MASK OR MENACE

[Ironfist appears worried; if not by expression then his posture gives away how tense he is.]

We have a small problem. Well, I have a problem and I guess the rest of you do too. When I logged into my workstation today I noticed there had been some activity overnight; someone had accessed my database, made copies of some files from my WIP folder, mostly ones that were still on the theoretical or conceptual stage, and deleted the originals. Also they changed my password on me too, but fortunately I was able to guess the new one. And I know why that was, because when I checked the security feeds from overnight, I discovered that the intruder was...well, me.

Given everything else going on, I can only assume my duplicate has taken the files so that he can build his own copies of the weapons I was designing and that's...that's not good. Some of those designs were only ever intended as creative exercises, but if he's going to actually try and build them...

[Ironfist puts his head in his hands for a moment. He's low-key panicking.]

We've got to stop him. I've got to stop him. If you see me anywhere outside of Jeopardy, please, send me a notification here. Fortunately, the designs he took were all incomplete, but if he's anything like me it won't take him long to work out the kinks. He'll probably be scoping out labs, scrapyards, or any other place he can get materials for advanced weapons technology. O-Oh, and if you need help, according to the security feeds he doesn't have a copy of my Lightformer Cannon, if the footage I pulled off the feeds is accurate. Or he hasn't built his own yet. Oh, and he doesn't have my, uh...battle scar. [Ironfist taps the air above a visible bullet-hole in his helmet; the metal around it is still cracked from the impact.]

I'll be monitoring news feeds, but if you see him, just let me know so I can roll out and try to take care of this guy before things get out of hand. But, uh, help would be appreciated if you're willing to offer it. Thank you. Ironfist out.

[For the record, the altered password was "WRECKNRUIN" and Ironfist did not appreciate it.]

[Ironfist has positioned the camera so that it shows him standing behind a worktable in what appears to be Knock Out's Jeopardy hangar; he's made some attempt at cleaning the space, but it still has several half-built pieces of tech and energon-stained blueprints spread across it. He waves at the camera.]

Hello, everyone, fellow imPorts. I hope everyone's doing well this...uh. Hang on.

[He checks his chronometer and gets a load of how either late or early it is, depending on how you want to cut it. He then looks up at the windows of the hangar and sees it is indeed quite dark outside.] Scrap, it's late. Uh, well then I guess most of you will see this when you wake up...anyway, I hope you're all sleeping peacefully this evening, but when you do see this, I'd like to announce that I'm open for business and ready to take comissions.

[He stares at the camera for a moment.]

Oh, uh, I'm Ironfist. I think I forgot to mention that. Hello. Actually, my call-sign, or code-name, however you want to call it, is "Wrecker" but for the purposes of this transmission Ironfist will do fine. Hello. [He gives another wave.] Where was I...

Yeah, right, so what I was getting at was that I'm a gear designer, specializing in gear that can interact with and enhance an imPort's abilities. Some of you already have some of my work that I've done for you. My gear is designed to interact with your nanomachines to augment them without any issue, so you don't have to worry about that. I have the formula I worked out for that...around here...somewhere...[Ironfist manages to pull a stack of paper out from under one of the bits of tech and holds it up for the camera to see; it's covered in arcane mathematical equations and appears to be the first page of many.]

I'm based out of the hangar lab in Jeopardy, where Knock Out—the senior Cybertronian here, uh, we're Cybertronians—has his lab, which is where I work out of. I'm happy to workshop what you need from your gear and test some ideas, but I will need clients on hand with the finished product, there's, uh, always calibrations that need to be done just to make sure everything's ticking along the way it should.

I guess I should probably tell you my qualifications too. Sorry, I'm not very good at this sort of thing...never really had to market myself before. Uh, so I was one of the top weapons engineers and designers in the Autobot army, stationed at the scientific research station Kimia, with a good three, three and a half million or so years experience. I've done a fair amount of work in just about any field you can imagine so nothing is out of the question. Well, I mean, certain things are out of the question, I'm not strictly-speaking building weapons here so if you want me to make you a bomb or some sort of chemical compound you know that's...that's not going to fly.

...I probably should have worked up a script for this first. I'm good with scripts. Uh.

Anyway, I'm happy to start taking clients, if you have a pressing need for gear. You can reach me via my private channel on these communicators or by responding directly to this transmission, whatever works best for you.

Well, I guess that sort of wraps up everything so...oh, scrap, right, Impact. Right, so I signed up with Apollo a few months ago with uh—well, I'm in the team and for fellow members, you guys can request my services with priority in the queue. There's not really a pricing scheme per se since I really have everything I actually need taken care of, so that's how I'm gonna do this; gotta look after the unit first, you know? Okay, now I think I've covered everything so I'll leave you to it. P-Pleasant dreams, everyone, good night.

[Another wave and then he kills the feed.]