[You know what Haven needs more of? Gunmax covered head to toe in rainbow glitter. It's like the thing you never knew you wanted until right now.
Gunmax doesn't seem too thrilled about it, though. Impressed, maybe, but not thrilled. He just frowns for a moment, glances of camera at something to frown some more, huffs indignantly (totally blowing glitter from his vents in the process), and then faces the camera again.]
Just a little public service announcement from your friendly neighborhood bike cop.
Blurr. Sucks. Blurr sucks like a black hole filled with vacuum cleaners.
Okay, check it out. I've got a project. This is important, so I need everyone's cooperation with this.
Someone teach me Cybertronian swear words. Some good insults. Stuff like that. I'm compiling a list. For, y'know.
[And by SCIENCE he means "actually I'm at work and just looking for ways to procrastinate on paper work" but hey]
[No video for you, kids. Gunmax isn't about to put his face all over some mystery space internet. You do get to listen to him complain, though.]
Oookay then, now that I'm pretty sure I'm not having some kind of sensory malfunction, I figured I oughta start getting information out of the locals. The creepy dudes in the robes already dropped what I assume are the basics on me, but there's gotta be more to this than "hi, welcome to the robot planet. You're stuck here forever, make yourself at home". I kind of had things to do back home. Important things. Things that didn't include being kidnapped by alien robots.
Anyway. It's probably a long shot, but if any Brave Police just happen to be hanging around here, shoot me a heads up. Oh, and if anyone happens to find a really big motorcycle, that's mine. Try not to mess with it, yeah?
[Nope not even dropping a name. What a courteous guy right. He grumbles something to himself before killing the feed.]
Well, I guess you can all thank McCrane, but it seems I've found myself back on the police force.
Good times! And what adventures we'll have.
Kay, I don't suppose you celebrate Easter, now do you?
What was that other thing I wanted to ask.
Megatronus! We need to have a chat. Pretty please.
Oh, how it seemed so quickly that Christmas came and went. A darn shame, too! But, I can't complain. We had a White Christmas after all. How nice.
But look at where we are now! New Year's Eve is here already. Or at least that means something to us Earth folk; I have no idea how long a Cybertronian year is for you Autobots and Decepticons and whatever else. More importantly! New Year's! Celebration time.
This means fireworks again. I need 'em. Whoever has any, lemme know.
So it's December. Kind of a horrible way to begin celebrating the holidays, hmm? Just terrible.
But I'm bearing it in him. Christmas may mean squat to you, but my data banks are ripe with the implication of its importance. Call it a regional thing. Just keep an eye out, hm?
Onto more heavy news, I suppose.
Once this case with Vandal being MIA is closed, I'm quitting the force.
That's all. See you later.
Can't seem to find Knock Out anywhere. Tried hailing him, tried finding him. You know, right after Ratchet, he was the medic I went to. Sassy! A lot of character. But it looks like he's gone.
This is getting to be a bad habit, you know. You people leaving.
And things... are not looking so good for McCrane. Sure, the rest of you dead people can become your robo-zombie selves, but where's that leave him? So uncool.
On the plus side, my legs are all repaired.
So, ah. Thanks, Chief. I'm glad you're here. Try not to wander off, hm?
Anyway. So I suppose I have a request, depending on if anyone here's capable of it. I need some... changes made to my frame. Nothing big, but it needs to be done. Who here is skilled enough to help?
So here's a question. A bit of perspective is needed here. I'm a robot made and from Earth, so what do I know or care about your religion, war, or other wacky pieces of history? Usually, I don't, but I need a Cybertronian outlook here. Or maybe the Firstforged are feeling a little ballsy enough to talk to me. Who knows!
We ended up here against our will. Oh, sure, nobody expected that. We just kinda fell through and we're here getting snug in these... [Gunmax looks very uncomfortable with the word.] Temples. First thing you probably noticed is that the Firstforged brand us, singling us out. I'm surprised no one else seems to care that I've got this random mark on my arm saying I belong to someone. I already got that attitude enough elsewhere, thank you!
Then there's the following issues: not being told things. The calling of the Badlands, losing people to them... [Here, Gunmax scowls deeply, very unhappy with this.] Maybe they come back. But then, they don't always remember. But were we really told about any of this? Were we really told about what might happen to us? Or about these pages from Alpha Trion?
No. We weren't. Ol' Al here loses some pages, we take a few doodles, and random crap happened. Thanks for the heads-up, really, it was nice with those bombs and the creepering and everything else that happened. Dandy, even! I was a big fan of it.
So you can turn yourselves in, guys. You can feel bad about what you did or didn't do. You can feel ridiculous for what situation you were in, or whatever. But here's the bottom line:
It was someone else's lack of responsibility. And it's one of those people that want to pass judgment on you and take part in the construction and enforcement of law. That's a nice way of saying "Do all the work, but we'll sit around and let you know when we make up our minds."
So my question: Do you really trust the Firstforged?
Just thought it'd be something to think about. Me? I'm going for a drive, baby.
[Gunmax keeps a rather flat tone and expression for this particular post.
Right, so in case it was a thing
, we decided what to do with Perceptor. Community service is the idea; hopefully he'll calm down on the target practice and do more good on the gardening situation. Kid with the glasses... Raf? You get to be the Boss
for him, hm?
I'm going to go ahead and get started on the police station by Megatronus's temple, just in case anyone needs to come find me or whatever.
Hmm, that's it, I suppose.( Private to Knockout )( Private to Korra )
So, we're nearing completion of one very shiny, pretty
base by Prima's temple. Buuuut, a good suggestion was made.
There should be multiple headquarters for our wee police force.
Which means, more help
would be nice to set up something by each temple. That way, we have a lot of ground covered and someone is stationed by each location.
Just thought I'd mention it, since I'm just looking out for our best interest.
Oh yes. And since it turns out
that there are no explosives, whatever shall we do about Prism? Hm? [He's not allowed to shoot him, but he'd still kind of like to.
And Perceptor! Baby.
Turn yourself in, I do so hate wasting fuel for Gunbike.( Private to Kagerou & Knockout )