First Aid appears on-screen in a message recorded in the Iacon Medical Center. His optics are faint and his white armor is dirty. With his shoulders slightly slumped, he says, “It’s taken us a couple of cycles, but we’ve finally processed the freed Dread slaves and given each a medical workup. It’s bad – they’ve all been tortured and forced to work continuously with minimal fuel and not enough oil to keep their systems working properly. We’ll get them fixed up as best as possible, but… let’s just say for some of them, you guys got them out just in time. It might be a while before they have a full recovery.
“I suggest the rescued Autobots see Cheshire before returning to active duty – they’ve been through a lot to say the least. As for the rest, I’ve contacted the Junkions and they’ve agreed to help them get back to their individual homeworlds as soon as possible. It’s going to take us a while to get to them all – we could use some help if any medics can be spared. Thanks. Doctor Aid, out.” First Aid tiredly ends the transmission.