the veterinarian they'd run across. "I'm surprised you stayed in the city with all the killer robots running around."

The man sighed and stared out the window for a moment. "Yes, well, my mom lives in a retirement home, and I was worried about her."

"What's a retirement home?" asked Bulkhead.

"It's a place for senior citizens who can't live on their own or don't have anyone to take care of them," explained Sari.

"But you're a doctor," said Bulkhead, confusion evident in his voice. "Why can't you take care of her?"

The vet coughed. "Veterinarians treat animals not humans, and my mother…has a mental condition. She needs special care that I can't provide." He turned to Sari. "And you said your father…"

"He is a giant wolf-eagle-robot hybrid," explained Sari.

"Ratchet said he's never had to treat an organic before and wanted some help," explained Bulkhead.

"And what sort of injuries did he have?" asked the vet.

Sari thought a moment. "His right wing and arm are broken. He had some cuts and slashes. He used a couple of grappling hooks that had to break through the skin. That's all I could tell. He's mute so I couldn't really ask him how he felt."

The vet nodded. "You don't have another way of communication?"

"We usually use sign language, but he needs both hands for that. He can write, but Ratchet was making him lie down."

The vet thought a moment. "Well, I'm definitely going to need a lot of plaster and cloth for the broken bones, and something waterproof to cover them with so they won't get wet. Some thread and a needle might be a good idea for the lacerations, but depending on how thick his skin is, we might need something else, like staples. Some water and a container to boil it in and something I can use to force the water into his injuries with enough force to clear the debris without damaging the tissue. A saline solution would be better, but those come pre-packaged, and I don't know how to make it myself. Antibiotics would probably be a good idea since if he's gone untreated so far he probably has gotten debris and bacteria into his wounds, and we don't want infection to set in. An X-Ray would be nice. And something to shave off any fur on his broken arm."

"They have a scanner that should work," said Sari. "…If Ratchet managed to get it out of the ship."

"I'll let the others know," said Bulkhead. "Maybe the Dinobots can find that stuff."

Sari groaned. "I hope they stay out of trouble."

After another half hour, they reached the island and managed to find where the group had set up camp.

The only ones there were Silverbolt and Wheeljack. Wheeljack looked like he was attempting to build some kind of shelter. Silverbolt was curled up on his left side and licking at a wound on his right arm where his grappling hook had been fired. He looked up and eyed the new arrival.

The vet just stared.

"Hi guys. This is Dr. Jackson Darby. He's a veterinarian," explained Sari. "He said he'd look Dad over and see if he could do anything."

Dr. Darby kept staring.

"Nice to meet you Jack! Can I call you Jack?" Dr. Darby nodded at Wheeljack's request. "Great! We can't call you Jackie though. That's one of my nicknames, and that would get confusing real quick."

"How's it going with the replacement parts?" asked Bulkhead.

"Great. I've constructed replacement circuits for Bumblebee a couple of times before so I already finished that. I just thought I'd try and set up something to keep rain off Silverbolt until you got back. I need to get some measurements before I start constructing your replacement servo," explained Wheeljack.

"Okay." Bulkhead held out his arms. He really wanted that repaired. It never occurred to him how hard it was to get around with only one servo.

Dr. Darby had already made his way over to Silverbolt. He looked Silverbolt over. Dr. Darby pointed at the large sun on Silverbolt's chest. "Is that a tattoo?" Silverbolt nodded. "How did you even get a tattoo?" Silverbolt gave him an odd look. "…Never mind. That's probably not important." He reached for Silverbolt's right arm but paused. "May I?" Silverbolt nodded hesitantly. Dr. Darby carefully pressed down on Silverbolt's arm. Silverbolt suddenly jerked back, growling. "Well, it feels broken. Sari and Bulkhead said you guys had scanners. Have you gotten a look at his arm with one of those?"

"Not yet. Ratchet was more concerned about Flareup since her injuries were life threatening," explained Wheeljack as he continued measuring Bulkhead's servos. "Could you treat the other injuries until then?"

Dr. Darby glanced at the injuries on Silverbolt's arms. "Yeah, I won't be able to do anything until the supplies get here anyway." Jack gave Silverbolt a nervous look as he relaxed and allowed his arm to be examined some more. "You act like a wild animal. Have you ever been this badly injured before?" Silverbolt shook his head. Dr. Darby fingered an odd puncture wound on the back of one of Silverbolt's arms. "You shot grappling hooks out of these, right? They look sort of like puncture wounds, except the injury came from inside instead of outside. There's some scarring around the area too, so I'm guessing you've used these before." Silverbolt nodded.

