[Accidental Audio] Backdated to sometime late on the 8th

[notyourblueangel]

[At first, only static is heard.  If anyone cares to pay attention and trace the signal, they'll realize that it's 1) originating from Thundercracker's Link, and 2) coming from some random location out on the wastelands.  About the time these two things would be established, a voice is heard through the auditory "snow".]

N-no . . . no, p-please . . . I-I'm . . . I'm s-sorry, please, I-I . . . please d-don't . . . p-please . . .

[The voice is almost inaudibly soft, broken with unmistakable terror and despair, and though nearly unrecognizable compared to what people would be used to from the powerful Decepticon Seeker . . . undoubtedly belongs to Thundercracker.]

[The whimpering pleas will continue for a bit before something shifts, presumably knocking against the communicator, and the feed quits.]

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[Video]

[happyduckbutt]

[At first Ventus had thought he was hearing things, but he makes a grab for his Link anyway, eyes widening. He hits the button.]

Thundercracker? Thundercracker! Can you hear me??

[Voice]

[notyourblueangel]

[A soft, startled cry is the only answer at first, and then shuffling, like a hand searching the ground for something.  The communicator reacts with another soft burst of static as his hand finds it, bumping the microphone.  His voice is a low, shaky whisper, as if he's hiding.]

  V-ventus?  Primus, w-where are you?  Where have you been?  Are you all right?  P-please tell me you're all right...

[Video]

[happyduckbutt]

[Oh Thundercracker, what happened to you? It's only briefly that Ventus feels relief once he gets a response. The Decepticon's tone worries him. ]

I'm in the Haven! Where are you, Thundercracker? We've been trying to find you ever since the Pillar was taken down-

But I'm okay- look I'm going to come and find you, all right?

[Voice]

[notyourblueangel]

N-no!

  [The word comes out still a rough whisper, but louder, sharp, urgent.  But with a faint, growled curse, he drops his voice again.]

  Ventus, no . . . we failed.  The Pillar's still standing!  But d-don't . . . don't come down here.  If the Demons haven't found you yet, they will for sure i-if you come back down here.

 [He's not onlined his optics yet, nor unfolded himself from the fetal curl he woke in.  His sensors and scanners are pulled in to minimal range too, if not cut off altogether.  Only his audios are still functioning, listening for the sound of approach, for them to come back for him and for it to start . . . whatever "it" might be exactly –it's all he can do to keep his imagination from filling that in for him.  Otherwise, he . . . h-he doesn't want to know.  He doesn't /want/ to know exactly how screwed he is.  He's assumed that he's still in the Pillar cavern, or somewhere in the vicinity, probably shoved into a prison cell.  But if he doesn't know for sure, he can pretend for a moment longer that he's safe…or at least will be left alone one more minute.  Cowardly?  Maybe…probably…but it's the only thing keeping him sane right now, keeping the claustrophobia at bay.]

[Video]

[happyduckbutt]

Wh- what are you talking about?

[None of what he's saying is making sense! The boy shakes his head, making up his mind. Still grasping his Link tightly, he summons his Keyblade, hurling it outward to transform it into a glider, and the moment he leaps onto it, Ventus is off.

The signal is still kind of fuzzy, but he at least knows that the Decepticon's out beyond the Haven. How did he get there???]

I'm coming.

[Voice]

[originaldragoon]

Thundercracker? What happened?

[looking at the coordinates on the Link she can easily find him if she has to.]

[Voice]

[notyourblueangel]

R-Rose? You too?

Wherever you are, stay hidden. Don't let them find you!

[He's whispering like he's afraid of being overheard.]

[Voice]

[originaldragoon]

Them who? Those robowolves? They disappeared when the Pillar was destroyed.

[TC, Rose is starting to worry. Thankfully she now ride her motorcycle again.]

[Voice]

[notyourblueangel]

No! Demons, Rose! There are Demons! We didn't destroy the Pillar - it's still there! And now there are Demons crawling all over.

Whatever you do, don't let them spot you!

[He hasn't onlined his optics yet to realize where he really is what is or isn't around him.]

[Action?]

[skylynx]

[Skylynx had seen the feed, but hadn't bothered to respond, Instead he'd taken to the air. He could tell from the feed that he wasn't in the Haven. Skylynx had mapped the whole thing from the air for his own knowledge.

So out he flew, beyond the borders to search. His eyes tilted down to scan the ground for the seeker. He finally spotted a shape, and headed for it.]

