They were back at base, Caliber's tunnel left far behind.
"Fission, what are we going to do about him?"
The pained look in Fission's optics told Magna that she probably should not have said anything, but too late now.
"All we can: ignore him."
"But wh-"
A glitch frizz covered the screen of the computer, revealing a human, his face bearing many scars.
"Hello, there….Fission , is it?"
Magna's wispy orange optics narrowed in steely -calm anger.
"Who are you?!"
The human's lips curled into a smile.
"I am Silas, and we are MECH."
"My mother and father told me about you! Butchers! You stole my father's T-Cog!"
"Ah, yes ,I remember that one. We gleaned so much from him. Too bad the rest of him had to go to waste."
Magna's optics crackled, and the surface of the console started to soften.
"But more to the point,I speak to you, these?"
Silas held up two objects. One, a black and purple spider pede, Wires and cables still sticking out of one end due to the nature of its severing. The other, a blue optic, flickering back on every few seconds.
"You can thank Caliber for this. He provided us with locations, weaknesses. Yes, these belong to your parents."