"Maybe you should wait for Ratchet's opinion before you treat those," suggested Sari, her protectiveness over her father bleeding through.

Dr. Darby nodded. "Yes, that would be a good idea, especially since I'm going to have to cover one of them when I set his broken arm. If I miss something, I'll have to remove the cast or it'll fester until the cast comes off."

"…You and Ratchet are gonna get along just fine," commented Wheeljack.

Up above:

Flareup groaned as her optics onlined. She felt like scrap. The first thing she saw was Ratchet and Swoop. Huh, that was something she never expected to wake up to. "What the-Wha?"

Ratchet vented. "Finally…What is the last thing you remember?"

"Getting thrown into a building…and feeling…fuzzy…Why do I itch? And feel like scrap?"

"You got hit by Oil Slick's cosmic rust," explained Ratchet.

Flareup groaned. "No matter I feel like scrap."

"Look better now," said Swoop poking at Flareup's forehead.

Ratchet grabbed the offending servo. "Don't do that." Flareup mentally agreed. She had enough of a processor ache already.

Swoop nodded and frowned. "Help Grandpa now?"

"Not until the supplies arrive," said Ratchet. The only thing he could do was maybe staple lacerations closed with a techno-organic.

Primus, he didn't even know what to think about those two. Did he leave them on their own, try to get them to join, report them to Cybertron? They'd found so many things that shouldn't be possible on this planet…

"Ratchet, stop worrying," said Prowl. This simply caused Ratchet to sanitize his servos and come over to him. "Those two have had to adapt to extreme changes before. I'm sure they can do so again."

"Yeah, yeah, now shut up and let me treat something that I'm actually familiar with." Ratchet started examining the interior circuitry of Prowl's injured arm. "The cut was clean, but the water might have caused some damage."

Prowl winced. "I can handle using only one servo." He paused as Swoop settled down next to them and stared at what Ratchet was doing. "It's not as bad as last time."

Ratchet huffed at Prowl's claims. It was still a bad injury that needed treatment ASAP. Prowl should know that. "Why are you so against staying in the med bay?"

Prowl internally winced at getting caught. "I think we already established that whatever is causing my glitch is less effective when I'm outside the ship."

"It can't be that simple," argued Ratchet. "That suggests there's some sort of difference between the two environments. I just need to figure out what that is."

"I like being outside more than inside," commented Prowl.

Ratchet snorted. "That's just convenient." Prowl being a tree hugger was a surprising discovery, but it wasn't completely unheard of. Ratchet had once met a soldier that collected and bred various plant species. He hadn't been a very popular mech. "We need to figure out what's causing it before we leave."

Prowl shrugged. "We're not leaving anytime soon…" Megatron had undone most of the repairs they'd managed to make, and the ship was now sticking out of a mountain. Barring another miracle, the Orion wasn't going to fly any time soon.

Ratchet's com link crackled to life. "The Dinobots are back with supplies."

"Right, I'll be there in a klik." Ratchet wrapped some foil around Prowl's servo injury and the injury in his side. "Do me a favor and keep an optic on Bumblebee and Flareup while Swoop flies me down."

Prowl looked at Flareup, who looked like she was about to slip back into recharge. Bumblebee had gone to his room since there were only two medical berths, but he'd muttered something about recharging at the time. "I'll just…contact you if there are any complications."

A few minutes later, Ratchet and Swoop were back on solid ground and discovered that the Dinobots had decided to help out by heating up a very large container full of boiling water while Sari petted them with a concerned frown on her face. "Okay, okay, that's enough!" The Dinobots stopped. Dr. Darby checked the water. "It should be clean, but it needs to cool down." He paused when he noticed Ratchet had reached him. "Hi, you're the medic?"

"Yeah, you the human medic?"

"Actually, I'm a veterinarian," corrected Dr. Darby, "but that should work better in this case since he has a broken wing. A human medic wouldn't know how to set that."

Ratchet nodded. "Good."

"So, have you done any scans?" asked Dr. Darby. "I need to know the break patterns before I set the bones."

Ratchet frowned. He'd tried scanning Silverbolt and Sari already, but he hadn't gotten any useful information because their organic components were throwing the scanner off. He couldn't even pick up the signals that all living Transformers were supposed to give off! "They're hard to read." He was cut off when Wheeljack tossed him a component. "What's this?"

