Oh Gold Foot, what a terrible mess this is becoming. "You were right to come here, very commendable. It's my job to clear up these things and make them make sense." Rung states as he hands Gold Foot the oil canister. "First of all, I will not scold you for looking out for your squadmate. How ever, this mission you have been given was given by Quickman correct?"

Rung takes a seat on the chair just to the opposite end of the couch. "Given the issue that this Megaman is a new build, you must consider. Do you want the life of someone's who's barely started on your hands."

He folds his hands there in his chair. "Back in the days of our Cybertronian war, many commanding officers would create Made To Order soldiers. Young souls put in storage only to find life's first meeting on the battlefield."

"Many died, many killed. Many were so broken they...." He shakes his head. "I understand you want to follow orders, but many learned that this action was the wrong one. This action was a stain on us all."

"Your captain, he only wanted to spare you the guilt when it eventually finds you. He was scared, and you're confused."