[Action!] 8D

[notyourblueangel]

[He does indeed spot a shape - a winged, blue shape of folded up limbs and a black, tucked helm. Didn't know such a large mech could curl up so small, did you?]

[Action!] \o/

[skylynx]

[Oh yeah, he sees him. He rolls as he drops down closer to the ground. He'll circle for a moment, checking for danger. When he doesn't find any, he swoops closer. He backwings to land, before dropping to the ground with a thud.

He keeps his wings half folded just incase, and he ducks his head down as he approaches Thundercracker.]

Thundercracker?

[Action!] <3

[notyourblueangel]

[By the time Skylynx has landed, Thundercracker's been talking to Ventus and Rose and he's uncurled a bit, even onlined his optics and is looking around, shock and confusion on his face. Now that the predacon is this close, he'll be able to see the injuries too. The Seeker looks like he went a few rounds with a magma monster - he's scorched, paint blistered and panels warped from partially melting.]

[About this point, he's also realizing the approach of something - some/ONE/ - big and heavy. He's SCRAMBLING to his feet, optics overbright, before he finally registers the identity of the other mech.]

S-skylynx...?

whoops late [Audio]

[a_father_to_his_men]

Thundercracker?

[There is a sound not unlike the deep growl of an engine, but it's not intended for threat or intimidation, like Megatron's voice it only carries concern.]

Please, tell me what has happened.

[Audio] Iz fine! <3

[notyourblueangel]

L-lord Megatron!?

  [His voice is still low, a faint whisper like he's trying desperately not to be overheard by someone he must think could be close.]

  D-demons . . . demons, sir.  There are demons!  Haven's abandoned, everyone else must have been captured too –how did you escape!?

[Audio] <33

[a_father_to_his_men]

[Megatron pauses for a moment considering what the flyer is saying. Because he can not be sure that these demons aren't real he keeps his voice low, so that it shouldn't carry beyond the flyer.]

Thundercracker, I'm not sure what has happened, but I believe that something has been altered in what is being experienced, either by you or by me. I am in Haven right now, and there are no demons of any kind here. That is not to say that your demons are not real, but they are not something I'm experiencing.

[Audio]

[notyourblueangel]

I-I didn't seen any in Haven.  I thought maybe they'd already been through there.  There's a . . . a fog, a dark fog over everything.  The demons are down here, at the base of the Pillar.  T-they're everywhere.  I tried, but . . . there were too many.  I'm not sure w-where I am now.

  [He won't outright admit it, but . . . he's too afraid to online his optics and look, fearing the worst, fearing it's the Pit itself.]

[audio] should have had kitteh reply to this earlier.

[im_wavin]

Wha??? TC???? U OK???

[audio] Aww, it's all good. <3

[notyourblueangel]

[There's a soft scuffling sound, then Thundercracker's voice –it's low, a bare whisper, like he's terrified of being overheard.]

  [R-ravage?  Thank Primus, they didn't get you too!  Where are you?]

[audio] <3

[im_wavin]

Lol, I'm at teh top of Nexus's temple waving! [It's his favorite spot after all]

Who's they and y they want to get me???

[audio]

[notyourblueangel]

R-ravage!  Primus, get down from there before the demons . . . s-see you . . . ?

  W-where the Pit am I?

  [Guess who finally just onlined his optics…]

[mccrane]

Provide your coordinates...

[The fix he's getting can't be right.]

Are you alright?

[notyourblueangel]

[The Seeker's finally onlined his optics by the time the BP contacts him.  He's still frightened, if only because he's so confused now.  Nothing's making any sense yet!]

  McCrane!  [There's a clear "oh thank Primus!", or something along those lines, in his tone.]  I . . . I-I don't . . . oh, wait . . .   [A moment later, there's a ping –he doesn't know his coordinates, he's too out-of-sorts, but he can turn on a homing signal –does that help?]

[mccrane]

[It does help! McCrane sounds more than a little relieved himself.]

Do you have someone coming to get you?

Are you alright?

Did the Lambda...change you into anything?

[Its always a question. End of every police report: Did the lambda change you into anything?]

[notyourblueangel]

Eh, yes? Yes. There's . . . someone . . .

[He shuffles around a bit, sitting up and trying to get his bearings better. He feels like his processor was put through a blender.]

I . . . don't think so. No . . . no, I'm pretty damaged. [He had to actually look, since half his sensors were fried or melted, so his sensor net is pretty screwed up.] I'm functional, though. And, ah . . . no, but . . . it . . . did something. I think. I'm not sure exactly what yet, though.