"I thought we might need a way to scan organics so I researched how they usually scan their injured and put something together," explained Wheeljack. "I don't know how well it'll work, but it's worth a try."

Ratchet nodded. "Go get a datapad for me to put these on." Swoop nodded and hurried off. Ratchet turned to Silverbolt. "Can you stand?"

Silverbolt climbed to his feet, wobbling a bit. His balance had been thrown off by his injuries.

A few minutes later, Ratchet and Dr. Darby were looked at the scans. "It looks like he might have a concussion, so you'll need to keep him from sleeping for a couple of days."

"Shouldn't be too hard. These are the locations where the grappling hooks are stored."

"They look sort of like cavities. The injury isn't as bad as I thought there. I'll just need to make sure they're covered and kept dry. I'm more worried about the blood that's probably in the cavity. It could encourage bacterial growth so I'd like to flush it with some alcohol if you could find some. The bones aren't broken in a way I've seen before."

"Same here. It's made of the same stuff as our supporting structures, but the structure is different. It's not solid."

"The structure is pretty similar to our bones. The spaces are sort of for absorbing shock so that it can take more damage than it would be able to take otherwise. The breaks are clean. I think I can set them without surgery. I'll have to shave his broken arm before I put the cast on, otherwise it'll be difficult to get off, more painful too. The lacerations aren't too bad. One reached the muscle layer, but if he's still moving it shouldn't be too severe. Best to let him rest while his body heals though. You see anything on your end?"

"It's still difficult to get a good image of his mechanical components. I'll have to get Wheeljack try to improve this." This invention was actually pretty useful even if it was only needed for two bots. "Wait a klik…" He stared at one part of the image. "That's not symmetrical."

Dr. Darby nodded. "That's normal with parts the abdomen; heart's on the left side, one liver on the right, slightly smaller left lung."

"This is in his neck." Ratchet stared at image for a good few moments before it finally clicked. He stared in disbelief at the image before staring at Silverbolt. "You have got to be kidding me." He walked over. "Hold still." He grabbed hold of Silverbolt's neck and pushed.

There was an odd snapping sound and Silverbolt jerked back. "Ah!" He froze, bringing his good arm up to his throat. "I…You…How?"

"Are you serious?" Sari asked incredulously. "That's all we had to do to fix his voice?"

"Yeah, looks like something weakened the structure that holds the vocalizer in place and then knocked it loose," explained Ratchet, annoyed that he hadn't known to do that earlier. "Gonna have to figure out how to keep it from coming loose again…"

Silverbolt just nodded, apparently in a state of shock.

"It looks like his skin is pretty thick," continued Dr. Darby. "I don't think a thread and needle is going to work. Do you guys have staples?"

Ratchet nodded. "Yeah, used them on an injury he got before."

"Can you boil them in some more water, and could someone find a razor?" requested Dr. Darby. "We could probably get by without shaving with the lacerations, but I'd like to remove hair from the area around the reverse puncture wounds. We definitely need to remove the fur from the right arm before we put the cast on."

"We can make do. What about pain?" asked Ratchet. "I'm worried how he'd react to an EMP pulse like I'd normally use since he has organic brain matter."

Dr. Darby nodded. "Yeah, I don't think the normal anesthesia's gonna work, and I don't think these are two things that can be combined."

"Agreed."

"Rat…chet…"

Ratchet paused and looked at Silverbolt. His voice was incredibly raspy and had a strange accent to it that Ratchet couldn't identify. It wasn't a pleasant voice, likely due to disuse. "Yeah?"

"Thank you."

Ratchet immediately shrugged it off. "Don't mention it." It would have been stupid and dangerous to leave his vocalizer out of place.

"I've never had a patient that could talk before," commented Dr. Darby. "Tell me if you feel any discomfort."

Silverbolt felt a lot of discomfort, but didn't voice it. Both medics could tell, and both berated him for it. Then Dr. Darby started talking about how wild animals often would hide their pain and injuries because they could get killed otherwise and mused that Silverbolt was doing the same thing instinctually.

Swoop kept leaning in to see what they were doing, which led to Dr. Darby trying to explain what sort of procedures the two were performing. How much Swoop understood was debatable.

Once Silverbolt had been patched up as well as he could be, Dr. Darby turned his attention to Sari. "Okay, what about you?"

Sari blinked. "You're not a human doctor."

"Yeah, but you're injured too."

Sari looked at the exposed circuitry. "It's fine."

She was promptly hit (very carefully) over the head by Ratchet. "Exposed circuitry is always something that needs to be treated. Now stay still and let me scan you."

"I've survived way worse than this," protested Sari. "I'm perfectly fine."

"They'll leave scars," pointed out Dr. Darby.

"I've already got scars."

Dr. Darby frowned as he looked her over. There were several scars on her body, and there was a particularly large one on Sari's side. It was obvious that she'd had a rough life, one that had forced her to become strong. "…At least let us bandage you."

It took some doing, but the two doctors eventually talked Sari into getting bandaged up. Ratchet still had a lot of work ahead of him. He had to monitor Flareup for the next few solar cycles, repair (possibly replace) Prowl's arm, replace Bumblebee's damaged circuits, replace Bulkhead's servo, deal with the various injuries everyone (including himself) had accumulated, and possibly play peacemaker with the humans.

But it looked like everyone was going to be okay, and Ratchet couldn't express how relieved he was to realize that.

The humans…were having a pretty rough time themselves.

Powell slammed his hands down on the table. "Sumdac Systems is not responsible for these damages!"

Mayor Edsel frowned at Powell. The mayor's secretary coughed. "It's not that simple. It is unknown how long this…What was he called?"

"Megatron," said Fanzone. The guy who'd given the bots a ride was actually an off duty police officer, and he'd filled everyone in on the situation. "Supposed to be the leader of the 'Deception-cons' or something like that."

"It is unknown how long Megatron was housed in the Sumdac Industries headquarters or the extent of his influence on the robotics produced by your company," continued the secretary. "We are willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but there are other issues that need to be dealt with. Your various robot lines have all malfunctioned to the point that they are no longer functional, which has led to deaths in those with artificial organs, which will lead to lawsuits. Then there are the jobs that only robots have performed for years. Older models from before 2158 still function for some reason, but there are very few of those that are still functional. The ones that are functional are in need of extensive maintenance so they are not a viable, long-term solution. Until a solution is found, human workers will have to be hired instead."

"Good. Never did like giving jobs to robots," said Fanzone. "I need to find some more officers too." The officers with cybernetic enhancements, which was quite a high percentage, were currently off the force due to their parts not working.

"In Mr. Powell's defense, we are dealing with a highly advanced extraterrestrial race," said Hector. "It's not surprising that he was able to hack into our systems. We are currently having our scientists investigate the nonfunctional robots to see if he made any changes to their systems or programming for his own reasons. As soon as the reason for the mass malfunction is found, the engineers will correct the problem and start producing new working robots."

Mayor Edsel frowned at Powell and Hector. "Do you have a timeline?" asked the secretary.

"Not yet," said Powell. "But I have my best scientists working on it. I'm quite certain they'll find a solution in no time."

Mayor Edsel nodded. "We also have extensive damages to repair," continued the secretary. "The repairs will be quite expensive, but the Autobots have offered to assist in repairs, and we've taken that offer."

"What? Why?" asked Powell.

"They're a repair crew," explained Fanzone. "They just caught the interest of trained soldiers who wanted something they had and followed them here." He shrugged. "I figured if they were gonna lie, they'd try to make themselves sound impressive."

Mayor Edsel nodded and sighed. "We're going to need all the help we can get," continued the secretary. "And they likely have more experience than any of the construction workers on payroll."

"How do we know we can trust them?" asked Powell.

"At the moment, the federal government has decided to allow them to stay since we wouldn't be able to do anything to defend ourselves against their level of technology. The fact that the Autobots haven't attempted this yet, suggests that they come in peace," explained the secretary. "And if they don't, it would be in our best interests to cooperate with them to lessen the amount of damage." Mayor Edsel gestured for a thick sheaf of papers. "Now, about the damage costs. We will be receiving aid, but funds will still be needed to fully repair all of the damage…"

Later:

"And that was the gist of the meeting," muttered Hector. "Weren't able to figure out much except that they didn't have much of a choice except to trust the Autobots. Not really anything interesting or useful from what I could tell."

Megatron grunted from where he was checking over a computer.

"Why are you keeping this little pest?" asked Strika. "He does not seem useful."

"Humans occasionally come up with useful ideas." Megatron had had a lot of spare time during the eight years he'd been in the lab. He'd done some research. The ideas weren't up to Cybertronian standards, but they were in need of supplies, and it would be faster to get them here, especially considering it usually took a long time to reach Earth. Hopefully he'd be able to find a way around that. "I'd like an inside man in case they manage to come up with anything to speed up our plans. In addition, he's in a position where he's more likely to hear information on the Autobots' movements."

Hector nodded, but didn't try to keep from glaring. While the cerebro shell was still in place and could control him, Megatron could no longer hear his thoughts. It seemed like a poor trade in his opinion.

Lugnut stepped forward. "And what do you plan to do now, glorious Megatron?"

Megatron paused and took a quick look at his troops. "…Perhaps a few more solar cycles of recovery first."

He was willing to sit back and let things play out when necessary. If there was one thing he'd picked up in his 'prison' it was patience.

Elsewhere:

"You want to leave?" asked Nancy. "But why?"

"Current location: unsafe," explained Soundwave as he looked for and gathered up some simple supplies. "Decepticon presence: Now known to world at large. Additional: More space required for future projects."

"What kind of projects?" asked Nancy.

"Espionage. Scout construction. Construction of new body."

"Why do you need a new body?"

"Scale: Previously unknown. Modifications: Necessary for long term interaction."

"They were pretty big," agreed Nancy. "Especially that black one."

Soundwave nodded. Blackout had been huge, even by Decepticon standards. "Megatron: Requested continued surveillance. Soundwave: Will not be will not be taken seriously in current form."

Nancy tilted her head. "You mean like how adults don't listen to me because I'm just a kid?"

Soundwave paused. "Sort of."

Nancy glanced at Ravage and Laserbeak, who were also gathering supplies. They were the only four in the house. "Can I go with you?"

That actually caught Soundwave off guard. "What?"

"Mom and Dad work most of the time, and Daniel spends most of his time with friends at their houses. It'll be lonely without you."

Soundwave stared at the little human. She could be hard to understand sometimes. This was one of those times. She'd obviously known her family for her whole life. She'd known him and his creations for a few months. "Negative. Soundwave: Does not know how to take care of organic life forms. New base: Will likely be unsafe. Nancy's disappearance: Will be noticed and will result in searches that could uncover new base."

Nancy pouted. "Can I come visit?"

"New base: Unsafe," repeated Soundwave.

"Laserbeak or Ravage could take me there," said Nancy. "Please!"

Soundwave vented. "Maybe."

It was as good as either were going to get.

Silverbolt stretched awkwardly. He could not recall being in a similar situation to this…Having bandages all over his body and two casts was uncomfortable and restricting. Something about having his wing in a splint was making him panic in the back of his mind. He was going to have to keep from panicking until the bone was healed enough to remove the splint. The next few weeks were going to be very unpleasant.

"Here." Ratchet shoved an energon cube into Silverbolt's free hand. "That'll have to do. I don't have the supplies for additives right now."

It had been a long time since Silverbolt had thought about consuming energon. He hadn't even thought about it when Prowl started bringing the Dinobots' energon because he'd been so used to organic food at that point. He sniffed the energon, took a bite…

…And promptly spat it out. Ratchet jumped back to avoid the mess. "What was that for?!"

"It tastes…" Silverbolt tried to think of an appropriate word. "…Bad. Tastes…not good."

Ratchet frowned and snatched the cube away. He looked it over. The color was fine. He took a bite. It felt fine. "It's perfectly fine."

Silverbolt shook his head. "No. Not good."

Ratchet raised an optic ridge. "You're joking."

Someone cleared their throat, causing Ratchet to look down. Sari held out a hand. "Let me try it."

Ratchet shrugged. She'd been next as she likely had never had energon. He lowered the cube to her level, and Sari tore off a small amount. She sniffed it experimentally before taking a bite. She immediately gagged and spat it out. "Ugh! It tastes like throw up and old people smell!"

Ratchet stared at the energon. "It's perfectly good energon…" It was their organic halves, it had to be. A Cybertronian wouldn't have that reaction to energon. They wouldn't even-Ratchet groaned at the realization. "Normal Cybertronians can't taste or smell." Energon probably did taste that way, and everyone else simply couldn't tell. "I don't suppose I can convince you to eat it anyway?"

"No way," said Sari. "It tastes disgusting! Like something that would make you sick or even kill you." Silverbolt nodded in agreement.

Ratchet muttered under his breath as he added that to a long list of issues that included fixing the ship, figuring out Prowl's glitch, getting along with humans, and keeping an optic out for any Decepticons that were still around.

When did his life get so complicated?

And now Butterflies presents: Questions and Answers with Vector Prime.

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"KHGiggle has decided she needs to write out every season in its entirety before posting it," explained Vector.

"Hey, in my earlier works, I could go months between updates, which caused all sorts of problems. It'll also lessen the chances of plot holes or anything else that doesn't make sense in context."

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